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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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2cc/">2C-C</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">0.5 hits</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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:00</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> </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 --> I thought I'd share my first experience with 2C-C <br> <br> My background is I'm a healthy male in his late 20s. 60-70kg body weight. My first experience with psychedelics was when I was 16 years old, I took LSD. Since then I have taken many substances, such as Mushrooms, Peyote, Mescaline, MDMA, MDA, Ayahuasca, 5-MeO-DMT, and Cocaine. <br> <br> The experience I had with 2C-C and LSD I was at an outdoor trance party, we were at a beautiful location in nature. The weather was cold, and at some times it rained a little, but everyone at the party was in a great party mood and the music was great, so good vibes all around. <br> <br> The previous night I was doing cocaine with a friend, and I didn't sleep well at all. So I spent a couple of hours in the afternoon resting my mind and body by doing as little as possible, I think I managed a few hours of sleep. I wasn't feeling 100% good, but good enough to take some psychedelics and enjoy the party. <br> <br> So my friend managed to find some 2C-C blotter paper. We were recommended that we share the 2C-C blotter because supposedly it was really strong (they said an equivalent to a 200-300mg LSD trip). We were also recommend to put the 2C-C blotter in our nose (against the inner wall of our nose where the nostrils meet) because supposedly the substance tastes really bad if you put it in your mouth and leaves a metallic taste. <br> <br> I had a blotter of LSD on me, so my friend and I cut the LSD & 2C-C blotter up and took a half of each blotter. <br> <br> About 30 minutes before we took the substances, another friend of ours already put a full 2C-C blotter in his nose, he had taken it out just before we took ours, he said that he was tripping already and it was quite intense. He mentioned something about a sparkly shining entity by his face. He also said it would be a good idea to take half, as it was strong. <br> <br> So after taking ours we took a walk to the dance floor and sat by the edge of it looking at everyone dancing. We sat there for about 10 minutes, this was now about 20 minutes after we took the 2C-C, I checked my nose, and the blotter was gone, must of fell out, I was quite disappointed as I thought It wouldn't kick in now. <br> <br> We decided to take a walk to the other dance floor, we stood up and started walking, I felt weak in the knees, kind of like jelly legs, walking was not so easy, it was almost as if I was drunk, I couldn't walk in a straight line. I could feel the 2C-C starting to kick in now. We got to the other dance floor and started to dance a little. <br> <br> 30 minutes after I took the 2C-C I started to come on. It felt great, it reminded me of the ecstasy feeling from taking MDMA. I started to see geometric patterns and visuals all around, colours were more intense, things were slightly blurry. The visuals slowly got more intense and at 45 minutes after I took the 2C-C I was definably peaking, the visuals started to become really crystalized, like i was looking through some sort of textured glass. I could hardly see anything in front of me as the visuals got quite blurry, so I closed my eyes and all I saw was orange, just a bright warm orange light, and feeling to match. I felt warm, cozy and really good. <br> <br> I stayed on the dance floor by myself, as my friends went to the other dance floor. It was an hour and a half after I took the 2C-C. At this point I just stopped caring, and started dancing really crazy. I was mixing all sorts of crazy dance moves together, I could hear people laughing at me 'who is this crazy guy dancing'. I was in pure ecstasy, I just didn't care, and kept dancing. It started to lightly rain at this point, and I was getting hot. I took my hoodie off and danced in the rain, it was a beautiful feeling to be care free. My eyes were still closed, when I opened them it seemed as tears where in my eyes as everything looked watery and blurry. By the time I opened my eyes (2 hours after taking the 2C-C) I wasn't facing the dancefloor, but I was facing away from the DJ at the back of the dance floor looking at a tree. It seems I moved around quite bit from where I originally started dancing. <br> <br> I could feel I was off the 2C-C peak and the LSD kicked in now, the visuals got really intricate and detailed, lights were glowing way more and there were geometric patterns all over the floor. I didn't feel so warm and cozy anymore. And I started to think quite deep and profound thoughts at this point, which usually happens when I take LSD. <br> <br> I walked around a bit trying to find our tent, I had no idea where it was because I spent the afternoon sleeping and didn't explore the party area properly to see where we were in relation to everything else. I walked to the other dance floor to find my friend. <br> He was dancing on the floor with a beer in his hand, he said he wasn't tripping, which I found hard to believe, but I suggested that was probably because he was drinking alcohol and that doesn't mix well with psychedelics. I asked him to walk me to the tent, all I wanted to do was rest. This was about 3 hours after taking the 2C-C and LSD. <br> <br> We found the tent and I racked a pipe of high grade cannabis. We smoked it and laughed loads. It was really good to laugh like that. We were admiring the lasers and lights. <br> <br> My friend said he wanted to go back to the dancefloor, but I was thoroughly satisfied with my dancing mission and I felt really great. I didn't feel like dancing anymore so I stayed behind at the tent, just smoked some more cannabis and started speaking to some of the people in the nearby campsites, which is quite rare for me as I usually don't speak to strangers. <br> <br> I lay in my tent about 4 hours after taking the substances, usually I cant rest or sleep at all on LSD, but I managed to find peace and rested easy. <br> <br> The next morning I woke up feeling a little tired, but pretty good. <br> <br> A great experience all round. I will definably be trying 2C-C again. But next time I will probably take the 2C-C an hour and a half after taking LSD so that I can peak on both substances at the same time.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2013</td><td width="90">ExpID: 101491</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 28</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 16, 2021</td><td>Views: 553</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=101491&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=101491&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">2C-C (262), LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), 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> </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/mdma/">MDMA</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 --> Before I go into the details of my LSD blackout experience, let me give you a precursor to what led me to these events in my life. <br> <br> After a little over half a year of dating this extremely manipulative fugitive guy I was convinced to run away with him to Eugene, Oregon after he dodged his court date and left the halfway house. There I started dancing at a local strip club which ended up uncovering our hideout because the Feds had known I was a dancer before. He was arrested the third day into our trip and shortly after I had befriended a fellow coworker, thinking I was to just stay in Eugene. So with that out of the way... <br> <br> After my boyfriend's arrest I was invited to come to this rave with my new friend from work. When we got there I had dropped the LSD and took the molli, I may have taken a gram but I don't remember. <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> Things started getting weird when this concession girl I had talked to earlier wanted to step out for a cigarette and asked me to take over. The line for the bathroom was super long and from what I could see people were just super thirsty. I noticed that there were so many bottles of water underneath the table so without thinking I just began handing them out. Eventually a group of girls came over and angrily asked me what I was doing. This is when I lost my ability to speak. I could only say one or two words or try and gesture what I wanted to say. They girls just told me that they'd take care of it and I continued on with the party. <br> <br> Eventually the cops had been called and the party was moved to a house. I had a hard time finding my friend but when I did we went to the place everything got moved to. I could talk by now but was feeling very shy and alone. I remember saying something along the lines of 'I'm thirsty' and some guy near me asked me if people got me water where I was from. I left to go get water and stayed by the kitchen sink for a while. People began talking to me, mostly guys and lesbians. Some of them were nice but everything was just getting shadier and shadier. This is around the time the blackout started, and things are very vague from this point on so bear with me. <br> <br> The last few things I remember was saying 'my parents were divorced' over and over again when trying to talk to someone about my life. Then a girl tried offering me gum but all I could do was apologize. I was on my period at the time and when I looked around all I could see was blood, I thought I was bleeding all over the party! Everyone was covering in it and when I looked down I could see blood all over the floor around me. I just kept saying sorry over and over and crying. Eventually my friend had found me and took me upstairs. A bunch of girls were there with me all night helping me. I don't remember this part but apparently I had stripped off all my clothes in the middle of the crowd repeating 'I don't want to be a stripper anymore'. So as the girls were taking care of me, they kept saying things like, 'we are all goddesses, I've been through this too, and keep breathing'. There was three woman behind me, which in my state of mind I thought was a version of the three wise men, and various people coming in and out. I imagined I was giving birth to the second coming of Christ, or some variation of this, and invisioned there being a hallway of people that connected to the door of that room. The hallway was like a string of colorful tent like things, with people all over the world to come and see the baby. I just kept pushing and crying, apparently pissing everywhere. <br> <br> At one point I remember looking up at a tapestry and crying uncontrollably at how beautiful it was. Looking around the room as if it were a completely foreign place, in awe of how love had been preserved there. At one point I was left with one girl, we were laying on our sides facing one another and as I looked at her face I kept seeing it transform into all the faces I've ever seen, morphing in a clockwise direction. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I looked at her face I kept seeing it transform into all the faces I've ever seen, morphing in a clockwise direction.</div></div> This is where I felt the most comfort. She was so giving, so understanding of what I was going through, I felt very safe and unjudged. I vaguely remember being in a car, which kept pulling over and stopping because the drivers thought I was going to vomit I suppose. <br> <br> I eventually came to the next morning trying to draw with the angel girl. She was like, 'I like to draw stars' drew one, then handed the pencil to me. Thinking the pencil would write on its own I drew a line. My friend was there too, I was so embarrassed, for good reason. Everyone ended up leaving when they realized I was better, but I was all alone and so so sad. <br> <br> I called my mom and went back home the next day.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2009</td><td width="90">ExpID: 95455</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 20, 2022</td><td>Views: 451</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=95455&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=95455&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), Guides / Sitters (39), 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">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Unknown</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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had a life changing experience about five years ago and I think about it every day to this day and I wanted to share this experience with everybody. <br> <br> Five years ago I was 16. I was always fascinated with acid, I thought the idea of "seeing things" and "hallucinating" was awesome. I use to always ask all my friends around town if they could get a hold of it, and they never could. Until one day, my "friend" (lets call him M), hit me up saying he finally has it! I was excited! I made my way to him, and he pulled it out. <br> <br> Now, I do my research. I've found by researching that LSD usually comes in liquid form or tablets. This guy pulls out a tiny plastic bag (it looked like a plastic wrap made into a box with a bottom on it) and the bag itself is literally empty, however there is white dust sprinkled on the wrap. It looked like as if someone dumped baby powder in the bag and dumped it out, how there was white dust speckled all over the insides of the bag. He tells me when I take this, to stick my tongue in the bag. I thought this was VERY odd, but I TRUSTED him. So I head over to my other friends house (lets call him V), and show him my prize. <br> <br> We observe the bag together, and he says he thinks that M ripped me off, because there was nothing in the bag. I was planning to take the drug at school (yes very stupid), however V's doubts made me want to do it right then and there to see if it was fake. So, I take the bag and put the whole thing in my mouth, and swish it around. I feel my tongue getting very numb <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I feel my tongue getting very numb</div></div>, so I take the bag out, and throw it away. <br> <br> My tongue was feeling VERY NUMB and TINGLY until the trip started! Which was about after 15 minutes. Our other friend J comes by with his girlfriend right after I take it and I tell him what I did and what I felt like. He says cool, didnt really care that much. Our other friend P also comes by few minutes after J, then leaves shorty after. I also told him what was going on and he basically said good luck and have fun. <br> <br> Ten minutes after I take the drug, J decides to go across town in his car for him and V to find out information on joining the army. THIS IS WHERE EVERYTHING STARTS GETTING CRAZY!! Bear with me trying to explain the unexplainable. <br> <br> 5 minutes into the car ride I start feeling EXTREMELY STRANGE. I get this strange sensation in my back, and it was very uncomfortable, and I tried to shake the feeling off by repositioning myself in the back seat. I'm sitting there squirming in the back seat next to V, and hes asking me if I'm ok. I tell him I feel weird, then I started to notice the world was looking like it was fading, but the colors were very bright. (This was my first time ever doing real drugs.) I look at my hands and they look distorted, out of shape with a small rainbow trace going around my fingers. The visual was STRONG. The uncomfortable sensation started to flow through my whole body, and I just lay back, helpless. <br> <br> I ask V to hold my hand to make sure I dont die. He puts the seat back for me and holds my hand and I squeeze it as hard as I can. (I dont really know why, I was just scared.) He lets go of my hand and I lay back helplessly. They show up to the place, but it turns out no one was there, so J dropped V and I off back at V's house, which was literally a couple houses down from mine. And that's exactly when I lost my mind. <br> <br> I started to black out and enter a different dimension. I kept popping in and out of reality for brief moments. This part is very hard to explain. <br> <br> What happened was my reality was 100% replaced by these images in my mind <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">my reality was 100% replaced by these images in my mind</div></div>. I was no longer at V's house. First, I remember seeing myself pixelated, with a all black background, and I was repeatedly grabbing my chest and with my right arm and throwing a whole bunch of small blue pixelated boxes in the air and it was falling to the ground. I'm sitting here watching this like wait, wtf is going on right now? While viewing this world replacing image, at the same time, I feel EXTREME HAPPINESS like never felt before. It was as if I had a happy button and was smashing it relentlessly. I was just HAPPY. I didnt know what the hell was happening, but I was happy as hell. <br> <br> Then for a brief moment (literally like two seconds) I snap into reality in V's room to see my cell phone ringing. Everything looked like it was literally under water, and at the time I looked at my phone, I seen it ringing and vibrating, but it didnt occur to me that it was my phone. I didnt even know what a phone was, and I didnt really care. I snap back into the new dimensions instantly. <br> <br> I was in this place, that was undescribable. It looked like a really Fd up image of I dont even know, and I heard weird loud laughing noises, but not regular laughing, more like insane, psycho, trippy laughing. It was SCARY as hell!! I remember thinking "wait a minute, I was just at V's house! How did I get to this place? Where am I? What street did I take or what house did I walk into to be in this, THING?" I was aware of myself not being in reality. I was just there. Thinking damn, I have absolutely no idea whats happening in the real world right now, but I sure hope I'm ok. <br> <br> Next thing I remember seeing is broken and melted bits and parts of V's living room, but in a Green, then switching to blue, then different color TINTS, still with the scary laughing going on. Its like my vision was a camera filter, EVERYTHING was INSANELY AND UNBELIEVABLY changing different colors, RAPIDLY. I'm thinking damn, my brain is literally FRIED right now, I cant tell what's happening. <br> <br> Next thing I remember seeing was this GIF of me my brain was playing in full screen of my reality, replacing my body and awareness of earth. I saw myself in third person standing in front of my old house, and this GIF or moving image was blinking different colors like red blue purple green extremely rapidly like changing color every .1 seconds. What I saw myself doing was, my shoes would untie, Then I saw myself going to tie my shoes, then my belt buckle would undo. Then I’ll go to fix my belt, then my hat would fall off. Then I would get my hat and put it on, then my shoes would untie. Then I’ll tie my shoes and this loop went on for what felt like (time felt unlinear) 1-2 minutes?? It felt intense and as I watched this happen it also felt like it was happening to me. It was insane! <br> <br> It turns out I was suppose to go out to eat with my mom and family, and my mom was the one who was calling me earlier. (I ALWAYS answer the phone for them, but V told me he was literally holding my phone in my face saying my mom was calling and I kept saying I don't care and actually threw my phone.) I remember V pointing out the window saying my grandma is walking up the street for me. We both get down on the ground behind the couch and I checked out again, while he was a trying to figure out what to do. He had no choice but to open the door, so he did. My grandma barges in the door yelling at me and snatches me out the house. I didnt even have my shoes on. Shes yelling at me walking back to my house, with no shoes on, and I kept blacking out, but remember seeing these fat psychedelic bumble bees hovering over my head turning their head along with my face of direction. <br> <br> I meet my mom at my house whos going crazy trying to figure out whats wrong with me and puts me in her car to go to the hospital. V walks down with my shoes, and just told my mom I came there like that and he didnt know what was wrong with me. So it gets even WORSE!!! <br> <br> Next thing I remember, I black out, and I seen this EXTREMELY VIVID scene of myself being in court wearing an orange jump suit, hands cuffed behind my back. I was being convicted about to be given a life sentence for killing someone. I have no idea who I killed or why, but I was about to get sentenced to life. I see my mother in this scene pop up from behind me all of a sudden and asked “what did you do?! What did you do!?” I replied “I killed him” not knowing what the hell was going on or why I even said that. She asks “why did you kill him!?” I said “because he was talking shit” she says “really, you killed him because he was talking shit? Everybody talks shit! You ended up jus like your father, now let’s see what you do!” Her exact words. I felt the worst feeling I ever felt in my entire life. It felt like how it would feel like to be sentenced to life in real life, no one could of told me this wasn’t actually happening, it was right in front of my eyes! Then out of no where, I swear I can’t make this up, a black text box like a video game appeared in thin air and it said “would you like to exit?” and it had “yes” in white letters on top highlighted white, going in and out like it was highlighted in a video game about to be selected, and it had “no” on the bottom white letters just all black like it was not selected. I mentally press “yes” with my mind and I instantly appear in the hospital hallway, having MASSIVE OPENED EYE VISUALS. <br> <br> When I appeared, it feels like my brain is completely shutting down. I seen a lighting bolt across my field of vision, and remembered my brain feeling fried and I was having extreme massive open eyed visuals. <br> <br> Then I remember blacking out again! The world was replaced again, this time what I seen was a Grey Metallic background, with a pink brain in the middle of it with a lightning bolt going through the middle of the brain. At this same time, it literally felt like someone put my brain inside a fryer at Wendy’s. Like literally, someone took my brain and dropped it in a Wendys fryer. It felt like sparks were just popping off badly, very very physically as I was looking at this image for a few moments. I thought I died and the image was confirmation, but I was wrong, thankfully! <br> <br> I appear again in the hospital hallway! <br> <br> I started to HEAR REAL VOICES. I heard the voices of all my friends and people I care about. All the friendly voices were saying VERY fucked up things about me. I heard my best friends saying I'm a drug addict, saying I aint shit and making fun of me. The voices were so real I thought they actually came with me to the hospital and I overheard them speaking in the other room. This was extremely confusing. <br> <br> I black out again!, and I wake up in the bathroom with my mom. I ACTUALLY believed that I DIED from the drugs, and the bathroom was some kind of place of the afterlife. I thought this because the whole room was BREATHING intensely. My mom is trying to ask me whats wrong with me but for some reason I kept ignoring her, I was so lost in my mind. Every time I went to the toilet or the sink, I LITERALLY felt like my life was being drained from me. I would go to the sink to look in the mirror, and feel myself being drained, then go sit on the toilet top, then get up immediately because I forgot it was draining my life. For some reason, I literally believed every thought that came to my head. I looked in the mirror once more and for some reason thought I got jumped. I saw blood dripping from my nose and I looked beat up. I go to wipe the blood with my hand and nothing was there. <br> <br> Then my mom was asking me again what's wrong with you and I looked at her and she started AGING EXTREMELY QUICKLY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES!! She started growing grey hairs, was getting wrinkles, and getting old all within about 5 seconds. I looked back in the mirror and I swear to god I see a HUGE GREEN THICK ENERGY SURGE JUST FLOWING ALL AROUND MY BODY like some shit from dragon ball z! And I was getting taller and getting huge muscles all within a 5 second time span. Then, (my mom was pregnant) I thought I ruined my life and died as me by drugs and I was going to be given a second chance at life by becoming my little sister. I look my mom straight in the face and tell her I don't want to be a girl. Shes like what are you talking about? Lets go! <br> <br> Suddenly I hear the voices of my FRIENDS again! Theyre saying that as soon as I open the bathroom door, they are gonna beat the living shit out of me and they were telling each other "let me hit him first, no let me hit him first!" And heard them pounding their fists. I thought my mom was setting me up! I told her I'm not going out there! Shes like come on come on trust me whats wrong with you? And I'm like no I'm not going, screw that. Then for some reason this idea came to my head that this 6'7 guy I know, was gonna come in the bathroom and rape me if I didnt go out there. I finally decided ok screw THAT! And walked out the bathroom door with my mom looking for my friends, and they were nowhere to be found. I got a sense of relief. <br> <br> After that, I remember sitting in this bed giving my mom and stepdad the finger. (I'm VERY respectful, wouldnt even THINK about doing something like that). I knew I was doing it but I was so fucked up it felt ok. I then tried to get up and leave the hospital and my stepdad had to get me, and then hold me down in the bed to keep me from trying to leave again. Then I remembered a nurse coming to me trying to get me to pee in a urinal, and I thought she was trying to play me or fuck me up so I kept saying no. I also remember thinking that I was in the hospital for YEARS and this random girl (Call her D) that I knew from school became a nurse and was trying to act like it wasnt really her. The nurse asked me some question, and I said no, D!!! In a way as if I just blew her cover. She laughed and said "I'm not D, I'm some complicated shit." and showed me her name tag and I was blown away in disbelief. <br> <br> After that I started to come back to reality slowly, thank GOD! We didn't stay long enough to find out what the drug actually was. But whatever that shit was, it was DEFINITELY not acid, found out its some "street drug called candy," I'm not sure what it actually is though. Many people believe the drug to be 25i-Nbome. I took real acid plenty of times after, and nothing came even CLOSE to how that shit had me!! Doctors said I could of been permanently brain damaged or even dead! I'm just happy I can be here to tell the story, in a good mind.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2022</td><td width="90">ExpID: 116316</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 16</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 26, 2022</td><td>Views: 1,181</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=116316&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=116316&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">NBOMe Series (539), LSD (2) : Various (28), What Was in That? (26), Difficult Experiences (5), 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">2 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>(flowers)</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>(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>(flowers)</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 --> <!-- Before going to school on the friday of my first acidic experience i did a wake and bake with my bong. I wanted to be stoned all day. I left school after it got too boring to stand to meet up with my friends who had the day off from school [one being my tripping buddy.] we chilled at my house where we engaged in smoking bongs and sherlocks. thqat lasted us a while for fun. we listened to music and went on munchie binges. --> <br> After a couple hours we headed over to my tripping partners mansion to make necessary preparations for our experience. We ingested our tabs at 8 o clock after smoking 2 bongs [to make it kick in faster.] I got a slight scare because I was on prescription concerta but I <!-- used erowid to -->research and found out it merely shortens the lengths of the trip. The tabs hit in nicely. We felt awesome. My every movement was superfluous and fluid with my surroundings. All worries were eliminated before the trip so I could truly enjoy the essence of acid. <br> <br> We began working on our acidic art. We did a drawing together which we did not finish but it looks awesome. For hours we were on his fourth floor alone laughing and engaging in sweet tasting food. We laughed like children and discussed philosophy and origin and the human existence. Acid was considerably better than mushrooms in my opinion [although I have no complaints with a mushroom trip.] It was not until we smoked that we tripped. The outside world was too cold for our venturing so we went to his sisters trippy closet. We engaged in bongs [which we used a lighter with a blue flame to light, making it smoke amazingly.] We smoked an outstanding monster joint which I rolled as well. I have never experienced a more infinite taste of infinity <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I have never experienced a more infinite taste of infinity</div></div> before or since this time. <br> <br> The more seconds I devoted to spacing out, the more intense the pleasurable feeling became on me, the more intense my universal visions became. I ventured into voids of a universe which I am proud to have ventured into. We would discuss our trips and smoke some more. This continued until 5 in the morning when we crashed. Having done acid and mushrooms I have realized this: mushrooms is the path to the epitome of the natural world but acid is the ticket to the surreal universe.<!-- 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: 33899</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, 2022</td><td>Views: 644</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=33899&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=33899&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) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Glowing Experiences (4), 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> T+ 0:00</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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</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>(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">70 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It's 9am and it's 2005, and I'm alone. No-one is going to be in the house for 24 hours, and possibly longer than that. I have music, internet and TV. I just got up and after a coffee I consider the possibility that I might trip today. I should point out here that the LSD has been in the fridge for about a year, and that in that time I have only used it in low doses 3 times. I decide that today will be my 4th. I respect the stuff. <br> <br> I start by mixing 2 drops of quality liquid LSD with some water and drink it (T + 0). About 90 minutes later I'm messing about on the computer with my headphones in, and my brain's all over the show in an introspective kind of way. The reason I'm doing this is that I come from a broken home, and I'm looking to LSD, wisely, foolishly, or perhaps a bit of both, for some answers. In particular, I'm looking for the answer to the question 'how will you ever achieve a normal Father/Son relationship'? My childhood involved a lot of domestic violence and I'd been struggling with this question for years. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I'm looking for the answer to the question 'how will you ever achieve a normal Father/Son relationship'? My childhood involved a lot of domestic violence and I'd been struggling with this question for years.</div></div> <br> <br> I followed my own inner law in the sense that if I'm asking myself 'is today a good day for a trip?', then the answer is already no. It is never wise to go on a trip if one has doubts in their mind before they start. <br> <br> Despite previous wonderful trips on LSD, this did not start well. I was in mental pain. I poured myself a glass of wine and to my surprise, behind the bottle there was a small bag of MDMA (approx T + 2:30). It must have been there for ages because I'd forgotten about it. But I knew for sure that it was real MDMA because it was a batch I'd used before and had simply forgotten was there. I weighed out 50mg and snorted it. There begins the candyflip. <br> <br> It's nothing like the name suggests. It doesn't feel like LSD or MDMA (to me at least - I don't know of anyone else that's tried this experiment), yet the two synergise anyway. The doses of both drugs however turn out to be just right. I can type away on the internet and listen to energising music but over the next hour the pain just gets worse. Eventually the LSD overpowers my ego and I'm laid bare. My mind is saying to me, 'you will never have a normal Father/Son relationship, because he is a psychopath'. The harder I try to resist this now obvious truth, the stronger the LSD side of things gets. Anyone who has tripped before knows that acid will overpower the mind more and more the more you try to resist it. The MDMA offers some comfort, in that it helps me accept the pain. I just let the pain wash over me. I am defenceless, and very glad that I chose a day when there was no-one else around for this. <br> <br> After about 6 hours, the two drugs have mostly worn off. I slept well, and the next day I was a new person. My Father may be physically alive, but in my mind there is no thought of revenge, reconciliation or negotiation. I have quietly disowned him in one day. I got the answers I was looking for, but I didn't like them. <br> <br> Overall, I would say that from previous MDMA experiences, plenty would agree with me in describing it as a night of magic. LSD is another story. It's brutal. Once you have taken acid, you're changed forever. <br> <br> Do I regret this day? No. Not at all. I have not taken LSD or MDMA for 6 years now. I speak from the experience of a crazy and unbelievably over the top day, not from the position of using these substances now or any time in the recent past. <br> <br> Overall summary: Very strong combination. Less is more. Not a combination to do for a laugh like you might do with a bowl of weed.<!-- 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: 101928</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 25</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 11, 2022</td><td>Views: 489</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=101928&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=101928&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), Alcohol - Beer/Wine (199), MDMA (3) : 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> 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>(gel 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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</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">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</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">  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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 12:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">177 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</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">255 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Around 4pm wife and I wake up and grab some food and chill out. Its been a great weekend so far. We're already excited about the night we had planned for us. Really the only plan is that we are having some much needed reconnecting time. This is my favorite time in life honestly. <br> <br> Around 7pm we get ready to leave and we choose our drugs, I take one hit of LSD. They're blue and gold pyramids. She chooses mushrooms for herself and I think that'll be a fun little experiment. See how we both interact and enjoy each-other on two very different psychedelics. <br> <br> 8pm we're at the bar and there's a show tonight to our surprise. I'm already starting to feel a bit buzzy. I feel like my thoughts are starting to get racy and it seems like my breath is starting to get shaky. I play darts and have a beer, trying to power through this sort of rush. <br> <br> At about 10pm I'm definitely having a hard time staying still, I'm going outside to smoke a lot but lights and colors are starting to change. FInally the headliner is performing and I go take a seat. I listen intently to the music and let the mans art speak to me. It's great! This was kind of the turning point for my trip. Probably because I did some bumps of ketamine in the bathroom to chill myself out. <br> <br> Midnight after the show is over, I'm several bourbons and beers in, 4 bumps of ketamine (they're about 0.025g each) and I'm finally feeling social as hell. Outside is a bunch of people that all know my wife and some know me. I meet the ones that don't and we're just sitting in a circle having an enthralling revolving conversation. By this point I've noticed anything that I focus on moves a little bit, maybe little swirls, icons on my phone are pulsating and moving playfully but not unbearably. It just fun, no way else to put it. Everything was fun and amazing. <br> <br> Around 2am it's still the same vibe, but even more so. I'm laughing and joking with new friends and my soul mate. Colors looks amazing and I snap a few candid pics of my wife to just observe. We start comparing our trips and shes just having a blast with the mushrooms and I'm so happy that she's feeling just as good it seems. <br> <br> Ok so its 4am and we got a lyft home. Vibe is still amazing, we eat and watch some show that shes been wanting me to see all day. At some point we're full and make our way to the bedroom. Honestly this is where everything gets amazing for me because not just sexually, in bed with them is my absolute most comfortable and free feeling. Obviously we have sex and it's amazing but the time before and after is just what life is all about. I'm still slightly tripping, I can tell because the icons on the Roku tv are still bouncy and moving. <br> <br> About 7am we're exhausted and just wanting to sleep. At this point I go to my own bedroom because that's just how we sleep best. I decided to weigh out the rest of my ketamine and its 0.177g, I think, oh this would be a great intramuscular dose and I'll k-hole and listen to some dope ass music with my AirPod Pros (theyre fucking amazing btw) and just chill in my bed. <br> <br> I take this IM dose of ketamine and start setting up my space, it starts coming on a lot faster than I had anticipated (I've done this before), so I hurry up and get my music going and lay down. I have no idea how much longer later but I felt as if I had died, I kind of freak the hell out and pluck the airpods from my ears and look at them as if they're some weird scientific instrument implanted in me. I stand up in a panic because idk what I am anymore and I think I've broken my brain. <br> <br> I somehow manage to make my way into her bedroom, I remember it being extremely exhausting and difficult. I kind of weep to her about how I'm tripping too hard and I need her touch. She's half asleep and assures me I'm fine and I start to just sink into the bed and realize I'm ok. <br> <br> I think about 20 min later I get up and am just like holy shit that's embarrassing what just happened. I've spent the last several hours kind of analyzing that experience and putting it into words. <br> <br> Its 9am now and I feel fine now.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2022</td><td width="90">ExpID: 116369</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 35</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 26, 2022</td><td>Views: 272</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=116369&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=116369&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) : 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></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>(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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had just left work and was headed to a local lake. It's a fairly generic lake on the outskirts of [big city], Texas. It's not so removed from civilization, or primitive, as to be overly dangerous to a solo astronaut. Backpack, check. Water, check. Acid, double check. I took a little over 200 mcg and found a horse trail that looked easy enough to navigate. There were big, wide trails and the occasional asphalt road to follow. <br> <br> It's important to this story to mention that I was dealing with some very unpleasant mental issues at the time. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was dealing with some very unpleasant mental issues at the time.</div></div> I won't get in to it. But I was depressed and anxious to put it mildly. Now back to the story... <br> <br> The first few hours were filled with pretty common trip stuff: big, bold colors, swirling vegetation, and deer telepathy. You know, the usual. But, as with any respectable psychedelic, I lost track of time. Now the darkness was settling over me and in me. <br> The darkness amazes me. It's this infinite-seeming canvas where our minds project all of our fears and insecurities almost without fail. No prompting required. <br> <br> And that is precisely what started happening. <br> <br> The once robust and green landscape turned thin and snake-like. The trees were menacing and primal. It wasn't my first rodeo. I knew it was all in my head. I'm experienced enough with psychedelics that I almost laughed at the situation. <br> <br> Almost. <br> <br> But, fear is fear, and I was starting to feel a lot of it. <br> <br> At some point in my walk I had a realization. The buddhist in me tries not to hold on to many beliefs. I personally haven't seen any compelling evidence of demons and devils. You could say I'm a skeptic. However, in that moment I felt I had got my hands on the occult truth of it all. Whether or not demons are external entities or just creations of our mind MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO DIFFERENCE! The fear they make us feel is exactly the same. The oppression it creates in our mind is the same. The darkness it brings to our lives is the same. In this way, demons are as real as anything else in this crazy world. Those who invoke demons, and the darkness, are only summoning those parts of themselves to manifest in reality. And those demons do appear. <br> <br> So, here I was surrounded by this hellscape that I now knew I, alone, had summoned. My sadness and isolation had brought it. My anxiety had brought it. My fear had brought it. <br> <br> That's when I decided I'd had enough of it. Enough of this fear. <br> <br> I fought back the only way I knew how. I turned off the light on my camera and let the darkness wash over me. The mantra now running through my head: I'd rather die than be scared one second longer. I invited all the devil-hordes to devour me body and soul. I acted as if they were real flesh and blood before me. And I'd be goddamned if I'll let them control me one second longer. It was honestly rage driving me. I was furious. <br> <br> My heart racing I looked for the most menacing shit I could find and literally ran toward it. There were tears rushing down my face. I wasn't without fear in these moments. I just didn't care anymore. I was sick of the fear. <br> <br> I eventually stumbled upon this mass of tree roots, or fallen trees (was hard to tell). It looked absolutely evil. It was Lilith. She had snake appendages all slithering about and she seduced unwary souls into her arms and devoured them. I had raged and ran about so much that I was growing tired. After all of this I was still feeling the fear. So I tried something different. <br> <br> I wanted to show this wretched creature before me compassion and love. It wasn't the love of a lover. It was the same love I'd show to a stray, terrified dog. It was compassion and understanding. I might throw them some food, but I would also be wary. Stray dogs bite. I felt sorry for her because she LOVED misery and pain. She could never leave hell because she loved it there. I felt pity for her in that moment, and refused to be afraid. <br> <br> So I walked up and found a place to sit right in the heart of those demon roots and sat down. I closed my eyes and let the fear and the darkness do its worst. I sat as calmly as I could and greeted every dark impulse with love and understanding. I very literally apologized for feeding my fear so often, and with such shitty food. <br> <br> That's when it stopped being fear. I just saw it as suffering and pain. I genuinely felt bad for it like it was a living, breathing thing. I was now totally at peace in this darkness in the lap of pure evil. I felt like fucking Batman in his cave surrounded by bats. I felt like Neo surrounded by green, pulsating code. I cried a bit. I laughed. Then I cry-laughed. <br> <br> I, ladies in gentlemen, was super duper high. <br> <br> But I was okay. <br> <br> I made my way to my car. Got home safe. Then fell in to a deep, peaceful sleep. <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><!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2021</td><td width="90">ExpID: 115821</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 38</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 1, 2021</td><td>Views: 517</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=115821&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=115821&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) : Alone (16), Entities / Beings (37), Nature / Outdoors (23), Difficult Experiences (5)</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">Unknown</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">  </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"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Pharms - Lamotrigine </td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</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">Pharms - Escitalopram</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</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">Pharms - Buspirone</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</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">100 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: The term "acid" has been used as a common name for d-LSD since the 1960s. Although confusion associated with newer psychoactive substances has lead some people to use the term "acid" to refer to anything LSD-like or anything psychedelic on blotter or sold in drops, we believe this represents an error and not a useful evolution in language.]</span> <br> <br> Fall of 2021, I mistakenly took a gel tab of 25I-NBOMe from a dealer I never bought from before. I tripped with my girlfriend at the time who had no experience tripping. We got in a small fight right before we took the tabs about something small. I told her that hallucinogens are to be respected at all costs, but I myself didn't listen. I got anxious because I was trying to focus on keeping a good mindset but the fight brought me down a fair bit. In my head, I knew that it was wrong to go forward with taking the acid, but we've been planning and already decided to trip that day, so I took it impulsively. Either way, my mental state only contributed to the anxiety of the trip, not the physical side effects. This wasn't my first nightmare trip either, in 2019 I experienced psychosis induced by LSD. Saying that, I knew what was coming when I first felt that something was wrong. <br> <br> I started to not be able to breathe. I desperately became hyperfocused on avoiding another nightmare trip but that frightened me even more, to the core. I tried to convince myself that I simply just needed to lay down and breathe manually because the inability to breathe normally was making me extremely anxious. I could hear and feel my heart pounding in my chest, increasingly growing faster and harder. I thought it was just the trip, but I was actually having an incredibly bad physical reaction to the drug. I realized that eventually. At that point, I knew I was going to die because it did not feel like LSD in the first place and my breathing was getting more and more shallow, which was not normal at all. I felt so terrible, I knew it wasn't just the trip making me paranoid. I knew it wasn't right. I was looping about how I was genuinely going to die. I was absolutely terrified. My girlfriend said I had the most terrified face she's seen on anybody. The entire trip I just focused on my breath, attempting to slow down my heart as much as I could to try and survive, even though it was still increasing in speed. <br> <br> Eventually, I stopped moving and responding and I became lost in the visuals. I couldn't see. All I saw was red and orange because of the lighting in the room. I stopped being able to hear my girlfriend talking, at that point she sounded muffled and that her voice was fading in and out. I started to go in and out of consciousness. She began to panic and called over a close friend. When she arrived, I started seizing and foaming at my mouth. When the ambulance came, they had to call in four firefighters for backup because I was flailing uncontrollably, keep in mind I am a 4'11 female that barely weighs 100lb. I was also overheating and my face was literally as red as a tomato because I was so hot. As I said, I couldn't hear or see and I was falling in and out of consciousness, but I remember hearing a couple things such as the paramedic asking my acquaintances how old I was and what medications I take. <br> <br> [Speaking of medications, I was an absolute dumbass and decided to take my medications (Lithium, Buspar, Lamotrigine, and Lexapro) that day even though a trip was planned. I underestimated mixing lithium and lexapro with psychedelics. I've tripped dozens of times but I hadn't tripped since I started lithium two years before. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text"> I've tripped dozens of times but I hadn't tripped since I started lithium two years before.</div></div> <!-- Out of the dozens of research articles I've read, about 47% of people who mix LSD and lithium together experience seizures. NBOMe already has a high fatality rate on those who don't even take medications, mixing it with lithium SIGNIFICANTLY increases the risk of death.--> I'm incredibly lucky to have survived.] <br> <br> Five hours later, I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor flatlining (not sure if my heart actually stopped for a second or if I was just flailing so much that the electrode pads popped off) and at least three nurses around me trying to save my life, along with one on top of me pumping my chest as I was rushed into a room. The first thought I had when I woke up was, "not again." I didn't remember a thing, but the first thing I did was rush to my apple watch, which I was luckily still wearing, to write down my dad's number for the staff to contact. The only thing is, I didn't remember either of my parents' numbers. Then I realized I remembered barely anything at all, including important things that should've been engraved in my head such as my birthday and my girlfriend's last name. I was shaking a lot and I couldn't focus my vision. I had no idea what happened, but I'm glad I blacked out. I had no idea whether or not I ran away and something happened and a stranger called the hospital or if I did something stupid and hurt the people I love again. All I knew that I was still most definitely loved and cared for by my parents (I didn't know if I fucked things up with my girlfriend as that happened last trip) and that if I saw them I wouldn't be scared anymore. I went on my watch again then looked through my messages in case anyone was worried about me. It was miraculously connected to my phone which my girlfriend had because my room was right next to the waiting area. I felt more at ease because I didn't fuck anything up again and that they were all just worried and there for me. This happened during the time of covid, so there was a no-visitor rule. However, my mom works at that hospital, and thankfully she was able to convince them to let her in, which I'm so grateful for because I immediately sobered up and felt comforted when I saw her walk in. Once I got out of the hospital I noticed multiple, multiple bruises throughout my body because my blood was clotting quite a bit too. <br> <br> After that, most of the after effects lasted for about a month. My short term memory was absolutely terrible, and I still couldn't remember anyone's phone number. For days, I even forgot I had a sister. I was in a deep fog, like I wasn't actually there. I also developed some minor fears such as crossing the street but that went away after a month or so. Red also used to be my favorite color, but it scared me for several months. Test your drugs kids. I wonder if I have any permanent heart damage now. <br> <br> <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><!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2021</td><td width="90">ExpID: 116719</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 30, 2022</td><td>Views: 1,003</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=116719&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=116719&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), NBOMe Series (539), Pharms - Buspirone (155), Pharms - Escitalopram (304), Pharms - Lithium (91), Pharms - Lamotrigine (432), Unknown (120) : Small Group (2-9) (17), What Was in That? (26), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Health Problems (27), 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>(gel 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> </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">204 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've smoked weed for a good solid month now, but every high was just to get lost. Nothing very important to document on weed. <br> But acid opened the barrier between my sense of reality and sense of higher, intelligent perception that impacted my whole being in 12 hours starting three days ago at 3:04 pm. <br> <br> I was in the living room when I finally dropped all suspicion and/or intrusive thoughts and proceeded to head straight into my closet to retrieve my $20 geltab. I had asked my friend earlier how many micrograms this tab had, and it wasn't later about 3 hours in, that I was told it contained 150ug. <br> <br> The bag it was in was miniature in size, but still had very daring powers to provide in one sitting. I had previously smoked a joint, which had some of my orange truffle strain that was stronger than what I usually smoked. I had a king slim joint ready as well. <br> But that was for after I peaked. I'd estimate that I smoked at least 2.5 grams that night. The exact percent is unclear. But I felt it did really amplify the high very intensely, I felt. <br> <br> Half an hour in, everything seemed more funny to react to, especially the TV shows and movies I was watching. I noticed I began to take every thought that formed very literally, and would spend time speculating about things I felt important to reflect on. Time felt free. If that makes sense. But a part of me was still sober enough to document the whole experience in my notes I left for myself, which had very copious amounts of material to review. <br> <br> This was at 3:41. <br> <br> Now 4:32 pm, I started to come up more gradually, and felt a warm embrace, starting from my chest and blossoming mainly around my right of my chest. My brain had a slight expansion, starting from one corner and slowly forming into my life changing experience. I just remember feeling so giddy that I couldn't pay attention to the TV anymore. None of it mattered. <br> <br> At 5 pm, my pupils were enlarged. I remember this being the first time I looked in the mirror, and I had no such negative result from doing so. <br> <br> The living room I was in consisted with this constant whirring noise of a fan that engulfed every gap of silence and completely filled the living room. The cup holders in the middle of the couch morphed and produced a wavy effect that caught me off guard. My veins pulsated with life force that surged throughout my whole body. Going outside I felt was the best thing I could do right now. <br> <br> About 6:05pm, the hot, blazing sun shone its rays of sunshine down on my skin. I felt so embraced. The sky had wonderful amounts of images that flooded the sky blue canvas above, each one grabbing my focus inwards towards the hallucinations I saw. Whispers upon whispers of what sounded to me like commentators constantly went back and forth throughout my ears whenever I'd pay attention to them for a while. <br> <br> The music blasting through my headphones exemplified my appreciation for music even more than I usually do. Sometimes I'd take off my headphones to just absorb the wall of sounds I was hearing. Each intricate noise seemed to have the utmost importance to me. Any sense of paranoia did not bother me at all. In fact I had none. But I did have some sort of embarrassment while being outside sitting in a foldable maroon chair looking like a Looney just sent me into a laughing fit. After that I headed back inside and had no problems after that momentary lapse of thought transition. <br> <br> After enjoying the weather, I began to notice my hands felt clammy and humid than usual. Beads of sweat started to form on my head, and in the middle of my chest. Every now and then I'd pull my shirt to sort of fan myself to cool down, but the temperature was obviously growing. <br> <br> I began to make correlations of a Finnish sauna (which I've never been in my whole entire life) to my body temperature. I must've been spiking, but it was never entirely uncomfortable. Every new revelation that spawned just filled my mind with so much information, exceeding every barrier of doubt I've ever had in my life. A window in my kitchen was open. As I leaned forward to see what outside had to offer, more and more speculation about life endeavors started to form. Something as simple as birds chirping, or even an ant hill I took notice of on the ground outside. 'We've run over their land', I said to myself. 'We constantly destroy every area of nature's true beauty for our sick, infested ideas of construction.' These thoughts and more would arrive in droves, constantly forming my self doubt into interesting speculation that soared with questions. <br> <br> In my room was a different story. I had recently become a fan of Lynyrd Skynyrd's music, and Simple Man played for me on repeat the whole time I stood there in my room watching the colorful warped images that would contort with such energy and liveliness. This documentary I was watching about Lynyrd Skynyrd had these very psychedelic patterns of images of the band during their live performances while a member would commentate in the background. I would become lost into the Then a full on power attack of guitar noise amplified that filled my ears, and the whole room with it's intrinsic nature of music that is Simple Man. Shadow playing a guitar filled my vision full of intensity that was better left unsaid. I was onstage that night playing for thousands of people in the crowds wailing my soul out on the very strings of this beautiful instrument we call the 'guitar'. It was orgasmic yet so exciting to perform. The enlightenment of true REVELATIONS filled my brain with speculation to every single thing I found importance in. No matter what it was. <br> <br> Eventually one of my family complained of B.O, so eventually I went into the shower to cleanse myself. It was a whole nother portal in time, the shower I took. It reminded me of a Time Chamber from Dragon Ball Z. The bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash just started to wave with such energy that flowed freely like bubble trails in a mix. <br> <br> Afterwards I felt more relaxed, comfortable, but still sweating. I lied down on my bed, listening to more voices commentating while the guinea pigs in the living room eyed me with suspicion. 2 hours later after watching the same documentary, listening to mind-blowing music, standing up nonstop for reasons unexplainable, etc. It sort of died down after than, and then things were mellow. <br> <br> I'd go outside 2 times to smoke a joint or 2, then just stare into nothing embracing the coattails of my then LSD trip. But the memories were impacting enough to change me someway. <br> <br> So from 6:30pm to 3:47am, I became enthusiastic about every new revelation and inviting information about new things I never knew about. <br> <br> I probably peaked around 7 or 8:30pm. <br> <br> Minutes before turning 4 am, I smoked more of my leftover roach, sitting in silence as I felt the endings of my acid trip resolving at last. <br> <br> This experience taught me so much about unlocked potential.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2022</td><td width="90">ExpID: 116401</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 30, 2022</td><td>Views: 204</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=116401&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=116401&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), Cannabis (1) : 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> 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">125 mg</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+ 48:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Unknown</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 50:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 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> </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">128 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Somehow it’s always at 2 in the morning, when I can’t sleep, and instead start to reflect on my follies. <br> <br> Background: I am male, at the time of this experience 24 years old and weighing around 128 pounds, in good mental and physical health. I take no prescription or OTC medications, but generally use yerba mate and marijuana on a daily basis. I had also been getting into kratom a lot these days, using it perhaps two to four days out of the week. I have experienced a wide range of psychoactive substances but it is the psychedelics that fascinate me and keep me coming back for more. I consider myself very familiar with mushrooms, LSD, DMT, 5-MeO-DMT, syrian rue and caapi alone or in combination with the aforementioned tryptamines, hawaiian baby woodrose seeds, Trichocereus cacti, 2C-I, MDMA, methylone and Salvia divinorum. I also have limited experience with 2C-E, DO-x blotters, nitrous oxide, yopo and cebil seeds, ketamine and DXM. <br> <br> Substances ingested and timeline: <br> T + 0:00 (Saturday) LSD, 2 hits <br> T + 2:00 (Saturday) MDMA, approximately 125 mg <br> T + 48:00 (Monday) 3 unknown blotters, sold as LSD but suspected to be DOI <br> T + 50:00 (Monday) Mushrooms 3 grams <br> <br> Setting: At the time of this experience, I was living in a community house. It was a five-bedroom house, and the number of people paying rent varied from as low as five to as high as ten in the time we lived there. The more people we packed in, the less any of us had to work to pay rent, and so most of us worked part-time at best and had lots of free time to just hang out. When you take into account the many, many house guests, our weekly potluck suppers and various people’s pets, it was not uncommon to have thirteen or more living beings sleeping there on a given night. To be sure, it was an epic and sometimes challenging environment to live in. <br> <br> Mindset: Most people in our house were really into psychedelics, and those who didn’t partake themselves were very much open and accepting of what the rest of us were doing. I tripped on average at least once a week while we lived there, and often times more than that. We started a tradition called the Sunday Church of Acid, where those interested would get together and have a group trip on Sundays, spending time hanging out and philosophizing with each other, listening to music, painting, sketching or doing other creative craft projects. Sometimes our Sunday churches would also include leisurely breakfasts, yoga, walks around town or other activities such as “karma yoga” (aka cleaning the house up). Sunday was our day of collective rest and relaxation, a time to connect with each other and work on artistic projects. <br> <br> It had been exactly one month since I had last used psychedelics. Now that may not sound like a long time to most people, but for me taking a month break was unprecedented, the longest I had gone without tripping in more than a year. My reasons for taking a break were many-faceted, but mostly revolved around me doing too much, too often. To paint a picture of my last experience: Sometimes, all your roommates go to bed. And instead of going to bed, sometimes one might instead stay up all night, eating caps of MDMA, tabs of LSD, and handfuls of magic mushrooms. In which case you might find yourself, at seven in the morning, being in an uncomfortable space. To say the least. <br> <br> I felt that my use of psychedelics, particularly MDMA, was getting really compulsive and out of control. The quality of effects I was receiving from MDMA and other psychedelics had dropped off. Tripping so frequently, there is not a lot of new material for my mind to process, and tolerance was definitely an issue as well. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Tripping so frequently, there is not a lot of new material for my mind to process, and tolerance was definitely an issue as well.</div></div> I was beginning to notice negative effects on my emotions, being moody and having low energy levels after my weekend mind-benders. My interpersonal relations with loved ones were suffering too, as well as my job performance. I needed to take a break to level myself out again. Being tired and burnt-out two days of every week was no longer working for me. <br> <br> The Experience: It’s supposed to be the Sunday Church of Acid, but this was a long weekend. So we figured we could go to Sunday church twice: Once on Saturday, and then again on Monday. Let’s start with Saturday… <br> <br> There are three men who live in the house, myself, Star and Dante. Although not related by blood, it feels like they are the two brothers I never had. Saturday morning Star invited Dante and I to go “marauding” through the city. It sounded like a fine idea. Star had been gifted a bag of MDMA, of which he took some and then hopped in the shower. Soon he was coming up and ready to go marauding (with Dante driving). We stopped at a craft shop so Dante could pick up some materials for his leatherwork, and also went to check out an outdoor piece of sculpture art. It was called “The Device to Root Out All Evil” and was a small-scale model of a church, stuck upside down by it spire into the grass, as if God in his wrath had thrown the church down from heaven to pop some Satan-pimple on the ground! <br> <br> Dante and myself had no intention to trip today. However, trouble started when we stopped in for coffee and conversation at a friend’s house. Likeable guy, devoted to his daughter, coming out of a divorce and stressful times. Opening up to using psychedelics not just as recreation, but something deeper… <br> <br> So he was showing us some blotter, the ink was green and each tab had a different symbol on it. Little geometric mandalas, the grateful dead bears, peace signs, the zig-zag guy and others. He ended up spontaneously giving us each two tabs to experiment with, just because he’s a nice guy. <br> <br> Star dropped his almost immediately as we got back in the truck. I hadn’t intended on taking mine that day, but all of a sudden that little voice-of-wisdom in the back of my head started saying “Eat the acid. Just eat the acid already.” And so I did. Oh boy, here we go. Since I had dropped, Star was now egging on Dante, asking him if he was going to drop with us. Dante said he was thinking about it. We stopped at a second-hand book store and browsed. Somewhere in the process, Dante lost his two hits of LSD. Oh well, someone at the book store will be pleasantly surprised! We got back in the truck and drove home. <br> <br> Back in the comfort of our own home, Star and I soon concluded that the acid was noticeable, but pretty weak. Star offered the obvious solution: To each take ~125 mg of MDMA. Dante was in. Was it the right time for me? Was I ready to do MDMA again, and could I avoid falling back into the trap of doing too much, too often? I decided to do the MDMA. I had no conscious intent, but was simply going with the energy flow and with what felt right today. I was trusting that I was making the right decision. Now time for the three of us to walk down the hill and get some tea! <br> <br> There was a humorous moment, as I stood at the counter of the coffee place riffling through the box of teas, seeking out some Moroccan mint. All of a sudden, 0 to 60 as the MDMA kicked in. All of a sudden, Dante is holding out a handful of change to the servers saying effusively “You’re time is so valuable to us! We really appreciate your time!” <br> <br> I coral Dante by the honey and spoons. “You holding it together, man?” I query. <br> <br> He replies, “Yeah… yeah, just barely.” We took our teas outside to bask in a little late-season sunshine. <br> <br> An acquaintance came up. We both smiled wide-eyed at him, each grasping one of his hands. “What’s up guys?” He queried. <br> <br> “I don’t know…?” we replied, with shit-eating grins on our faces. <br> <br> In return, “I don’t know either, but I can sure feel it!” Our smiles broadened. <br> <br> <!-- Dante wandered over to this group of people, and started talking to them in French. One guy responded pretty well, which was funny since he was wearing a sombrero, and holding a sign saying “Una cerveza por el hombre?” I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. At first I thought this guy was Spanish, but could speak some French. Then Dante stopped speaking in French, and the other guy responded in fluent English. That threw me off again. What the fuck? I guess Dante was just speaking in French for the hell of it. <br/> <br/> -->We soon stumbled upon another friend, Jesse. I greeted her by nuzzling her shoulder. Looking into my eyes, she says “What’s up Papy?” <br> <br> And I say, “I’m just glad to see you!” It was a strange scene, with three men crouched and two dogs at the feet of two beautiful women wearing sunglasses. <br> <br> Jesse looked quizzically at the three of us. Carefully pulling down her sunglasses, she brought her eyes close to Dante’s, for closer examination. She checked one pupil, then the other. Finally, the verdict: “I’m suspicious. Are you guys tripping out?” Again we smile and then admit that we are really tripped out, yes, thank you. <br> <br> It was getting chilly so we beat a hasty retreat to home base. <!-- Walking up the hill, Dante was still jabbering away in French. These two Pakistani blokes taught him how to say “Siloam” as a friendly greeting of peace. Dante then proceeded to freak out the next people we walked past, by sternly holding his hand out as if to stop them, and intoning “Siloam!” Star and I tried to explain that for that kind of thing, you really need to make sure your audience is receptive. We live in a suspicious, fearful city and it was within this paradigm that the strangers reacted to Dante’s actions.--> <br> <br> While philosophizing and smoking dope at the kitchen table, one of our roommates Nessie arrives home from doing several hours of Tai Chi. We immediately engage her in vigorous conversation. Star comments on just how beautiful and radiant she is looking today, after the Tai Chi. He asks to take a smell imprint of her, slowly sniffing her neck. “Woah,” she says, “you guys are fucked!” <br> <br> Our evening gentled down slowly, a few friends over for conversation and ganja smoking. I commented that we had six men in the room, but two seconds later my female cousin walked through the door. And then we were seven. Seven is a good number for metaphysical work, as I sat and meditated I started feeling myself enter a highly activated energetic state. However, when the circle disintegrated the moment was lost. <br> <br> The next night, Sunday night, I was enjoying the full, traditional Thanksgiving dinner with my blood relatives. I went to bed and was soon asleep from tryptophan turkey goodness. <br> <br> The next morning, we decided to walk down the hill, grab a booster juice, and drop three tabs each of this blotter I’d been holding onto for awhile. The print on it was a rampant lion similar to the Scottish flag. I felt something funny as soon as I put it in my mouth. For one, the paper was super thick blotter. Also, instead of the electric-tingly-tongue feeling I associate with acid, there was a slight bitter taste. Oh well… sketchy blotters wouldn’t have ended up in our mouths unless we were ready for whatever the experience might bring. The supposition that somebody had switched the true eucharist for some other drug didn’t seem to faze me. <br> <br> Our city is a windy and a chilling place in the late fall/early winter time, and the worst hasn’t even begun! Therefore, we walked back in the direction of home seeking warmth and comfort. On the balcony now, enjoying a few rays of sun and hanging out with my brothers who feel called to commune frequently with the plant spirit Nicotiana tabacum. Now I began to really feel the blotters taking effect. It definitely felt phenethylamine. Warm, centering, mildly empathetic. Unlike 2C-E, there seemed to be no body load or discomfort at all. It was a very gentle and pleasant substance. <br> <br> Well, nice as this substance was, and we speculated some DO-x (probably DOI due to the gentle nature and extremely long duration) was likely, it had a draw back. Sure our bodies felt nice and high, but mentally we were strangely lucid and clear headed. I suggested making some mushroom tea with mint from the garden, to which Star replied “Fuck yeah! And it that doesn’t get us high, then I give up.” <br> <br> Never fear. Three grams each of good mushrooms will always get us high. Soon the house had become alive, breathing and rippling all around me. I was admiring the way the golden afternoon sunshine came through the doorway, glistening off the tile floor. Wait a minute, our floor isn’t normally that shiny! I must be tripping! <br> <br> Then came a moment where we all fell silent, and breathed together. The whole house would expand and contract with the rhythms of our lungs. Looking at the ceiling, I noticed that I was capable of controlling the visual distortions. By concentrating my intent, I could make whatever pattern I wanted to see twist and squiggle in the ceiling stucco. <br> <br> Dante, Star and myself seemed to be coming into perfect perceptual synchronicity with one another. A couple key words, or perhaps a facial expression, would be enough to allow the others to perceive that thought clearly. We were working together, flowing seamlessly as one unit. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">A couple key words, or perhaps a facial expression, would be enough to allow the others to perceive that thought clearly. We were working together, flowing seamlessly as one unit.</div></div> <br> <br> So we are having a fun, relaxing trip. Contentedly watching Planet Earth, smoking combination lotus and ganja doobies, and generally philosophizing. <br> <br> Those damn sketchy blotters last too long! I ate them 28 hours ago and still haven't gone to sleep. For hours I just listened to the sound of rain/sleet whipping against the house, driven by the first stormy weather of the late season. Work was a little tough to get through the next day, due to sleep deprivation and having all my muscles aching. <br> <br> Would I do it all again? Abso-Fuckin-Lutely! Wouldn’t miss a second of it. Welcome to the Church of Acid. We come together to celebrate the divine. I give – and receive – Love.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2009</td><td width="90">ExpID: 83382</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 5, 2022</td><td>Views: 457</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=83382&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=83382&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), Mushrooms (39), Unknown (120) : Glowing Experiences (4), Multi-Day Experience (13), 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">6 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>(edible / food)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">7 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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">7 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> </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 --> To Heaven Hell and Back <br> <br> Around 5:30 I took 6 hits of liquid acid on altoids. I waited around 45 minutes for it to kick in as I had never mixed LSD and shrooms before but have taken both separately a number of times. Once it kicked in I gave it another 15 minutes to be sure I had peaked before eating any shrooms. <br> <br> At about 6:30 I ate a 1/4oz of shrooms, but at 7:00 I felt the acid level out so I ate another 1/4oz of shrooms. By 7:30 I could feel the shrooms kick in. It was much more of a gradual onset than I’ve ever had. Everything just became brighter and more colorful as well as causing the acid to feel smoother and less chaotic. <br> <br> My girlfriend came to pick me up for a Getter and Fox Stevenson concert around 8:00. At this time I was feeling fantastic. I was very emotional in a positive way, as well as just extremely content. We parked at about 9:00 and got to the concert at 9:15. I was feeling slightly paranoid as we went through the line. As soon as I was through the door however I remember telling myself despite how out of it I was that other people were fucked up too and I just needed to let go and have a good time. I went to the bathroom and came back out to meet my girlfriend where we walked to the bar. Then it hit me! <br> <br> The music took over control of my body and I could not stop dancing. I had my wallet in one hand and was somehow able to one handed pull both my credit card and ID out of it while flipping them in and out of the groves of my fingers like I was juggling with one hand. My girlfriend asked how I was doing that. I told her “I don’t know but I can’t stop.” She then took them from me to make sure I didn’t lose them. As soon as she did the rest of my body began to move uncontrollably with the music and the colors began to intensify like crazy. I was dancing and moving in ways I never had before. Everyone around me was noticing me saying things like “holy shit, check this dude out, he’s fucking killing it” I was somehow aware of every note and could predict the beat like I wrote the songs. I could feel the music flowing through my body as well as controlling the visuals. <br> <br> The more I danced the more intense it all was. I then made my way to the center of the crowd and began to dance like crazy. I noticed a circle form around me and someone with a huge camera made his way through the crowd and began filming me. (Man I wish I could get that video) I started to completely let go and when I closed my eyes waves of color was all I could see. I could feel both the music and the color flowing around my body. It felt like I was swimming in a sea of euphoria and color. At one point I felt like I could just dive into it and disappear forever. I remember thinking I was going to die and just be in that space forever. <br> <br> This is where things went wrong. I dove backwards slamming my head in the concrete floor, thinking I was going to dive into the trip and live there forever. Someone picked me up and I went back to dancing right before security grabbed me and kicked me out. I danced the whole way to the door as they cut off my wristband and pushed me out of the club. It was then as I could no longer hear the music that the intensity of the trip began to fade and reality began to set in. I had lost all track of time inside. I felt like I was there for only a few minutes but it had been 3 hours. I got kicked out at 12:00 and had no idea why. Things came to me later but at that time I remember walking around the street seeing helicopters and police vans, thinking they were all there for me. I thought I had done something really bad and was going to jail for life. I walked around the block thinking they were just watching me and waiting to arrest me. I walked to the front of the club where some officers were and leaned on the rail with some other people who had been kicked out. It was now about 12:30 and this whole time I thought I was supposed to be standing there waiting to be arrested. Then one officer told me I needed to call a cab or something. I replied “oh am I not arrested” he said if I was I would be in handcuffs. I immediately left and reached in my pocket to call my girlfriend and realized I had lost my phone. <br> <br> I spent the rest of the night wondering around trying to figure out how to contact her. At 2:00 the concert ended and I saw her and the group of friends we came with coming out of the club. She thought I was still in the crowd dancing as I never made it to the private table the group had rented. Now that I was back with my friends the positive feelings started to come back and I began to recollect all the events of the night. We made it to a dinner at about 2:30 grabbed some food and headed home. The whole ride home again I just felt like dancing. It was definitely nothing like at the concert but I was once again in a great mood. We got home a little after 3:00 and I watched Interstellar until I fell asleep at about 4:00.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2015</td><td width="90">ExpID: 107470</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 8, 2022</td><td>Views: 243</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=107470&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=107470&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) : Music Discussion (22), 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">2 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/piracetam/">Piracetam</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">250 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Vitamins - Choline</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">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+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </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> </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 --> Dropped all three at the same time. It was my first time testing this batch of Eggshell LSD, so I don't have a strong previous handle on what the head trip was like. I'm normally a very on-task, mission oriented person when I trip, as well. <br> <br> I definitely did not feel the sinister push that I often feel when an acid trip is beginning. It was a little slower in starting than usual, and it felt very comfortable and natural. My visuals were very good, but I wouldn't say they were particularly enhanced. The mental effects were HIGHLY noticeable though. I was able to carry on really intelligent conversations, reply quickly, bring up the exact words I was looking for, and respond far more quickly than I usually can when I trip. <br> <br> Mental imagery was definitely enhanced, that hilarious mental exercise that takes place when I trip was not only good by itself, but was augmented by the wide vocabulary I retained while tripping. <br> <br> Did I trip harder? Possibly not. I didn't feel near as fucked up as I usually do when I trip, but the visuals, head trip, and the feelings of being well woven into reality were all very strong. <br> <br> Unfortunately, about 5 hours into the trip, I did several whippets which completely took the mental edge off. <br> <br> I'll definitely be using piracetam from now on though, my biggest complaint with LSD as a social drug is how difficult it is to enunciate what I'm experiencing and my point of view. I feel like piracetam repairs a lot of this effect.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 85349</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 30, 2022</td><td>Views: 513</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=85349&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=85349&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2), Vitamins - Choline (467), Piracetam (95) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Performance Enhancement (50), 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 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+ 3:30</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+ 3:50</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> </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">132 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Is This Ego Death That I Experienced <br> <br> Around 5:45, my friend and I took our first single hit of stamps, we then waited an hour exactly to take our second one. The first 3-4 hours was nothing but pure bliss and laughter, the physical, mental, visual high was overwhelming but no fear at all, actually felt invincible, laying on the bed, in the room in total darkness, listening to trance music. I can see a tribal village dancing on the walls, nothing but colors changing and merging. It was so beautiful, at one point I looked at my friends valentines day card her boyfriend had given her and it had a rose on it, it started to open n I saw stars flying, streaking thru it, as if I was seeing space, flying thru it within this flower. I began to cry hard but it was pure joy. I loved the place I was in so much, to the point where I would tell my friend, ”..why would anyone want to keep us away from here.?..’ we felt like little girls, like innocent children playing our imaginary world <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">we felt like little girls, like innocent children playing our imaginary world</div></div>, even Britney Spears sounded n felt amazing.. Lol <br> <br> At 9:15 we took a molly. As soon as it hit us 20 mins later, we were on a complete other level, so happy beyond explanation. My friend rolled up a blunt a marijuana n …’I said sure y not’…big mistake… <br> <br> I took two good hits, n my friend told me she wanted to blow me up with glowsticks or glowballs we we had. She had mentioned that when she did it for her bf when they tripped together, he called her Shiva because it looked like she had eight arms… <br> <br> When she said ”youre going to call me Shiva”... The room turned dark red n her whole persona turned evil, villain like. When she went to go turn off the light, something told me’ if she turns off that light, you're going to die…’ I knew exactly what was happening, I got up from the bed n panicked ”I'm having a bad trip!” my mind kept telling me "y did you smoke, you know you can't smoke" <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">my mind kept telling me "y did you smoke, you know you can't smoke"</div></div> but because I was being selfish and just wanted to intensify my trip. It did some stupid shit... She looked at me with an evil look in her eyes, “what? Y? Whats wrong?” in a cynical way. I felt my soul sink to my feet, and seep thru my toes into the ground. I felt hopeless, helpless, my body began feel empty, it was pure fear and regret and denial. I felt like this was my judgement, this was my time to repent and ask for forgiveness because I'm about to die. The song playing in the back at that time, “Love rain down” by George Acosta, became an eery song .. “ let your love rain on me”…..it was spiritual and scary as hell. I hunched over asking god “no no please!!”, I stood up and began to pray “please god please no I'm sorry, I'm sorry forgive me”. Images of my daughter came and, I kept saying to myself “I cant leave her, I cant leave her behind..” I stood up but put my hands on my face and said “I'm immortal!”, my friend knew what was up when I yelled it, grabbed me by arms telling me that I'm a good person and not to be afraid, and that she loves me, she grabbed me and held me close. It felt as is by hugging me, I was being forgiven of my “sins”. I then looked up at her face and asked her to open the door, and she said “why...are you sure?…” fearing I was going to do something crazy like or hurt someone who at the house. But my mind told me,” if she doesn’t open that door, you're going to die”…as if whatever higher power is out there, used her image, to be the one to set my fate. It was my judgement day. This was it, this moment if she opened the door. <br> <br> I told her “I promise I wont do anything just please open the door.” she cautiously opened the door, and as soon as I stepped foot out of the room, I felt liberation, everything turned white, my friend said I ran out the room like a bat out of hell. I ran out the front door, I went to the front patio and everything was still, time had stopped, and I sat down like wtf just happened... And felt as if I was set free, like as if I for now on have the privilege to come back this place, now that I have a whole new respect for it (the LSD), I wasn’t scared of doing it, just had a new view of it, respect... <br> <br> I will never see life the same, it made my friend and I realize that nothing else matters at the end, only that you’ve done good in your life, and don’t take it or anyone for granted, and to be around people who care about you and trust. My whole aspect on life and people is totally turned around. When I looked this up, and read about ego death…I wanted to cry as I read what would happen. I do believe this what I experienced, but I'm glad I did.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2012</td><td width="90">ExpID: 96891</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 2, 2023</td><td>Views: 326</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=96891&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=96891&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), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Bad Trips (6), 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">2.5 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>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</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> </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 --> Intention/Headspace/Setting - My intentions were to reset my sleep schedule and to just have a chill day. I did not have anything to do over the next few days and I wanted to have healthier sleeping habits again since I was sleeping around 5am-8am and waking up around 1pm-4pm. This was not my first time tripping by myself either, which I planned to do, but this was my strongest dose by .5 tabs. The previous weeks I have been binge watching Game of Thrones and I had finished it. A tiny bit of Game of Thrones knowledge is required. I started microdosing mushrooms 3 weeks previously. I have been taking .10 a day with 2 day break in between. Thinking about money a lot lately since I don't have any. Trying to live off 40$ the last 2 weeks of this month. Setting was at my house. I live with my 18 year old brother. It was raining. <br> <br> Tuesday, May 21, I wake up at around 330-4pm. Tease brother that night I'm going to stay up and take the rest of my acid. So I make the decision to stay up till 6 in the morning and take 2.5 tabs of blue gel acid tabs. I end up staying up all night and taking it sometime in between 630-8am. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I end up staying up all night and taking it sometime in between 630-8am.</div></div> Pop em all on my tongue, leave them there for a second, drank some water, swished it around, swallowed and waited for it to kick in. <br> <br> After about 20-30 minutes, which felt like instantly, I started to feel it. Normally like.. an hour, hour fifteen maybe start feeling something. Not this one. I knew it was gonna be strong because it started soo fast. I started by putting my headphones on and playing music from my computer on Spotify. I laid in bed and waited for the come up to kick in and my brother to go to work. He was supposed to leave by 9. 930-10ish comes around and he's still not gone. I hear him get up and I'm definitely coming up at this point. I open the door cuz he told me he's not going to work and can see his face already morphing into someone I didn't know. Feeling slightly worried that he was going to be there all day now, since I'd planned to go this alone I started to get anxious. <br> <br> The visuals turned into whatever visuals look like when you're coming up REALLY HARD. Like tiny sharp lines everywhere, like it hasn't started all coming together yet and it's just lines not flowy. I put on music on my TV, (Spotify Refractions playlist) heard Croatia Amor - Love Means Taking Action. I wanted to play the Album on my TV with the Album art also. Couldn't get it to work. <br> <br> I don't remember exactly what happened after that, I remember getting frustrated and then not really worrying about it any more. Me and brother were talking here and there. Asking me how hard I was tripping etc. He gave me a tiny bowl of weed to smoke at probably 1130-12. Fully peaking now he shows me a couple pictures of something on his phone and I absolutely freak shit. I start crying and screaming at him "Are you fucking serious?! Are you kidding me right now?! (brother) this is the most important thing I've ever been show." I was screaming and yelling and crying on the floor. I had no idea what to do at this point. The pictures were of a bunch of different things. But it was obviously psychedelic in nature. How it was psychedelic in nature felt as though the entire picture was symmetric, it had different psychedelic colors in it that caught my eye. (I often see the same few colors like pink, yellow and blue outlines) It felt like people were using it to get my attention and make money off of it. I felt betrayed, bewildered, and in complete disbelief that someone would use psychedelics for exploitation for un-pure intentions. The intentions did not feel pure at all. I was feeling so much feelings of connection to something higher it felt like they were using that feeling instead of it just being a picture with what I thought was psychedelic qualities. (I was confusing my feelings and their intentions) (realizing now it was my brother putting these notions on me) <br> <br> I frantically started drawing on my white board. Erasing and talking to my brother trying to write down notes trying to figure out what I had seen. I had no idea what I was trying to figure it out because as soon I was able to piece together a thought and write it down I'd forgotten my thought process or where I was going with it or even the thought itself and I would only have written a few letters. At this point my mental state was in chaos. I started to believe I wasn't myself anymore. I was not myself, instead I was I felt I was my actual higher self thrust into my body. I was no longer me. My higher self was a young being or something being taught a lesson for all eternity over and over in this human realm until I learned my lessons and would be allowed to ascend in to higher realms in a different realm. I believed that my actions and thoughts and ideas effected this realm to such a degree that right now at this moment, if I didn't figure out whatever I was supposed trying to figure out, I would not be allowed to ascend and I'd be stuck on earth and would have to continue this life for eternity and if I did something was going to happen. Like I was going to literally not be on earth anymore and be something/somewhere else. <br> <br> I feel that at one point I thought this was THE trip. The last trip. The longest trip. I was going to DIE. My brother was going to watch his brother die on psychedelics after I've been such an advocate and this and that. I got that familiar feeling of TRIPPING not just being on acid but on a TRIP. It's hard to explain but it feels like all of my trips are connected and I just go from being in that past trip space to the current one <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it feels like all of my trips are connected and I just go from being in that past trip space to the current one</div></div>. I'm not to sure how to really explain but that's the best I got. I believed that my brother was like an older being and was teaching me lessons as I was a child. (He's 7 years younger than me) Then I believed that I was like a mentally unstable (savant??) type person who had been put through test after test after test to see if I was worthy enough to be the Middleman. (middleman is a role I'd created that would give everyone everything they'd ever needed like sustenance, love, happiness, everything) (I felt like a savant because I had these tiny magnetic balls I was playing with. Made me think of fidget spinner or baoding balls that to keep my mind occupied hence those feelings). For like all of the universe. The gods themselves were testing me to see if I was pure enough to make me some HUGE role in the higher COSMOS. I kept thinking they were paying attention to my thoughts and If I thought anything bad I would fail. <br> <br> I though of like 7 Kingdom stuff and how there'd be different heads of things for the kingdoms like in Game of Thrones. I was to be the head of everything. I kept saying "No game of thrones" "game of thrones is bad" thinking about the actual game of thrones not the show (the game of thrones where people kill and sabotage each other). I started panickily writing things like "Middleman", no Middle man, my name, GOT, and random sad faces and smiley faces on a white board. I would repeat Middleman over and over. Middleman, Middleman, no middleman, no middleman. Game of thrones, no game of thrones. I would be the middle man instead because the middle man was always bad. I was to be the middle man because my intentions will ALWAYS come from a place of love, and betterment for all of mankind. Everyone is allowed to sit with us. Everyone is cool, everyone is welcome, everyone is loved. No discrimination. I cried and told my brother everyone deserves love. Duality really fucking me the fuck up. I eventually set the white board down and gave up trying to figure it out and transition into the next part of the trip. I settled down and was no longer panicked. My brother had given me a drawing canvas instead so I think I started trying to draw. Realizing that I was just out of my mind I tried to put the board incident behind me. <br> <br> The rest of the day went on pretty uneventful. I sat on a stool and watched the rain through the sliding glass door wrapped in a blanket. When it started raining the patterns the water created on the ground as it made a wet spot was incredible. The patterns danced towards me inviting me to join them in getting wet so I went outside in the rain. Felt it touch me all over my body. I closed my eyes and imagined all the water in the air around me and felt like I was drowning. Completely immersed underwater. I gasped and opened my eyes and laughed. That was amazing not scary. <br> <br> Other than that the next most memorable thing that happened was my brother left and I had another revelation. I had stopped using poi for so long and realized how much happiness and joy it used to bring me. I was so happy to learn things, getting stronger and progressing in something. Taking that away from myself was just taking away a piece of happiness that I'd allowed myself to love. I started bawling tears and doing poi. I was laughing a little bit too because I felt so dumb for letting that happen. Sadness, Happiness and disappointment all at the same time. That was pure magical. That was probably the best part of the trip. <br> <br> After that brother came home. We talked about the difference between respect and fear and how fear is the one of the worst things imaginable. It is the opposite of love and it stops you from being human. Fear should be replaced with respect. Yes fear keeps me alive but it can also keep me from living. Being afraid of failing and making that my reason to not do things is a huge deal for me. I also said I needed to start respecting myself more. After that I just sorta winding down and went to bed. <br> <br> Next day I woke up and my brother is gone for the weekend. I started writing this as one of the first things I did in the day. The rest of the day was spent relaxing, keeping my mind at ease and being so stressed. Completely at a loss on how to feel. <br> <br> Day after I edited and added a few points I forgot. I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113225</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 25</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 11, 2023</td><td>Views: 393</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=113225&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=113225&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), 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">150 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">60 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> An experiment done with psychedelic substances as a tool for spiritual practices, some of which I began doing for the last 4 years of my life. I have kept some of them during all phases of my life since, these could be summarized very well in the 8 branches of raja yoga and vedic meditation. This LSD trip is just an experiment of set, setting and above all holding intention, "Samyama". <br> <br> I have had quite a number of acid trips this year and a small number of shroom ones too, but none were a significant as this one. For this I had cut up on weed for many weeks, I had been very proactive in mental gymnastics too, meditation and inquiry. This trip was done one week after the passing of my father, on a stormy night. <br> <br> I was curious above all of every change that happens to the body and mind beginning with the come up, I had no expectations, a sharp mind set and a profound intent on discovering my inner and natural take on all of my life's ups and downs. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had no expectations, a sharp mind set and a profound intent on discovering my inner and natural take on all of my life's ups and downs.</div></div> I longed to discover my inner intuition, my voice. <br> <br> During the come up I lay in my bed, no music, just breathing and settling into myself. It began with what seemed to be random thoughts, images and sensations, that I was intent to let pass. The wind became a theme, to let all pass like the wind, to feel the flow of energy. <br> <br> I settled more and more into a safe and silent space inside of my mind, I was proactively seeking bad sensations so I could let the wind pass through the dark and stale aspects of my being, I felt like healing and receiving, I was intent on staying open. Soon I began to feel it getting deeper, I was being sent to deeper aspects, many times having to remember where I was at, settling again and again in my safe space, it was a moment of cultivation, cultivating my trust in myself, in the universe. Wherever I found myself, through good or bad, I was okay with it. <br> <br> The come up seemed eternal, but ended when I lost conscious thought and remained in a still floating above my sensations, like the wind passing through, I got to add that physical and mental sensations where tied to one another, when I felt mental friction I tensed up, the energy flowed harder, when I let go, I felt pleasure coursing through my body. The rocket launched into space when I felt a sharp current going up my spine, mentally I felt like flying into the cosmos. When I realized I lost connection with the physical, with my silent space full of peace, I panicked a little, but soon tried harder to maintain my space, to hold it like Atlas holds the world. <br> <br> Throughout all of this, I have to remark the importance of going deep, and holding space. It is like pulling an arrow with strength and keeping it tense. Pulling more and more and charging it with intent, with all your mind and soul. Every phase was plagued by thoughts that attracted my attention like mosquitoes are attracted to light, there appeared many images, of people, of situations, all tied to myself in one way or another. There were sources of anxiety, of confusion, there were hints of my progress inside each of them, trying to heal, or to be free, or to feel love, to fly above all of it allowed me to regain my power from them all. To be whole. <br> <br> It is like enhanced meditation, a satisfying game that pays all effort and devotion on the spot, I began to shift from emanating the intent, to attracting it, by just being in my inner space. When I was launched into the peak, I let go of the arrow peacefully. <br> <br> I felt bigger and bigger waves throughout my subconscious mind, each second seemed to show one perspective, it was like an earthquake. I stood up, and felt I was up there in the peak, but consciously quite awake, I felt like sleeping, or fainting, definitely losing grip with reality. <br> <br> I laid again on my bed, I put the album In Search Of the Lost Cord by The Moody Blues and soon it all came like the Niagara Falls of emotion and energy. <br> <br> I began to realize LSD has no content by itself, like psilocybin has, it works by relationship, one idea, one feeling, one image inside your mind is like a mirror for yourself, it shows you yourself, each new sensation relates with the one from before, and so creates an array of awe inspiring mental landscapes. I felt the good of myself in each visual that I saw, it was incredible. I began to pick up certain feelings, of anxiousness. When I felt powerful I felt sexual energy, I felt hot, when I was anxious I felt like being cut in two, like being just one half of me. It spiralled into a vision of a dual phoenix flying through the universe. Then I knew it, I knew of flight. <br> <br> All the trip was colored by flying, as if I had found my spirit animal, I felt like a Bald Eagle. Spiritually free, flying like my breath above all that happens down on the earth, down in the mind of a man. I felt whole, powerful, anxious free, ready to take on the world. Me listening to music felt like an Eagle gliding on the wind, all that was felt could be put in the metaphor of flying, of letting go like a bird does when it flies on the skies, being one with the wind. <br> <br> It followed some hours of ecstasy, of bliss and happiness. It was extraordinary, all the intent I channeled throughout the past couple of months into my growth were shown, I was paid back in full for all my effort to understand the world, I felt a spiritual emptiness be filled by an inner and more ambiguous identity, that of a bird that conquers the skies and flies above all else. I now sit in my self proud of my take on the world, compassionate towards myself, with no doubt. I have taken my power back, that I gave to the world all this time. <br> <br> Fly on people, with the wind on your back keep on riding on. <br> <br> I also have to add, psychedelic substances are not spiritual per se, it is man alone that is spiritual. He has the power and the understanding to take the good or the bad from everything, and as he is, so are his experiences in life. Thank you. <br> <br> [Reported Dose: ''approx 150ug'']<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2023</td><td width="90">ExpID: 116982</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 17, 2023</td><td>Views: 222</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=116982&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=116982&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), 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> 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+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 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> </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">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</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">30 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/amphetamines/">Amphetamines</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 13:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/tryptophan/">Tryptophan - 5-HTP</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 13:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/herbs/valerian/">Valerian</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">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It all began with deciding I wanted to spend the day doing some work on my car, nothing too hard mentally but definitely tedious enough that I did not want to do it. <br> <br> Woke up around 11ish <br> 12:00 pm Took half a tab of LSD just enough to boost my creativity and motivation. Made some breakfast and decided lets go to home depot get car supplies and Walmart for some groceries. <br> <br> 12:50 I get done with home depot, I begin to feel the come up and a little bit of confusion, I was hoping for more of a microdose but these were potent and I was feeling it. Decided not to go to Walmart as it would take a lot out of me trying to get what I needed without getting sidetracked. <br> <br> 1:30 Get back to the house I decided I wanted to try K hole, I had done Ketamine previously with the most euphoric effects very vivid visuals and insane out of body experiences about 2 years ago ( such as not even realizing that I was even laying down somewhere ). <br> <br> The supply was scarce and was only able to get it only once before about a year ago and just wasn't the same. I had gotten this last weekend and tried it last week felt the same way as it wasn't all I remembered it to be, so I assumed well initially when I used to do it I had done a lot more LSD ( weekly ). <br> <br> So now I had some LSD in me drank a beer and half to try to potentiate it + took the K. I defiantly felt woozy enough to lay down but I was not to the point of complete paralysis even though redosed large quantities within minutes of each other. The combination yielded better results then the original K - hole, I was able to get better closed eye visuals and do some of the things I wanted mentally, yet it wasn't the flying jets, camping with friends, or traveling the world ( all in my mind ) as I had previously had. This may due to different strains of K, the more potent was much more crystallized type, while I noticed the weaker stuff always comes in a softer more like flour consistency. <br> <br> 2:45 I start coming out of the nap phase but still feel really out of it. I look up a little info on adderall and decide to start with a 10mg IR and redose as time goes on to keep it going. <br> <br> 3:30 I watch a few episodes of tv when I start go from being Foggy from the K to a Very clear clarity. I realize the aderrall kicked in so I start doing some house organizing. <br> <br> 4:00 I look up recreational / first time dosages of aderrall I see 10-15mg for studying and about 25-30mg for recreational. I decide to take another 5mg, with another 5mg hr later. <br> <br> 5:30 my plan was to do a total of 30 mg, not really having much experimental experience with it I assume it will last 5-6 hrs as with MDMA, so I'm shooting to stop working around 12 on car so I take another 5 mg and plan to stop redoing by 6 pm. I step out to start fixing up the car. <br> <br> 6:30 I step inside, I still feel really alert and oriented. I try to force myself to eat some snacks I have almost no appetite despite breakfast being small. I'm not as giggly / silly now since the second stage of the LSD took over so I I dive right back into the project. <br> <br> 7:00 I decide to go back to store to get more fruits / whatever I needed. I feel like I can hear the lights buzzing when I was in there without music surrounding me. <br> <br> 7:55ish I get back I still feel up but decide to take the last of the dose while its still not too late don't want to waste it, did not want to store it. <br> <br> 9:00 My body aches my back is understandable being hunched over but my biceps are sore even though haven't been lifting or using them too much. There's occasional nausea. <br> <br> 12:00 I'm still wide awake despite usually my bedtime is 10 pm, I keep working on the car, I try to snack but its hard to get more the mouthful at a time without feeling a gag reflex <br> <br> 3:00 I start to feel tired, I decide to put the tools away and call it a night. <br> <br> 3:30ish after showering and taking some 5-HTP and Valerian root I try to get to bed. I don't feel uncomfortable laying there but I realize my body is tired, my mind is up and I won't be able to go to sleep, I decide to do some K try to put me out. <br> <br> 4:00 Things start to get weird, while initially I wanted to lay down from the K I got nauseous and go up to go to the bathroom. I had very little wobbliness, and felt actually awake. Decided watch some TV and do some more K. <br> <br> 4:15 I was not sleepy at but rather in a trance of paranoia. I was thinking what if someone like police or landlord knocks on my front door, I wish I had a gun to end my self as I did not want deal with the legal consequences of my life choices (Drugs). <br> <br> 4:20 Everything looks static and best way to describe it is this scene from requiem for a dream but imagine if you watched it on an old television that had the static. <br> <br> 4:40am I decide I'm going to turn this into a positive as I feel like shit, I make a bath. I think about how if the exhaustion wears into me, or the k overcomes the alertness of the Adderall I can pass out and drown and die, but I decide I'm ok with that as I am somewhat comfortable and warm in the water. <br> <br> I can feel my heart beating heavily. There's a voice talking to me guiding my body to do things, it feels like what schizophrenia would be like. I'm a idle passenger in this body, with something or someone else steering. I lay in the water staring at the ceiling <br> <br> 5:30: I think about my mom, the thought that I could start to feel like I'm about to die and I wouldn't call an ambulance because I don't want to survive if caught with / on drugs as it would cost me my job. I set a goal to slow down on drugs, the idea of being without them does not suit me, but reduce use and binging, for the sole reason of that I cannot pass away before my mother. It would break her heart if I died first and I don't want to put her in that negative. <br> <br> 6:00 I head to bed and knock out shortly.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2018</td><td width="90">ExpID: 112346</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 25, 2023</td><td>Views: 345</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=112346&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=112346&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Amphetamines (6), LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : 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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.6 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+ 0:00</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">few 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>(flowers)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">few 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>(flowers)</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 --> Throughout my relatively short history with psychedelics thus far, I’ve had a number of unexplainable experiences with LSD, psilocybin, DMT, and DXM, but never what I’d consider a ‘bad trip’. This pattern of luck shattered last night, leaving me in the grips of a terrifying experience that I still cannot wrap my head around. To fully understand this experience, I feel it is important to detail the context surrounding it. <br> <br> My mental health is something I often fear for, and while psychedelics have taught me many important lessons, they have begun to produce increasingly sinister vibrations with each time I trip. These sinister undertones primarily emerge on the comeup of an experience, often manifesting in the form of vague, ill-defined imagery of maniacally laughing faces, glaring eyes, and sharp tendrils moving back and forth slowly. Attempting to say with certainty what causes this phenomenon would likely be impossible, though I believe it could be due to my persistent lack of sleep. My relationship with sleep has been spotty at best for nearly a year now, a fact which is made apparent by my occasional bouts of hallucinations and extreme paranoia. Still though, I thought very little of this and attempted to ignore it so as to avoid a trip taking a turn for the worse. Obviously, though, it grew too intense to ignore and culminated in a sudden and hellish experience that has left me shaken since it happened. <br> <br> It was 8:20 P.M. and the sun was long gone from the sky. I had just finished eating dinner and prepared myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich stuffed with 3.6 grams of mushrooms and a single tab of acid. This was a combination unfamiliar to me, though I was well acquainted with the substances on their own. I went on a short walk to kill time before it began and then settled down in my room under the warm cover of a blanket. I noticed the first effects around an hour after ingestion, and the subsequent comeup maintained a remarkably slow pace, leading me to believe the trip would be anticlimactic and uneventful. So, I went into the adjacent room where I had already prepared a pipeful of weed and took a few solid hits before returning to my room to relax and enjoy the rest of the experience. I spent the next couple of hours listening to Townes van Zandt and Herbie Hancock while watching the inside of my eyelids. I loved every second of it and found myself feeling fully at peace. The more I allowed my mind to drift off, the more it felt as though I was being held in the arms of someone behind me. I felt an intense love for everything around me. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I loved every second of it and found myself feeling fully at peace. The more I allowed my mind to drift off, the more it felt as though I was being held in the arms of someone behind me. I felt an intense love for everything around me.</div></div> <!-- , as many on psychedelics often do. --> <br> <br> Around 1:15, the effects of the mushrooms began to wane slightly and the acid was still going strong. I decided I would return to the other room and smoke the remaining grass in my pipe to extend the peak of the trip and resume the blissful state I was now coming down from. After three or four pulls from the pipe, I suddenly felt extremely fatigued and lightheaded, as though I were about to faint at any given moment. I quickly straightened the desktop up and set my alarm for the morning before heading back into my bed, worried I would pass out. I buried my head into my pillow to try to relax and rest my mind for a bit. When my eyes closed, I was near immediately overwhelmed by what I was witnessing. A floating head of Ronald Reagan (no clue why) soared across my field of view, mockingly laughing as it passed. <br> <br> Then, my vision went entirely dark before the word ‘Lucifer’ appeared in glowing white lettering. This sent a rush of fear into me, despite never having been a religious person. What followed was a brief, but seemingly endless onslaught of horrific, sullen imagery and incoherent, dysphoric thoughts about impending death, fear, and speaking to extraterrestrial beings. I cannot fully recall what conclusion was reached through these thoughts other than a vague sense of terror and complete loss of sanity. I was oddly unphased by this at the time, only finding it mildly odd, but as I continue to try to wrap my head around the experience it becomes more disturbing and strange. Despite having taken the acid only five hours earlier, I then went to sleep around 1:30, as I knew I would only grow more shaken by the experience the more I thought about it. It is now 16 hours since I first ate the acid and mushroom sandwich, and I am relatively back to baseline, although the nonspecific paranoia and confusion remain. <!-- I plan to ease off on the psychedelics in hopes that these feelings will dissipate. --><!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2021</td><td width="90">ExpID: 115137</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 6, 2023</td><td>Views: 278</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=115137&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=115137&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), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Glowing Experiences (4), 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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My first experience with acid was definitely life changing in a lot of ways. Me and my girlfriend had acquired it from our source, Chris, who had brought some back from his honeymoon in Las Vegas. Now let me give you a little bit of background on Chris. At the time, he was my manager, and the go-to guy for about 90% of the employees. He could get pretty much anything, and loved to share his extensive knowledge, talking your ear off about his different strains of pot, and going into great depths about which psychedelics will affect your psyche in which ways, and so on. He would often describe the effects as they would pertain to your own personality in a way that made him sound like he knew you better than yourself, which a lot of people found extremely annoying. But Chris was a good friend to me, and I trusted him. Though I would begin to question some of the validity of his claims. He later told me that what he sold me could have been or been mixed with DOC. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Chris was a good friend to me, and I trusted him. Though I would begin to question some of the validity of his claims. He later told me that what he sold me could have been or been mixed with DOC.</div></div> <br> <br> Chris had sold us one and a half hits each on plain white paper, wrapped in tin foil and sealed in a ziplock. He stressed to me how sensitive it was to light and temperature, explaining that it had lost some of its potency while in transit in the cargo bay of the plane, and that he'd upped our dosage to compensate. I used extreme caution storing and handling the product until it's use. <br> <br> When the day came, I got out of work early and my girlfriend and I took the acid in the kitchen of our bottom floor apartment. We sat in the living room afterward with our roommate and watched tv while we waited for it to kick in. The effects started with a vague tingly feeling throughout my body, and a general shift in consciousness. I felt a bit apprehensive. Colors started to become more vibrant and significant. I don't remember what it was that my roommate was watching, but it was violent and my girlfriend and I became uneasy, so she asked him to change it. He put on Rocko's Modern Life instead, which was definitely more palatable for our state. I zoned in on the animation, while my mind began to swirl with abstract thoughts. <br> <br> We decided that we wanted to get outside, so the three of us went to bundle up. When I stood, I remarked about how very tall I felt. Or very short. I couldn't tell. I felt like I was living in a fish-eye lens. I grabbed my iPod. Originally I had intended to listen to Iron and Wine, but as I scrolled through the artists, I realized that I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. Alphabetical order became difficult to grasp and I didn't know which way to go to get to the letter I was looking for. Eventually, I recognized a familiar name. I remember Chris recommending OK Computer as an album to trip to, but I didn't have it, so I put on Amnesiac instead. My earbuds burst to life in a breathtaking array of sounds. I'd never heard anything like it. It was perfect, and as we ventured out into the cold, I was amazed by how beautifully the music complimented the snow covered setting. <br> <br> We walked down the sidewalk toward a park down the road. I saw colors in the snow, fractals of rainbow and sparkling glitter everywhere. Houses had a greenish tint. Light was reflecting off every surface and casting colorful hues. We stomped through a snowy clearing toward a playground. The rainbow fractals looked like veins branching out across the field. We sat in the swings and smoked a cigarette. I took my earbuds out for a moment and gazed upon the scenery. The sky was becoming orange with the setting sun, and casting blueish shadows across the landscape. The contrast was very striking. <br> <br> We decided to continue walking, so I put my earbuds in and we ventured into a nearby wooded area. Again, the music was perfect, an eerily intriguing soundtrack and the line 'cut the kids in half' made me feel as though I were in some enchanted forest in a Grimm's fairytale. We emerged along another sidewalk and followed it back to the playground. By now the sun had just set and the shadows were in full play. Everything was red and blue. Our roommate started building a mound in the snow. He shaped it into a stool of sorts and sat down. I was listening to Life in a Glass House, and the robust horns made it seem like he was some sort of drunken king on his throne. I sat down next, feeling very posh and smitten in a way. I told my girlfriend she needed to listen to what I was hearing and I handed her the earbuds. After only a few seconds, she made a sour face and handed them back. Apparently it was too much for her. <br> <br> I relinquished my throne and my roommate started messing with it again. From where I was standing I could see a face begin to emerge. I pointed it out to him excitedly, and the two of us began to sculpt and dig away at the snow mound to further reveal the face. We gave it more definition, a pronounced brow, nostrils, teeth. We stood back to look at our progress and burst into hysterical laughter. We named him Barnum. He was absolutely perfect. He looked like a demon, so we molded him a pair of horns and I rolled him a snow cigar. Finally, we broke one of the horns off to signify that he had been in a battle, and left the park immensely pleased with ourselves. <br> <br> We followed a lamplit street back to the apartment, and I sloshed through the slush. I felt like we were in the amazon or something, pausing at a streetlight to stare curiously at the vines growing up it. When we got back we sat out on the porch for awhile and talked. Then we returned to the living room. I felt that we had come down for the most part, but when I closed my eyes I saw a kaleidoscope of patterns swirling outward from the center of my perception. Images of birth and death, fetuses turning to adults, then dissolving into skeletons only to be reborn. I laid there for a while, enjoying these visuals, then went to take a bath. I put on Amnesiac again and soaked contently in the warm water. When I came out, I went into my room and laid on my bed in the dark with my headphones until my girlfriend came to see where I was. Something had gotten her thinking about her friend who had passed away a few years back, perhaps a picture. I left the room to look for something and I could hear her start to cry inside. I wasn't in any condition to be consoling at this point, so I just listened, acknowledging her sorrow, but feeling a sense of inner peace. Moments later, she came back out telling me what happened and how random it had been. She said that she'd felt the need to cry and was feeling better now. We cuddled for a bit, ate some dinner and went to lie down. I convinced her to listen to Radiohead with me, and we laid in bed together and listened to the whole album, eventually falling asleep. <br> <br> Since that day, Radiohead has become one of my favorite bands. I'd listened to them before and liked them, but it wasn't until that first acid trip that I developed such a strong affinity. That was the first time that I really 'got' them.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2014</td><td width="90">ExpID: 107269</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 5, 2022</td><td>Views: 555</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=107269&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=107269&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), Music Discussion (22), What Was in That? (26)</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">75 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My 2022 Psychedelic Review - Installment #2. <br> <br> The following is the second installment in my 2022 Psychedelic Review: <br> <br> August 2022. LSD (2 tabs, advertised as “320ug” each, probably more like 100ug (??). In total approx. 150ug-250ug range, nothing to accurately compare it to, so let’s call it “a 200ug dose”). - +++ - A good plus-three during many parts of the long peaks and plateaus, followed by a mellow plus-two for a nice, slow comedown, and I was able to drive to the Youth Orchestra Concert, much later in the evening; I had dosed very early in the morning, perhaps as early as 5:30 a.m. – I still had a “barely-threshold / afterglow effect” that night and the next day. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had dosed very early in the morning, perhaps as early as 5:30 a.m. – I still had a “barely-threshold / afterglow effect” that night and the next day.</div></div> The concert featured the students (full orchestra + a singer) and a professional trio (Piano, Cello, Violin), all of whom sounded great!! A few glasses of slightly-substandard red wine helped me coast through the evening, confident and comfortable. After dark, went to buy some good-ass weed at a newly-opened, fully-legal shop, then slowly home and to sleep. <br> <br> Let’s see – I would call this a pretty good example of a “full dose” of acid. I got all of the standard effects, at a pretty high level of intensity. A small, light blue birthday balloon in the corner of the ceiling could look impossibly far away, and then it could be made to come closer, and it started to suggest an Arctic scene, against the “snow and ice” background of the ceiling plaster, or a Georgia O’Keeffe painting of the sun-bleached pelvic bone of some long-dead desert beast. I laughed and stopped this little game too soon, before I “drive myself crazy putting too much meaning into a fucking balloon” [Author’s note: More like, before my wife comes in and asks why I’m staring at the fucking wall, ha-ha]. Lots of very pleasing colours, patterns, designs in everything. The anchor on the wine bottle was “dancing”, as were the multi-colored patch cables on the “Moog” album cover, the picture frames, and everything else... <br> <br> The recorded music was excellent – analog synth versions of dynamic classical pieces, complete with synthetic audience noise. The acid definitely agreed with the listening experience – The trippy synthesizer-classical stuff sounds so dated but in a good way… Synthesizers were really expensive back then, and they were only owned by universities, major film studios, etc. They were also monophonic, so the musicians had to play and record one note at a time to build up the full orchestra. These modular Moog synthesizers were huge and took up most of a wall, with all sorts of interconnected electronic sections, with wires going here and there like an old telephone switchboard. ‘Switched on Bach’ is the most famous example of Moog synth classical pieces from the mid 1960’s; The record I was listening to today was from 1973. This listen also prepared me a bit for the concert I’d be going to later that evening. <br> <br> My perception was constantly shifting, as was the cheap picture frame holding the two tickets to a screening of the classic film ‘Easy Rider’ (which incidentally has an iconic LSD scene towards the end of the movie – a must-see for those interested in 1960’s culture). It was difficult to concentrate on basic tasks (rolled a really sloppy joint, etc), and I definitely would not drive, even a short distance, during the peak. <br> <br> As in the previous experiment [with 4g of mushrooms], I did not listen to a lot of music during the peak, as I was hearing all kinds of cool symphonies continuously forming and playing themselves out in my mind. It would be amazing if there were a way to capture it all, but it comes and goes too fast. This made me think later on about famous, “genius” musicians from days of acid’s past – John Lennon & Brian Wilson are obvious examples [I was seeing a lot of Beatles-Rubber Soul-style visuals throughout the trip too, kind of silly and cliché but they must have been there for a reason, ha-ha]. <br> <br> … But previous to the 60’s, in earlier LSD and Mescaline experiments, the musicians participating would have more likely been classical conductors, jazz guys, etc. Alexander Shulgin – The Late-Great Dr. Drugs himself was a violinist/violist. Imagine what type of nutty stuff they heard in their “inner-ear” but couldn’t slow down long enough to notate or otherwise record… So, for every ‘Pet Sounds’ that millions of people have loved, there’s an infinite number of even more insane and way less commercial stuff that probably went through Brian Wilson’s head during his big “Spiritual Experience” trips, preceding that “psychedelic landmark” work… etc, etc, etc. Kind of clarifies the old saying “He couldn’t get what was in his head down on tape…” [My wife heard the train & dog noises at the end of the ‘Pet Sounds’ album and was like “What the hell?”, so I explained to her that people in the 60’s thought it was super cool to record random stuff like that, hahaha, it was a hip time]. <br> <br> There was definitely a roller-coaster, “it comes in waves” effect, where I’d feel damn-near sober for a minute or two, and then come right back up to peaking. Five or so N2O balloons were consumed midway through the experience, probably after the bulk of the peak had passed – There were a few moments of very strong blissful states, which sadly did not last. During the nitrous peaks, I had some extremely vivid CEV’s [closed eye visuals], mostly of the “Tool album cover” type – it makes me wonder, does the artwork inside of ’10,000 Days’ stick in my mind and inform the CEV’s subconsciously? Or did they make that artwork specifically to look like stuff you see on an acid trip? I think the latter is more likely, but the only way to really know would be to experiment with people who have never seen any Tool-related art or anything that basically looks like it [aka whatever ancient stuff Adam Jones & Co. got it from], give them LSD & N2O, and then have them describe / draw or paint what their CEV’s looked like… This nitrous blast would be nice to do lying down, in the dark – I was in my office, sitting at my desk this time. <br> <br> I decided that while this was a successful experiment, there was still a bit much “noise”. If I prefer my trips to be as smooth as possible, it seems to me that the best way to do this is to make the body as comfortable as possible, prepare everything that you may need so that it’s within arm’s reach, set the aircon, relax and then the mind is open with less distractions. CEV’s seem to be more interesting to look at than OEV’s [open eye visuals] – this comes as a surprise to me, as I always kinda thought that OEV’s were the “whole point” of tripping, but indeed this is because OEV’s are really the only effect of drugs which is / can be portrayed even remotely accurately in media, art, movies, etc, so that’s what you expect, and that’s what you focus on. In reality, OEV-time can sometimes feel like little more than blurred vision, and it interferes with motor co-ordination, etc. This time around, the CEV’s were more of the “city of brilliant jewels” type, and less of the “art deco” of the previous psilocybin experiment. I want to focus on these different “genres” of CEV-art a lot more going forward. <br> <br> <!-- Not to say that you shouldn’t go for a walk if you want to, but it looks like there’s potentially more to be gained from the “psychiatrist’s office” style of eyes-closed, lying down, with eyeshades, headphones (music, meditation tracks, etc, all queued up ahead of time), very comfy clothes and blankets, small fan + big fan + aircon, the works – let it roll, let it roll, all night long… With LSD, have to budget more time, so perhaps drop at 4pm, walk at 6pm, shower and lie down by 7pm… sleep by ???am… Or alternatively, drop in bed 7pm, walk very early morning, sleep after??? Have a dark beer or red wine handy… Shorter-acting drugs can easily occupy the 6-10pm, 5-9pm, 7-11pm, 8-12 midnight sort of timeslots. -->Anyway, the last two [mushroom experiments] have showed me why the traditional Mexican Mushroom ceremonies were held in the dark. Getting the body-distractions down to an absolute minimum is the name of the game here. The longer duration of LSD allows for plenty of time both outside and inside. One complication here is the intense tropical sun, which can be uncomfortably glaring on psychedelics. <br> <br> LSD is kinda whacky… It makes it tough to concentrate, so simple processes seem to take forever (maybe that’s why people think that time is slowing down?), visuals are persistent and fast, maybe there’s some stimulant effect but it’s not focused. Jonathan Ott said a small dose of LSD is “very similar to methamphetamine”. I did not find this to be the case… <br> <br> The acid tabs which are available are frustrating because of the uncertainty regarding dosage and type of substance on the tab. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The acid tabs which are available are frustrating because of the uncertainty regarding dosage and type of substance on the tab.</div></div> I really wish I had grown up in California, that way I’d have been doing better drugs when I was younger. Seriously, the East Coast sucks for good times – it’s all about coke, booze, crack, heroin, etc. There were no hippies to speak of where I grew up and I never saw acid there at all! If I’d grown up on the West Coast, I’m sure I’d have been hanging out with hippies and drug nerds from an early stage in life – and thus, I’d have a much clearer picture of what 100ug vs 200ug of LSD actually feels like, what the analogs feel like compared to regular LSD, and so on. <br> <br> Mushrooms are the only drug that has ever produced a very strong feeling of “oneness with the universe”, ego-softening or whatever, and only on a couple of occasions, for me anyway, but I understand all of these drugs can do it – I don’t know if I’d want to try it with LSD though for instance, as I’d have to take like 4 tabs or something and that would probably be too much. <br> <br> N2O is not a psychedelic, but for whatever reason it mixes really well with psychedelics and catapults me into badass visuals, full-body orgasms, and thought patterns that are like a cassette tape with parts cut out of it, re-arranged, and spliced back in. Problem is, it can be a bit hard on the lungs if I take too many large hits, and if we’re being honest, it does feel kinda sketchy – the reason they call it “hippie crack”. When you’re refilling the sweaty, saliva drenched balloon as fast as you can, you know it’s time to put it down, ha-ha. Not a very dangerous drug, but not something to do all the time either. When I come down from the peak feeling of the nitrous, I'm still in the peak of a psychedelic trip. It’s funny that you can get such a potent drug at the bakery shop down the street… <br> <br> I smoke weed like normal people smoke cigarettes – in Thailand marijuana is fully legal at the national level, so I bought a kilogram (2.2 pounds) of 100% Sativa, outdoor-grown Thai Stick for less than $250. This means I basically smoke all the time, and stay high – weed doesn’t get me too fucked up while I’m on psychedelics. It definitely goes well with almost everything, for me. <br> <br> Aftereffects: As an amateur / hobbyist in this field, I don’t expect to break any new ground, but I definitely find that I get far more out of these experiments than just “getting high”. At the same time, I suppose I’m getting just a bit less of the “wow!!” effects – but I guess that goes along with my set & setting, expectations, etc. I’m thinking about the drugs in a somewhat scientific, academic, inquisitive way, as opposed to a religious way, or a party way, etc, so that all definitely colours the quality of the experiences I’m having, for sure…<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2022</td><td width="90">ExpID: 116716</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 38</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 19, 2022</td><td>Views: 341</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=116716&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=116716&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), Nitrous Oxide (40), Cannabis (1) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Music Discussion (22), 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></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> </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 anticipated to be the best party (rave) in a long time and the set and setting couldn't have been better, so I decided that this was the night I would trip for the first time (I had actually taken acid a month or so earlier but nothing happened more than a very slight body fry, very disappointed). I also decided that I would do 2 hits this time to make sure I would actually trip - BAD idea (just a hint - never do 2 your first time!). <br> <br> So within 30 to 45 minutes I was starting to feel quite energetic and everything was extremely funny - I was basically running around telling my friends I was crazy and insane, just because it was fun to say, and I was laughing my ass off at my friend A. as she did old 80's dances. I went into the bathroom and my face stretched up and down in the mirror, I looked at the floor and I laughed in amazement as the tile swirled and shifted. I came out and found my friend B, he said that 'metro is here' but to 'not worry about it, they're just making sure everything's OK.' I thought little of this and proceeded to watch glowsticks, dance, laugh at funny shit, and basically have a great time. Until the lights turned on. <br> <br> (Mind you I took the acid at 10:30pm, it was now probably about 11:30) At first I wasn't really bothered by the lights being on. Cops were shutting it down (venue wasn't licensed, gee great). I was in such a good mood and I knew I could keep my cool, thinking that as I stood right next to a cop. But soon everything turned to confusion, everyone had to exit the building through a narrow hallway that seemed long as hell. Everything in my trip at that point turned 'ghetto' as people started chanting 'fuck the police' and I began to get increasingly anxious and paranoid. Peoples faces stretched and distorted and their eyes looked sunk in. <br> <br> Once outside I couldn't keep track of any of my friends if they were more than 10 feet away from me. Extremely confused, halfway lost, and just trying to keep calm, A. walked me to my car and had me wait as she went to find a driver. At this point I think is where I peaked, right before the cop came up to me, telling everyone to move out and go home. <br> <br> Before I knew it the cop was asking me who's car it was, (I said mine) asked if I could drive, (stupid me, I said no) then the horror started as he began asking what I took, if it was GHB, Ecstasy, LSD, asking if I 'wanted to go to jail tonight,' etc. Everytime he asked, he made me look at him to answer, and everytime I looked it scared the shit out of me as his face morphed and stretched with an authoritative evil. I knew he could tell I was lying, seeing how I kept looking away. I scanned the parking lot as best I could for my friend A. who came up just in time and said told the cop that I had gotten 'dosed.' I said yeah I drank some water that I had been dosed or something of that matter. <br> <br> After what seemed like hours the cop believed that I had been dosed with some kind of drug involuntarily, took my pulse, which he said was around 140-160 bpm (because I was so intensely scared) and escorted me to sit me down by the ambulance. The next 15 minutes I sat scared as hell asking for water, not being able to understand anything, still thinking I was in deep shit and my I was going to jail and my dreams and goals would never be reached. I was so afraid I felt like crying (and I hardly ever cry) but I couldn't feel anything, no emotions, just fear and confusion. They found me a cell-phone to use, I tried calling my friend V., she wasn't home. Nobody was home. Hell I even tried calling my dad and he would've been pissed, because all I wanted to do was go home where it was safe. <br> <br> The rest of the trip was pretty much driving around all night in a passenger seat trying to locate other friends around town; it took me a good 2 or 3 hours for me to actually calm down once the cops let me go, I kept thinking that I was going to get caught if we got pulled over. <br> <br> What I learned from this is to FUCKING MAKE SURE your setting is safe before doing any kind of drug, and to make sure you can handle it (and not to mention don't drive your own car to the party). I wasn't ready for what happened that night and I don't think I could go through it again. I'm eternally grateful to my friend A. for 'saving' me because had she not been there and had not come up at the right time with the right thing to say, I would've gotten hauled off and my future would be seriously fucked. <!-- 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: 154</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: Jun 10, 2000</td><td>Views: 16,546</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=154&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=154&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) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), 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">3.5 caps</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"> </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> </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 --> I recently found a treasure growing in my back yard. I live in the foothills of the Adirondacks with a lake in my back yard. Many different kinds of mushrooms grow in my back yard. one i happened to notice was a psychedelic variety named the 'fly agaric' Amanita Muscaria. I harvested and dried 4 caps. Around 1:30 pm after i completed the latter process i ate 3 1/2 caps over 6 slices of homemade pizza with a glass of whisky and coke. I continued back to school for my final period of the day. During that period i felt extreme nausea and salivation. A light trippy buzz followed till someone offered me a hit of LSD which i readily accepted. At that time i realized i must go to soccer practice. I dressed on the field feeling euphoric and dizzy. Then as i started running the distant view became a mesh of undulating colors. I ran as quickly as i could and the distant blur became quickly closer to my vision. The grass seemed to move around in a spiraling fashion changing to brilliant colors of red, blue, and yellow. The people around me became just figures of color and movement and my mouth filled with saliva. The time passed quickly and i returned home for a meal with my mom. The plate and food were as indistinguishable as her words but i struggled and went to my room after dinner. the world went black as I laid down and visions of all kinds started. i lost time then and was brought to consciousness again 2 hours later. i sat on my floor with a voice talking to me. its words i cannot remember but it was coupled with faces whirling past me down the tunnel of my vision. my history notes were spit on and stuck to the insides of my arms but i still ran through my room of psychedelic colors. Thoughts raged through my head at incomprehensible speeds. Till i walked from my room and followed my visions through the house were they ended in the bathroom. The mild visions for the rest of the night were easy to handle after that.<!-- 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: 371</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 11, 2000</td><td>Views: 21,142</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=371&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=371&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), Amanitas - A. muscaria (70) : Unknown Context (20), 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 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">32 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">rectal</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/coffee/">Coffee</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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have a bit of a substance abuse issue, with food and various drugs, especially alcohol. Several years ago while I was living in Africa, I think I contracted some bug or something (or it could have just been the dramatic change in diet) that suddenly had me feeling constipated all the time. So along with my adventures with drugs, food and particularly the elimination of waste became an obsession. Overall the struggle has been hugely beneficial to my personal growth; I feel very bright and enthusiastic most of the time and although I have struggles, I’m regarded as a health enthusiast in most of my social circles. I’m just trying to give context as to what my body chemistry was like at the time of this trip. <br> <br> The night before was spent alone, drinking and eating heavily. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The night before was spent alone, drinking and eating heavily.</div></div> I think I had actually planned to trip that day (it was Saturday), but I failed to prepare properly. My body was not ready for a trip. But I dosed anyway, and as I often did, I promptly prepared and administered an enema of two liters of water, to flush out the mass of uncomfortable waste sitting in my intestine. For some strange reason it came upon me to do one with coffee as well (I had premeditated this suffering in a truly perverse way). <br> <br> The acid was incredibly strong. No idea what the real dosage was, but these were the strongest doses I’d ever had. I think I was having visuals less than half an hour after taking them. I can’t remember but I think I spanned the dosing out over about the same timeframe, so it’s a little confusing. Suffice it to say it was hitting me pretty hard as I was eliminating the coffee enema! I’m a bit of an electronic musician, and I just remember having these super-inspiring visual and auditory hallucinations. Lots of mandala-esque geometric patterns, but I was capable of working in my studio and began having a session, using my small, dysfunctional family of acoustic instruments, a microphone and some simple devices to glitch up the world around me. The glitches in the music felt very organic, as if I heard them naturally without having to use any devices at all. Basically I was altering the points in time at which sounds occurred. Whistling sounded particularly cool. As I looked over my shoulder out of my large, ground-level window for suspicious neighbors, I flew off into a musical realm of true ecstasy. I remember realizing that it’s impossible for a musician to run out of ideas, because creativity is an energy with an appetite kind of like a fire. It grows the more you feed it. 
 <br> <br> All the while, I was thinking, as I often do, about how wasteful it is to stress the adrenals as a means of mind alteration. My mind had not shifted away from my stomach. Before too long I ended up on the toilet again. More than once. As I continued producing this mess of a hippie tune I began to lose my groove. Before I knew it I had been sitting on the toilet with nothing coming out for probably a half hour, completely distracted by everything. The trip completely died! I can’t remember ever having that happen, like, all of a sudden I was sober again. I guess my mind triggered some sort of defense mechanism, because it was a truly ugly trip. I mean worrying about cancer like a mother—, and also about this huge mass of waste I had in my bowel, afraid it was impacted in there and would never come out. So gross! I guess the trip might have lasted five hours? I really don’t know. My perception of time was radically altered.

 Eventually I went back to attempt to clean up the mess of a recording I had made. I don’t know if it can be rescued. <br> <br> 
I learned that coffee enemas are extremely intoxicating. I have a pretty bad caffeine habit (I don’t really regard any caffeine as healthy) so I didn’t notice the effects as much in past coffee enema experiences without psychedelics. Also, it was some really cheap coffee from Trader Joe’s too. I don’t know why I couldn’t have at least gone with organic. 
I actually might consider doing it again, although it’s unlikely. Those hallucinations were extreme! And everyone feels energized after a good dump. <br> <br> If something possesses me to go that route, I’ll make sure that I don’t abuse the hell out of my body the night before. It’s hard to tell just how irritating the coffee was, and how much of that was just the God-awful food combination from the night before.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2018</td><td width="90">ExpID: 112483</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 26</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 24, 2023</td><td>Views: 290</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=112483&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=112483&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Coffee (173), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Music Discussion (22), 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">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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:30</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="/chemicals/ayahuasca/">Ayahuasca</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have receive several requests for this, so I decided to post it. If you have and questions at all, please let me know. I am very willing to talk about all of this. Names have been changed. <br> <br> Three people were involved in the beginning: Ayleen(me), Madalene, and Gabe. Five people were involved by the end: Ayleen, Madalene, Gabe, Matti, and LloydJoel. <br> <br> I began the evening by ingesting three sugar cubes coated in a normal dose of LSD at about 10:00pm. As the trip progressed, we noticed that it was good and strong, yet somehow subtle. If I thought about trails, I saw them really well, but if I wasn't thinking about it, they really didn't exist. Things melted and breathed as usual. We considered it a very subtle trip on clean LSD. After spending time outside in a garden/arboretum/park type area, we went to Gabe's room. His room was very messy and it did not appeal to me at all, but I wanted us to stick together. We smoked some MJ. LloydJoel came up in conversation and I told Gabe that he and Matti were tripping on the same LSD that we were. Gabe called LloydJoel and we went over about 1:30 am. <br> <br> LloydJoel's room is very small but welcoming an comfortable to me. Bowls and bongs were being passed, but I didn't really want any more pot. Madalene and I were both passing it up. Matti said 'Will you smoke some more if I pack the Hookah?' and of course we said yes because it is an honor to smoke from that Hookah. <br> <br> LloydJoel was showing Gabe a bottle of a Yage mixture. Gabe was going to drink it and asked if we would watch him the next few days and help him through it. Madelene and I agreed. Gabe decided that it was not a good time to do it, so they set it aside and proceeded to pack the Hookah. LloydJoel poured a thick liquid on the MJ and when Matti lit it, it made the most wonderful crackling sound. I assumed it was just hash oil, knowing LloydJoel. After about two hits I realized that this stuff was having a profound effect on me. I took a 3rd and maybe even a 4th and then quit. I noticed I was getting rather fucked up. Matti said something like 'Howz it goin, Ayleen?' I responded in a cocky way 'Oh, it's goin. I'm goin'. They all looked at me. <br> <br> LloydJoel asked 'Are you tripping?' 'Oh yes.' I answered. 'Really?' he was surprised 'Very much so. I am really tripping.' I said. <br> <br> The thought that we had smoked the Yage didn't really enter my train of thought. <br> <br> Things all came so fast I will try hard to account for all I saw. LloydJoel says it often comes back to the dancer a little later, but I still have a lot of things that I have not figured out yet. I started to notice a body buzz like never before. I was extremely relaxed and a floating feeling was all around me. I watched LloydJoel A LOT. I guess I just stared at him for the majority of the time. I couldn't help it. I wanted him to tell me things. He has studied a lot about why we trip and he knows much about tripping. I don't know what I wanted him to tell me. I wanted us to connect, which isn't uncommon in a trip. I am always looking to connect with people when I trip. <br> <br> I stared a LloydJoel's hands and moved mine rhythmically thinking I could control what he did. I don't think I should use the word control, because power was not a part of this. It was a communication. I wanted to communicate with LloydJoel, but I didn't want to speak. When I trip, there are often times when I feel as if I should say very little because I feel like I am speaking foolishly with jumbled words. This was especially true this night. <br> <br> I noticed patterns being very mobile and colors were odd. I don't think it's necessarily that they were intensified, but as if I was looking through some sort of filter, though I don't know what color it would have been. Odd. It was at this oint that I began to think that perhaps we had smoked Yage, but I was still very unsure & didn't care to think dwell on that. It wasn't that it was an unpleasant thought, I just didn't care. <br> <br> I felt like I was the only one experiencing this and just figured it was because I was the least experienced (Matti, LloydJoel, and Gabe have lost count by now and I think I found out that Madalene and I are about equi-experienced meaning about 12 trips). I didn't say anything for words were such a strain, yet I like it when people asked me questions and I didn't have to think what to say, I just gave the answer, which seemed to be the truth. Things get jumbled now. LloydJoel asked me if I was seeing digitally and I said yes. He asked 'When you close your eyes, are the visuals more intense?' and I said yes. I think his mentioning things triggered them to happen. As he was saying things, I was letting them happen, thinking about them, then it felt like they had been going on all night. LloydJoel showed me a CD case for some reason and I said I had been seeing a pattern that was on the cover all night. I tried to converse, because the question thing was going so well. It was difficult and I wound up just not saying anything. <br> <br> I decided to close my eye as and indulge in in some CEV's*. I feel that they are 50% of the dance. LloydJoel said for us to breathe though the third eye in our inner forehead and there it was. I said 'Well sure, that makes so much sense'. because it helped my breathing, and it shows my inability to express my thoughts well. <br> <br> My CEV's were weirding me out. I felt like I was falling into a place where I would be not allowed to return to normal consciousness. This opened several times and I would shoot my eyes open, sit up straight, and say 'Okay, now act normal'. to myself and I would breathe. Breathing helped calm me in the beginning, but would then bring me back into a state of meditation. Keeping my eyes shut was becoming more and more comfortable. <br> <br> From this point forward, I don't know what LloydJoel said and what my mind fabricated LloydJoel as saying. I will explain this further in a bit. I don't know what would happen, but several times I felt as if I communicated with LloydJoel w/o talking. This was what I wanted to happen and I was so excited. I looked at him and said 'Why does that keep happening?' He just shrugged his shoulders and continued to dance / move. The instance of me asking LloydJoel and his attention to me and his shrugging is all *very clear*. It is one of the most vivid thing of the whole trip. I just kept saying how bizarre it all was. <br> <br> At first I believed that w/o a doubt LloydJoel and I communicated. I now realize that it probably didn't happen. After the communication point, my CEV's and OEV's ** were one and the same, which I understand is common while dancing with Yage. I would see the same thing if my eyes were open as if they were closed./ I would see the same scene as reality, only intense things would happen. I didn't know I had my eyes closed sometimes. That is why I think I may have been CEVing the ESP type thing. <br> <br> I felt us all connecting as a group on some other plane of existence where no other matter existed (felt like being on a planet or something, I don't know). LloydJoel mentioned something about all of us being brought together by tunnels of energy or something. I saw the tunnels and they were red. But I thought LloydJoel said something about we 6 connecting, and we only numbered 5. <br> <br> We left LloydJoel's room and went to the quiet room where we lay on a bed in the dark. Madelene was outside and Matti was still in the bedroom. From this point on I don't remember my visuals at all. I remember more feelings and shit. I thought I would never come down. LloydJoel and Gabe were very good about reassuring me and I trusted them. As I believed them, I reminded myself that this was something to fly and dance with. I would smile and breathe deeply, but eventually I would fall back into the sad slump. In general, it was a happy trip. The fears of not coming down did not last long. I thought about my family when I thought about not coming down. I didn't want to lose them or my friends. And thought it is a sad thought, it made me happy because I have them. My body just wanted to lay down, so I did. I shut my eyes and the room was dark so there weren't any scenes of reality to be transformed into CEV's. I don't remember what I saw. I was cold. I was also very comatose, so I decided to go home and lay in my own bed. Madalene agreed to walk back with me. <br> <br> I thought I had to throw up when I was home, but it wasn't like nausea, it was more just a sensation. I tried. I almost forced. Nothing happened. I told myself I had to stay in bed because I didn't want to encounter people ( I live in a dorm ). It was 7:00 am or so. I lay in bed flying for a while. I have no idea what I thought about. It was mostly pleasant, I feel, though I tossed and turned a lot. <br> <br> I guess I fell asleep for about 2 hours. I am not sure how I figured out this time, but I remember telling that to people when I entered back into society at dinner. The entire trip lasted about 17 hours. From 5am to 7am it is foggy. From 7am till 3pm, (or 5pm if you count the sleeping) it is all a blank except for I remember my rooommate talking on then phone once. <br> <br> The trip was not bad. On the walk home, I kept telling Madalene 'Yes, I had a great time, but okay, it's time to come down now. The game is over'. This is where my suspicion that we smoked Yage was confirmed by Madalene. <br> <br> I think that Yage is a strong drug not only in the sense that it is intense, but more than that. It is serious and can take the dancer places. I now know what to expect, though I I can never expect it to be the same. There is an environment created within me that will be the same and I think it will offer a familiar comfort so I can now explore things while flying. I guess I had too many uncertainties last time. There WILL be a next time, and Ayahuasca will take me somewhere. I want to travel. I will travel. <br> <br> *CEV's are closed eye visuals <br> **OEV's are open eye visuals <br> <br> FLY MY FRIENDS!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1777</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 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 17,354</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1777&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1777&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), Ayahuasca (8) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), 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">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+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">vaporized</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">120 mg</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+ 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="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is a report of the most life changing spiritual event I have ever experienced in my entire life. I was in a decent mood that day and decided to try my first combination of LSDMT (LSD+DMT) later in the evening. I had some decent tabs that I had already used a few times before with my friend and have already used DMT a few times before. However none of my DMT trips before even compare to the sheer unimaginable love and joy I had experienced on this breakthrough. <br> <br> I started one night at around 2:20 pm dropped 5 tabs of LSD which was about 500 micrograms. As I came up I smoked a few dab rig hits and started experiencing the typical fractal imagery I would experience on this dose. At around the two hour mark at 4:30 pm I decided to add MDMA to my trip to candyflip. As I came up on the molly I started to reach my peak of my trip and would see these cubical shapes with intricate dragon designs etched into the cubes. <br> <br> At some certain point the acid started to become very introspective looking back on my life and the decisions I have made most of them were good but, I was still uncertain on my gender identity <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">the acid started to become very introspective looking back on my life and the decisions I have made most of them were good but, I was still uncertain on my gender identity</div></div> as I have felt “different” from most guys. This worried me however as if I would tell my family and some of my close friends that I’m transgendered that I wouldn’t be in touch with some of them anymore. This is when I started to trip out I was walking around outside in the wash at the time and would see shadow like snakes forming out of the shadows on the trees. I would also keep seeing trees and vines that seemed to block my way most of the time walking around. I kept thinking to myself of my identity and who I was then when a plane flew by and flashed a light towards me I remembered that I was going to smoke some of the DMT during my trip. <br> <br> This is when things started to become very odd. It only took me around 5 seconds or so after exhaling one big hit where I was instantly transported to a weird cartoon like universe with shapes in the form of a Q-bert game with all these spindly lines with vast colors cascading down these shapes like a waterfall. After this which seemed to be the waiting room I began to hear weird like alien voices talking in my head asking if I was dead however the other alien knew I had just left my body and was in a stasis like state. <br> <br> After this I entered the most vast cosmic space I have ever seen at this point it was hard to remember some of my trip as it felt as if I was gone for a month's time in the span of 20 minutes. However these goddess like alien beings seemed to be guiding me and answered the questions I needed to know. They told me spiritually I am a woman and it doesn’t matter the consequences I have to take to make myself happy. I then realized it doesn’t matter what people think of me only what I think of myself and how I am going to be happy. I realized this after being reborn as a girl through a cosmic like womb similar to the 2001 space odyssey. I had never felt happier during this time so I finally had my answer of what I needed to do as I had always wondered if changing sex would actually make me happy. After this I began to travel between these yellow glowing cosmic lines to other cosmic galaxies in this huge universe and began to talk to other beings with more questions. Most of these I can’t remember as if my brain is protecting me from answers we cannot know while we were alive. <br> <br> However I found closure when I was talking to the spirit of my dead dog Daisy. I felt connected through Lucky my friend's dog after snapping back into reality temporarily and went to pet her I returned to the place where my dogs soul was. I realized that she was accidentally fed too much chicken bones at one time that had ripped her insides. I began to cry again remembering mourning the loss of my dog and so did Lucky as if she felt the connection I made but, at the same time I had never felt so spiritually connected with the universe. My dog had told me to stay strong and to never give up hope and not to worry that it wasn't my fault that she had died since it was her own stupidity for eating a large chicken bone. <br> <br> I felt as if the whole life in the universe was connected together in this place. I am sure there is an afterlife as DMT made me feel as if all life is connected together in a special way giving me a sense of peace knowing that death isn't the end. To me it seems almost exactly like Terence Mckenna said that life is a preparation for a transition to another dimension this so called network of love, light and information. These experiences just seem too confounding for the brain to produce it since we can't even retain all of the information thrown at us. I had needed a trip like this to know the answers I wanted. DMT is a truly powerful drug and gave me the time span of months of thinking in order to get these answers I needed that could only be truly found in my subconscious. I hope to someday possibly try to get into the field of stem cell research or find a way for trans-gendered people to transition easier or hopefully have kids of their own and possibly fully preventing them from the turmoil and despair I have felt. If some animals in nature such as frogs can reverse genders then hopefully humans can too.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2014</td><td width="90">ExpID: 106860</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 27, 2023</td><td>Views: 384</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=106860&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=106860&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), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Entities / Beings (37), 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> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was surfing through your pages here and I ran across the article on LSD and Color-Blindness. Having color-blindness myself and having done LSD, I thought I'd share with others how my color blindness affects my vision, and what if anything LSD has done for me. <br> <br> First I will explain my color blindness condition. I am a red/green color blind person. This does not mean, however, that I confuse red and green, like in the article that prompted this email. The best way I can think of to explain it is that I seem to a) confuse similar colors and b) 'forget' the identification of a color. The most prominent of these are between brown and green, red and brown (sometimes), as well as blue and purple. If two colors (such as blue and purple) are placed next to one another, I can often tell that they are in fact two seperate colors, though I can't tell which one is purple and which is blue. <br> <br> Having (hopefully) explained that, I must say that in all my trips colors have appeared brighter or sharper, all beautiful, though I still could not tell blue from purple. The most likely reason for this is that i've lived with my colorblindness for so long i've stopped trying to identify them. Also most likely the reason for this is that I can still distinguish between those certain colors but not figure out which is which. <br> <br> I hope this helps some people better understand one of the few types (yes, there's more then one) of color-blindness. At the very least it's enlightened at least one person. <br> <br> <!-- 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: 382</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: Jun 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 13,998</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=382&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=382&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), Retrospective / Summary (11), 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></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> </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 --> Tripping outdoors is always the best, letting Mother Nature personally guide you. This is how it went one night last summer. <br> <br> Summer break was ending and my friends (Bill, Marcus and Jamal) were just getting back into Colorado from other states. We had all simultaniously gotten into this drug thing but we had never tripped together. There was nothing to do on campus this Friday night, but I had 8 hits of acid on me. I ran into my friends outside our dorm and told them my plan. To make a night of it we drove Bill's Cougar up towards Rocky Mountain National park at about midnight. About half an hour after dosing we stopped in a small mountain town along the way to walk around and look at things, including a large dinosaur (triceratops) skeleton in a shop window that we could not stop laughing at. After meeting this creature and realizing we weren't sober any longer we decided to head on up into the mountains. <br> <br> Bill's car stereo is one of the best I have ever heard. When it's turned up and the windows rolled down you can hear it from literally miles away, we were fortunate to have it with us that night. As we were listening to DJ Dan while acending deeper into the forest and farther from the rest of the world we decided to pull over and explore. The moon was full, and the entire forest was ours, it might as well have been some beautiful new green planet we were on. We found ourselves in a little valley with a stream in the middle and forrested mountains on two sides, with the sky clear and every star shining. Marcus and I decided to take a walk down to the stream while Bill and Jamal broke some new glowsticks and danced in the middle of the road. After several hours (or minutes? you can never tell on this drug) I was thinking that there couldn't be another human within 20 miles of where we were. Right as I converted this thought into words, a car drove by, saw the glowsticks, hit the brakes and turned around and stopped. <br> <br> Right as we were about to panic (we were in no condition to deal with other people at this point) two guys stumbled out of the car with two cartons of orange juice! I can't remember thier story but they were tripping also, driving across the state. They left us a carton of OJ and we smoked them up, and they went on their way. Analyzing the encounter, they seemed to be just a couple of farmer's kids out having fun like we were. They came from such a different background compared to four little candy ravers, and we never would have met them, least make friends with them if it weren't for the drugs bringing us together. Not long after they left we decided to continue up further into the mountains. <br> <br> Several miles down the road we found the spot: to this day I think of this little area as my spiritual home. When I die I am sure this is where my spirit will go immediately. It's simply a small parking lot on the top of a small mountain pass with overlooks on either side. On the left there is the remainder of a mountain, on the right a small rocky hill that the road winds around. One can see the lights of Estes Park (50 or so miles away) and possibly further from the overlook, thousands of feet higher than the valleys below. We were two hours into our trip now, and everything was beautiful, too much so for words to begin to describe. Huge green pine trees were all around us, concealing us from the world and the world from us. I had purchased Paul Oakenfold's 'Tranceport' that day and had not listened to it yet. We put that CD in the stereo and listened as the bass rumbled through the forest, through the valleys so far below and up past the high mountaintops. I credit that music for creating the feelings felt that night. We stayed in that spot and danced the night away. The trees seemed to dance to it also. At one point the four of us took a walk down the road to look down into the world. Bill and I were leading with Marcus and Jamal trailing and having a wierd debate about TV commercials or something. There was a tree laying on its side that apperently gave Bill weird vibe, so he approached it and asked no one in particular 'Are these trees? I don't think so...'. On closer inspection they were indeed trees. All of us had the same perception problems and had a blast sorting things out, but not before engaging in an argument with the downed log. <br> <br> Back at the car Bill and I decided we needed a campfire. We had planned ahead and brought lighters, wood and newspaper to light, so we opened the trunk to get the materials. 'Wait, what were we doing again?' 'I forgot...I know we opened the trunk for a reason...hmm'. Quickly forgetting everything, we danced for who knows how long before Marcus yelled 'Hows that fire comming along?' 'OH YEAH! A fire!!'. After forgetting what we were doing several more times the concensus between the four of us was that we were not of mental capacity to start and maintain a fire, and the idea was dropped. In hindsight, we probably would have burned down the forest so its better that way. <br> <br> I can't tell you the details of several hours where all memories are kida fuzzy, all I can remember is a feeling. A feeling of joy, contentness. More so than MDMA can ever give you. My three best friends in the world, a different world perhaps, and I were all dumb as animals, trying to get a grasp on reality, but there was no hurry in getting to wherever we were going. We had all night, and memories of school and the campus were so incredably distant as to be a dream. It was amazing how much like a dream the past 18 years of my life were. Reality wasn't reality at all, and I was finally awakened from it, into a far better place where reality is constantly changing at the touch of a thought. <br> <br> As the sun began to rise we decided to climb the rocky cliff near the car. The car! It must have been 200 yards away and twice as far below us but we could hear Tranceport as clear as ever. I remember Bill and Marcus climbed up farther than Jamal and I, and watching thier silouhettes dancing against the brightening sky. Rock climbing was dificult, and here we were conquoring the cliff, and proving it by DANCING on it! We felt as if we had just climbed Everest and were on top of the world. And the view from the top... We were surrounded by miles of wilderness all around us and we could look down on it all and command it. As supeior beings we watched the sun slowly rise and light the valleys below, feeling a bit like Zeus must have on top of Mount Olympus. Unfortunately the drugs in our systems were waning, and Jamal and I started the long descent back to the car. As we got to the bottom a park ranger's car was pulling up (oh no! We were still too cracked out to string two words togeter in a fashon as to not scare a person not on this drug). Talking to the ranger was fun as it turned out. It felt like my mind was so expanded I could understand anything in an instant, while his was compressed and slow. He was just checking to see if we were OK as it turned out, and gave off a good vibe. Nonetheless, it was almost 8 am!! and we took it as a sign it was time to head home. <br> <br> At the time none of us realized what had trancepired [sic] that night, I hope I conveyed it into words suitably. It was the perfect trip. We did everything: traveled to new worlds, met mother nature personally, talked to her trees and rocks and mountains. Practiced telepathy. We met new people experiencing the same things as we were. We danced. We discovered new ways of thinking. We bonded. No matter what happens many years from now, The four of us will always have that night to look back upon. Everything was perfectly synchronized. We got into the mountains righ as we were beggining to peak. We had just enough lsd in us to see the sunrise and try our hand at being immortal. When it was time to call it quits and go home God sent that park ranger out to us. Every time I listen to Tranceport I remember the feelings of this night, although they get fainter and fainter every time. Still, I look back on it as the best night of my life. If i were to die tommorow it would be OK because I was there, experiencing it, having more fun than anyone should be allowed to have, and knowing that only a fraction of a percent of all life on Earth has discovered what joy is. What it feels like to awaken from the dream that was reality. Thank you Mother Nature and Paul Oakenfold.<!-- 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: 8</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 29, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,718</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8&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), Music Discussion (22), Nature / Outdoors (23), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=14"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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">1000 ug</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+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">75 mg</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>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 7:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">125 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</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>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 10:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</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>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">150 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>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 12:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</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>(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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Background chem: 150mg Bupropion twice per day. Smoke approximately 3g of <br> medium-high grade cannabis daily. Fasted all day Saturday. Approximately 1 <br> quart of highly caffienated coffee. <br> <br> Foreground chem: 1-1.5mg LSD, ~350mg MDMA (spread over 10 hours) <br> <br> Skull thickness: extreme hardhead with acid, complete lightweight with MDMA <br> <br> <br> At 2pm, made the foolish decision to rinse out 'empty' vials of liquid LSD in a breath freshener solution. The first rinsing resulted in a noticable and strong taste. I probably should have stopped right then and there, but I didn't. I rinsed out the other 3. Within 10 minutes, I was feeling the effects. Ten minutes! Within 30 minutes, I was trembling and beginning to fear I may have overdone it. There was a crowd of people around and we were preparing to go on an outing, waiting on the last few people to get <br> ready. At 45 minutes, I wasn't sure I was even going to be able to go. <br> <br> At 1 hour we piled into cars and headed off. Fifty minutes of riding shotgun with Moby blaring and my head about to explode left me reeling. I was scared, plain and simple, and that's something I'd never experienced on acid with such force and tenacity. In over 300 experiences with LSD, at no time had I felt so meaningless and helpless or even a hint at the darkness stalking my thoughts at the time. Having had several experiences <br> at around the 800mcg dose, I would estimate my dose that day at 1-1.5mg. Yes, milli, not micro. <br> <br> We piled out of the cars and encountered another group of people, one of whom had a yappy little dog. I just could *not* deal and yet had no idea of how to get away. <br> <br> As soon as we were away from the cars, I pulled Y aside and we ran backcountry up the mountain (*NOTE* this is a mountain I know well. I do *not* recommend charging off the trail while psychonavigating without knowing the area intimately). I very much needed to race thru the woods, away from people, breathing good air, and sharing a sacred place. The rest of the group finally met up with us at the summit. <br> <br> I rested and became absorbed in my own thoughts. Thoughts of having spent high school nights just sitting and meditating on the very rocks we were now on. Thoughts of friends who've come and gone; what makes a friend worth keeping, worth making an effort to maintain the friendship for years and years? Why do these people bother with me? These rocks have known many, many people. Does it matter that any of us are here now? <br> <br> I started getting agitated over nothing and everything. I had peaked on the peak and now, riding home down off the mountain was a physical analogy of what was happening in my mind. I was coming down and sinking in. Very little was said on the way home. By the time we got there, I was in a exageratedly negative frame of mind. I retired to the bedroom and sulked. Within minutes all of my energies seemed to be turned into sadness and I could do nothing but sob. For over a half an hour I cried uncontrollably, screaming into my pillow and terrified by my own thoughts. <br> <br> Jetsam was with me almost the entire time and her presence was a blessing. After almost an hour away from everyone, I started to regain my composure. I knew that the overall group vibe was high and in good spirits and that Jetsam wanted to let loose that night. To that end, I didn't want to be a stick-in-the-mud in the mood I was in and agreed we'd both do MDMA. While I hinted at wanting us to stay close together that night due to my sense of fragility, I didn't make it unquestionably clear. <br> <br> I ate lightly and then popped 75mg to start. About an hour and a half after taking it, I was feeling something, but very light. Jetsam *didn't* stay close; in fact, she deliberately escaped my dark presence as often as <br> she could and pushed her own envelope of consumption, nekkidness, and interpersonal relationships. A few things happened which took my already squished ego and put it in a blender. My head was spinning. I felt like I was sinking fast in quicksand and everyone around me was standing on the bank laughing and dancing and no one was trying to help me out. I kept moving from room to room but found solace nowhere. My very soulmate seemed to have lost all contact with my soul. Thoughts were bubbling over one another faster than I could process them, until one stuck: do enough MDMA to not care and to erase further memory of the evening. So I swallowed another 125mg (anything over 150 generally disrupts my memory). It worked. I don't remember many details of the rest of the night. I remember events and little snippets, exceptionally special moments and horrifyingly dark ones, but putting them together sequentially and meaningfully is perplexing. <br> <br> I do remember continuing to boost with 50mg insuffilated every 90 minutes or so at least 3 times. The rush and quick onset of this method of delivery was inspiring! <br> <br> Dawn found me alone, as it often does. Lots of time to contemplate it all, to try to digest it without spinning right back into it. I never slept that day. <br> <br> It took me over 2 weeks to process that zoom enough that my palms didn't sweat and I didn't get the shakes while talking about it. I'm typing this up 2 months later and I still get jittery thinking about it. Some of the music from that afternoon and evening instantly agitates me within the first 2 measures. I wonder how long it will take to fade. <br> <br> <br> Epilogue: <br> <br> * Don't keep chugging unknown quantities of substances... work up slowly. <br> * When you do enter the darkness, _clearly_ (as possible) indicate to another person where you are. <br> * If someone tells you they're having trouble, respect it and assume that they're probably in a worse spot than they're letting on. <br> * There is such a thing as too much. <br> <br> Be careful out there.<!-- 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: 1842</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 37,718</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1842&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1842&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Bupropion (87), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), 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 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 --> My experience last night on LSD was amazing. My second time tripping, the first of which I had taken a red gel-tab which I had later felt expanded so much of my mind, and was very visual-oriented. Last night...I felt GOD. I was GOD. See, in my 'clique' of friends there has been a lot of turmoil. So two of my closest friends and I decided to have a free night of fun. We took the acid aware of the possibility that it could be fake, because one girl we were with during the purchase freaked out about it being a 'cheap hit'. For the first hour, and almost the second, we were in extreme disappointment. I've been taking Philosophy and doing well in it, and well...wanted to experience the insanity from last time, in my newly philosophical mind. <br> <br> Anyway, we end up driving on the New Jersey parkway (for no reason and with a designated driver) going 65 mph, in a rain storm. My one friend and I ended up with our heads and naked upper torsos out the windows...experiencing first hand what we had stayed indoors and missed last time--NATURE!! It was INCREDIBLE! The air pressure was like a vacuum out there, the lights, the water, the speed, the power!!!! I held my hand out in front of me, i felt rain going down my throat (my mouth was uncontrollably open) the rain hit my skin! OH MY GOD I TINGLED; I orgasmed mini-orgasms all through my body! <br> <br> The universe then, 'versed' beyond the back of my hand, and it flowed naturally, chaotically through my fingers and then--it shrunk. I held all that existed in the palm of my hand...and I SCREAMED!! The universe roared!! The fact that I was holding all that existed and knew I was in the presence of God, showing me his power...the fact that the bottom half of my body was in the car did not even exist. I was free. I was flying. I felt the universe in my hand, and I can't explain through words what I felt. The power. I was screaming out in this storm, out in this 65mph+ wind, in pure ecstasy. My mind and body were in bliss. I felt God's power! In my hand!!(still outstretched from my soaking wet face as I'm screaming to the top of my lungs to my other 4 friends in the car what absolute, what orgasmic, POWER I was experiencing.) <br> <br> I heard my friend from the other side of the car in the front seat (I was in the back) screaming my name, and I knew she was experiencing what I was experiencing! Can't explain...a new reality, raw where I exist in ecstasy! (effects similar to those of the drug, EXTASY). Normally due to the extreme wind, I think my hand would have buckled, and my lungs unable to take in the air, forcing me back in the car, but Now I was getting off on it! I was defying it! I was smacked right in the face by God himself! I went into this trip, as a strongly positioned ATHIEST, and came out a touched man. Touched by God himself. Maybe you think it's the lsd? But I felt Him. I can't even begin to describe...It feels like millions of lifetimes have passed by in just these few short hours!!! I feel as though I have experienced EVERYTHING!! And how foolish I was to be existing with all that exists and not KNOW in my heart that He exists too. God, OH GOD.<!-- 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: 19</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 31, 2000</td><td>Views: 15,561</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=19&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=19&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), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4)</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 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"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.25 oz</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> </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 --> This was, honestly, the best night of my life, it took place July 12th, 1999. <br> <br> A good friend of mine, and I had been waiting for this day for what seemed like ages. We were off to a Phish show, in Mansfield, Massachusetts. We both had planned to trip there. I had done acid once before, however was eager to try it again, we got our gear ready, and headed for the concert, smoking an occasional bowl, in my glass bubbler, on the ride up, anxiously awaiting the show. When we got their I was amazed at how easily it was to retrieve drugs, just about anything imaginable. (One thing I would like to mention at this point, is that buying drugs from people you do not know isn't bright, you could be taking anything, and i don't recomend it!) <br> <br> We were a little cautious at first fearing narc's and whatnot. But, eventually someone approaced our car and offered us liquid, I accepted the offer. We paid him, then he asked me to place out my hand palm down, I did, and I counted 7 drops of the acid dropped on my hand... I instantly licked it off. My friend did the same. <br> <br> We had about an hour, till the doors opened, for the show. I remembered from my last trip, that it kicked in, about 45 minutes after ingestion. It had been about that time, and we both hadn't felt a thing, I began to fear that we had been ripped off. Now completly convinced that we had been fooled, we purchased a quarter of mushrooms, and began to munch on those. My friend had eatin about 2 caps and decided that they were gross, and didnt want to eat anymore. So I was left to finish the bag. Now it had been 5:30, and the doors were now open, we smoked a few more bowls and headed to the gates. <br> <br> Almost instanly, as we got up out of our smoke filled car, I began to feel a strange feeling, as if someone was tickling me lightly, all on my legs, arms, and face. This body high was unbelievable, I knew that no mushrooms would take effect within 10 minutes, so I feared that we were never 'ripped off,' and concluded that this was going to be a fun night. By the time we got in the show and found a seat, the acid was working tremendously, and i could start to feel the begining effects of the mushrooms. My mind was racing, I was thinking about so many different things. I pondered about my life and what kind of person I was. I felt as if everything, and everyone in the world was beautiful, I felt no hate to anything. I was at one with myself for the first time, it was going to be a good show! The visuals, were just as strong as the body high, I watched my friends face melt before me, and also saw alot of tracers, and color distortion. <br> <br> Our seats were on the lawn, people as far as the eye could see, it was an amazing site. I found myself talking to persons I had never met before, which is not like myself. As soon as the show started I felt as if I was begining to peak, the music was loud, and I loved it. I could feel every string on the guitar, every beat on the drum, every note on the piano, and all the bass flow through my body. The feeling was exotic, my mind was still racing, it was almost overwhelming, I felt as if I was on some sort of mission searching for something, but I didnt know what. My friend, and I hardly talked till intermission. I knew he was feeling the same as me. During one part of the show, all the people in the lawn, took their glow sticks, and necklaces, and begun to throw them in the air. This sight was amazing, I looked over the crowd of people and saw bright, neon, flashing colors bouncing off every person in the crowd, this continued for what felt like a good 5 minutes straight. I stared in awe for that entire time. This was the best night of my life, happy people, and mind-blowing music. <br> <br> By the time intermission hit, I was completly fucked up, almost too much, however we did take an excessive dose. I almost couldn't control myself, i couldn't have a conversation because I was just thinking so much. I looked at my friend, he smiled, and I did the same, we both knew we were having a great time and no words needed to be shared. At one point during intermission, someone came up to us, noticed that I was wearing 3-d glasses, (the kind you see at fireworks) after talking to me he knew I was tripping my balls off, and he took advanatge of this. He introduced himself to me, saying 'hi my name is jim,' and he reaced and shook my hand. He continued to do this, he kept saying 'hi my name is jim' as if to keep my mind on that thought. Eventually I looked down, and noticed he had his hands in my pockets, he had what was left of our herb, and my bubbler. I took back my stuff and pushed him down, I was extremely frightened by this, knowing that I had no idea that 'jim' was tooling through my pockets, I almost lost all my stuff. I was convinced that this person had figured I was tripping, and probly had done this to people throughout the night, luckily I caught him before it was too late. After this strange happening, I stayed on top of myself for the remainder of the night, I took control of what was going on, and was alot more aware of my surroundings. <br> <br> Next Phish started the second set, I was still feeling great and knew the night was still young. I had alot more visuals in the second half of the show. I remember looking at the blue, and purple lights, shine on the crowd in front of us. It looked like a blue/purple ocean of people, flowing all around me. The light show was incredible, and added a whole new perspective to my visuals, I was in my own fantasy world, and I wanted to stay in that moment forever, I wished everyone could experience this with me. During the trip, I realized alot about myself, and my life, I wanted to be better person, and I feel I am since that day. All the thinking from that night, relieved my mind of a great weight, which had been holding me back for awile. But like all good things, the show came to an end. <br> <br> I had such a positve trip, besides that 'jim' instance, but the whole night was a experience I wont forget. It was like a story that all made sense in the end. I suppose anyone who has tripped knows exactly what I am talking about. Now that we were'nt tripping as hard as before, we sat in the car, smoked, and talked about our experience. The next morning my mind, and body was tired, but I felt fine, just rested for the day. I find it hard to tell people about the Phish show, it was too amazing to explain with words. Till this day, I look at the concert stub, and remember that night, I can actually say that I'm glad that I tripped. I truelly beleive it changed who I am, in a positive way. <br> <!-- 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: 239</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: Jun 10, 2000</td><td>Views: 15,033</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=239&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=239&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) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=15"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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> </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="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(freebase)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A week ago during spring break i hiked up into the Smokeys with three good friends for a week of relation, nature and tripping. We camped in the heart of a Cherokee reservation, literally on top of a waterfall. the first day my friend ben and i ate two and a half hits of very clean rainbow family acid one morning before hiking up deeper into the river valley. we were headed where we'd heard drumming and chanting coming down from the night before, or was it just ancient memories whispered to life by a stream in spring? anyway, we had probably made our way no more than a half mile further up into this rugged and luscious land when the acid began to truly announce its presence and we decided it was time to plunk down and smoke something. the living presence of nature all around us was absolutely overpowering. has anyone ever spent time in the Great Smokeys in Springtime? picture the clearest, most crystalline blue creek cracking cold down out of the mountains, spilling a landslide of beautiful multicolored stones in all directions, and surrounded by an oak and beech and rhododendron tree forest with mosses and lichens and liverworts and fungi covering everything. it is more than amazing. so it was here that ben and i did sit and smoke a bowl of cannabis, but dusted with DMT, and it was only moments later that we came out in ELFLAND. when i say ELFLAND i do not intend at all to mislead the reader into thinking this was some sort of simple story book fantasy. it was not. rather it was full-blown nymphs and pixies and drilde running every which way, faces poking out from behind every leaf and tuft of moss, the forest unveiled as the arboreal kingdom of the merry little small people. <br> <br> it was like this for what must have been like half an hour - a more than real zany, elf-infested forest. my friend and i walked around extensively during this time and encountered every sort of diminutive spirit of nature mother Gaia has in her zoocoepia. it was, well, something else. i had never imagined that the elves could become quite this real, or that they would. (: all of them were nice enough, though a few were pretty playful and mischievious, little bit too big of a dose of Pan. some of the little flying sprites were unbelievably flirty and erotic. throughout this time we could feel these huge ripples of earth energy pouring down the valley, what we were at the time calling 'supernovae' and which we could both reliably sense coming on. behind my eyelids i was having visions of huge interstellar architectures and the conquest of space with hyper-light drive ships of the most phenomenal spherical dimensions. the whole feeling of the trip was very galactic, which i said at that time and again later, and about which my friend strongly agreed. it was to me as though these elven denizens as we know them on earth are very connected with aliens, and that there are whole tribes of elven like creatures that are busy colonizing interstellar space. i felt as though i either was myself an elf, was made of a sacred ecology of them, or would soon evolve into one. i could see the faeries, and later the insects, flying along energetic lines that i could see moving through space. as far as my friend and i could determine, we saw the same shifting pattern of energetic lines and agreed that both insects and faeries flew along them. he was overcome by an experience of the LIGHT for a good portion of this time, while i was too fascinated by the sudden appearance of ELFLAND to have any further such excursions, not including the aforementioned 'supernovae'. eventually the free moving spirits and elves dissipated and disappeared, and i was left looking at the forms imprinted in the very fabric of the total world as the impressions made by spirits in this world-weaving of souls. to this day i am far more able to look at tree bark for instance and see all the hidden faces and figures than i used to be, and my appreciation for the possibility that the probability waves of quantum mechanics are woven into a world by what one might call elves has grown immeasurably. i can only hope that others will, with my recipe or another, discover the same in their neighborhood forest, crossing over into ELFLAND like Darbio Gill himself.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1846</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,552</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1846&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1846&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) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), 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">1 tablet</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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> .... I doubt very seriously that I've done acid that much.... or any psychedelics for that matter. I've tried mushrooms, LSD and peyote. I have heard that some people use LSD in psycho-therapy. I saw a television show, where I believe it was Dianne Carrol (the woman who was married to Vic Dimonne) was talking about how she was tripping on acid whilst in therapy, and that the doctor perscribed it to her for this purpose. I didn't realise that they had the alt.drugs, and alt.drugs.psychedelics... etc. I'll have to check them out one day. <br> <br> My story. Hmmm, okay. Let's see. <br> <br> The first time I actually did acid was in a little tablet, and I believe it was called 'white lightning'. When I was in college, I was living in Baltimore, and I got involved in a band. The 'head' of this particular band was named C, he was 26, and was dating a groupie girlfriend who was 14. C had a pretty big ego, as I remember. He was always the head of the band, and wanted to play lead guitar, and sing. He also wanted us to play all his original music, but he really wasn't very good. C and I usually ended up trading lead, and I was usually encouraged by the other band members to do more, much to C's chagrin. Anyway, C had bought a house west of the city, in Woodlawn. It was a very old, very large house, and he was trying to get the other band members to move in and pay him rent. The problem was that they all moved in but none of them paid rent. <br> <br> There were several teen-aged kids in the neighbourhood who enjoyed hanging around that house. Of course they would with all the drugs, sex and rock n roll going on there. I went over there one evening, ( It was the summer after I graduated, so I would have been 21... 1980). Someone had this white lightning, and offered it to me. I had always been frightened of doing hallucinogens because marijuana affected me so strongly. I thought that LSD would put me in a mental hospital, but for some reason, because I had finished school, and had yet to really start working or being responsible, I figured ... what was the worse thing that could happen? I would be committed? Ah, no problem. Of course, before I actually ate the stuff, I discussed it for a long time with one of the other band members. He told me about how things would look different, and how I would see trails, etc. So I ate one of the tablets, and nothing seemed to happen for a very long time. I ended up going for a walk with one of the neighbourhood girls to go buy beer, and when we came back, the others had gone off somewhere, and they didn't come back till late that evening, so it was just me and her. I think she also did some acid. I honestly didn't feel like anything was happening, except the radio was on, and they were advertising a horror movie. <br> <br> The advertisment came on about every 2.5 minutes, so it seemed, and it had the line in it, 'It's only a movie, it's only a movie' This ad gradually became more and more ridiculous sounding to me until I found myself putting one of my socks on my hand and making a puppet out of it, getting under the table and holding the sock up so that my companion could see it, and mouthing it to the commercial everytime it came on. I remember at this point, I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face, and I couldn't stop. She looked at me, and said 'you can't tell me you aren't tripping.' I swore I wasn't. After all, I wasn't seeing what I thought were hallucinations. Finally, I calmed down, and she and I sat quietly and talked. She was wearing fingernail polish that was clear, but shiny, suddenly, I started to notice that when she moved her arms about, making gestures, I was able to see the trails following her fingertips. I think this was when I realised that everything around me was different. It was like being in a whole different universe. Everything even looked pristine, and alive. <br> <br> At one point, we went outside, it was dark out by now, and I remember looking at the street, and being aware of how the street sparkled. I had never noticed this before. Then I looked at the sky, and it looked like dark blue foil, sort of like foil wrapping paper, not the shiny kind, but the matte, etched kind. The textured foil wraping paper you buy. I suppose I tend to be a person who is very much geared toward the visual, the spiritual, and maybe a little, the philosophical, but all the visual changes I was noticing made me ecstatic. I remember also becoming extremely aware of tactile changes. There was a gentle breeze that night. I felt the breeze kiss my skin, and it was almost orgasmic. I almost felt as though I had been touched by God. I felt like I was being enveloped by all of nature. <br> <br> I remember sitting on the front steps, enjoying all these new sensations, then looking at a few long blades of grass that were blowing in the breeze. I started to believe they were alive *and* aware, and that they were't just blowing in the breeze but were stretching toward me, reaching out to me. I remember reaching over to touch these blades of grass, then suddenly becoming aware that I was in the midst of so much life. I began to feel like I was so connected with all of life and nature. I think, at that moment, I never felt more alive. I think somehow during this trip, I also became more aware of my own *im*mortality. I seem to remember thinking about dying, and for the first time, it didn't really scare me because I seemed to be aware that my soul somehow transcended anything physical....that in some way, and I didn't know exactly in what way, that I would always exist. I felt very thankful that God had put me on earth so that I may experience the pleasures of having a body, and being able to see beauty, and to hear music, and to experience physical love and sensuous touch, which I feel are physical manifestations of the spirit. I feel humans are as creative as we are because we have a soul, it's our soulful outlet. <br> <br> Anyway, the last time I tripped was, I think about 1985. By this time, I had joined the rat race in a big way. I had bought a condominium, and was working. I began to realise that I really couldn't do this anymore. My life was no longer free and uncomplicated. When I would try to trip, I would find myself becoming bogged down with worrisome thoughts... such as getting the bills payed, making sure I did my tasks at work, suddenly there was just too much responsibility, and I felt I really needed to keep my mind sharp. Of all the drugs I had done in my life, the only one I would like to do again if I got the chance would be acid. I loved the way it made me think about things, and I know there were a lot of earth-shattering conclusions that I had made on some of my trips... many of them were forgotten by the time the trip was over. I loved the way it enhanced the enjoyment of listening to music, or listening to crickets, or listening to the breeze. In some ways, I think that death is something like this. I think that with death, because you are no longer tied to physical binds, you become much more one with the universe, and you become tuned into the true power and beauty of existance, but not in a physical way ......Ahh.... but I'm rambling. ( I tend to do this... must be all that LSD I ate. ; ) )...<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1980</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1978</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 100,154</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1978&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1978&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">1.3 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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I did acid for the second time over the weekend. It was of course a remarkable experience which words are inadequate to describe, but I was astonished at how different it was from last time. I'm interested in advice from experienced trippers as to whether what I experienced is common or anything to worry about. <br> <br> My first trip, a couple of months ago, was 1 1/2 tabs of what was probably averagely strong acid. We stayed indoors the whole time listening to music and watching things melt etc. It was a totally pleasant experience. The visuals came on almost as soon as it kicked in and there was at all times a sense that 'I' was there in the middle of it all, watching all the groovy stuff going on around me. <br> <br> On the latter occasion we (I was in different company) took 1 1/3 tabs each of some pretty strong acid in the afternoon and went outside for some things to look at. This was the first time I ventured outdoors on acid and I got rather paranoid at times. I felt that just sitting there looking at the trees and clouds was suspicious (I'm still not sure if it wasn't!) and that some cop or other authority figure would question us. This was compounded, or perhaps even induced, by a period during which one mischievous aspect of my personality transplanted the faces of people I knew onto passers-by. <br> <br> The biggest difference was in my mental state. The visuals took longer to come on (maybe because when it kicked in I was still walking to my destination?) and at times were more threatening. They could get pretty impressive though! I also got distinct tracers, mingled in with trails from birds and insects. But all this was getting hard to concentrate on because my mind was reeling. While I was peaking time was sliding around in a deeply weird way. 'I' was outside it and could marvel at this phenomenon and wonder how to describe it. My personality later 'fragmented' into a myriad of alter egos I never knew I had, some of which I got to meet face to face looking in a mirror later on. (I might describe these in another posting if anyone's interested.) The personalities, some of which were disturbingly dark and sinister, were 'battling' for control. 'I' was in some higher mental state (cliche!), able to experience this conflict, but still at risk of losing control if I lost my mental battles. The thoughts rushing around in my head weren't what you'd normally experience as thoughts, they had their own autonomy, as if they were alive independently of my mind. The mental struggle was exhausting - I was experiencing my mind 'raw' and unfiltered. In this state it was natural to be thinking multiple trains of thought or experiencing multiple consciousnesses simultaneously. Maybe that's what it's like to be schizophrenic. I began to wonder if I was having a bad trip. My conclusion was that I probably wasn't as this wasn't really nightmarish, I wasn't freaking out or breaking down or anything. It was just mentally tiring, and I wanted to relax and fully enjoy the visuals. <br> <br> I found two mantras helpful, should anyone find themselves in a similar situation. For public situations, 'they don't know you're tripping until you tell them', and for when things got really intense, 'it's just the drug fucking with your mind'. Sometimes I had to repeat this one over and over to myself before I could regain control. <br> <br> Later we got back home. On the way I was pleased to sense that I had 'won' my battles and by the time we arrived the personalities were gradually merging back into one. Now at last I could enjoy the hallucinations listening to ambient music. I was still frying a bit 14 hours after dropping. <br> <br> So what caused all this mental turmoil, and will it happen again? Was I having a bad trip? There are two possibilities: first, the stress of being outdoors must have had an effect. Second, I was smoking loads of pot this time, unlike the other, and pot tends to make my mind race a bit when I'm not concentrating on anything. I should add that I am normally a very stable person emotionally and seeing all these other selves was quite shocking. <br> <br> But it was quite a revelation to meet these other versions of myself, and I'll be better equipped to deal with them in future, but I'm really not all that keen on going through that again. Are experiences like this common? Is the only alternative to give up acid? If I don't, what's going to happen next time?<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1980</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 50,440</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1980&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1980&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">12 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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> So then i took 12 hits of this purebred Octopus blotter, and after the usual leave the body white light communion and birth of the universe-genetic racial memory bit, i found myself (not to say that i had any concept of 'i,' 'my' or 'self') in an unfamiliar space. I was within a multi-dimensional web, somewhat akin to a sphere with a center everywhere and circumference nowhere, being turned in on itself an infinite number of times. The web was boundless in its permutations, copmposed of blue hexa-octa-and decahedral cells and not in linear time. <br> <br> I was not alone. <br> <br> There were others, distinct, and i believe non-human entities; and they were mildly annoyed at my unannounced visit. They were rather busy, engeged in a game, The Game; i was a pawn, one of many in the 'stable' of an entity called 'Chako,' a '7th-level oversser.' The game took place on many levels, only one of which was our familiar, everyday consensus reality. Apparently, all beings vibrate at certain specific levels of psychic frequencies; by seriously tampering with mine through the ingestion of much dosage, I jumped temporarily to receiving 'level 4' data, and ended up in this 'overseer' domain. Chako 'told' me all this through convoluted yet clear thoughtforms, which i understood only partially, being limited in my wetware. <br> <br> The object of the game, while ungrokkable to a level 1 entity such as myself, did not appear to be entirely benevelent. For that matter, Chako was not benevelent at all, and posessed of a rather demonic ambience. Anyhow, as Chako's pawn, i was to face another, someone else's pawn, but whether this other was human, when, where and on which plane was not made clear. At this point, the the effects of the lucidant were waning, and i was pulled out of the web, with no reluctance i must say. <br> <br> Unlike many other trips where the revelations are fogotten shortly after emergence, I was left with distinct memories of the events that transpired and an almost engramatic warning of consequences of 'jumping' psychic levels. The strangest of all was the clarity of the name Chako and the concept of humans as psychic pawns in overseer's stables, playing The Game without a clue as to its purpose. <br> <br> This happened several years ago, it was neither my first nor my last high mikage experiment, but i have not been to the overseer domain since. Psychomemetics, hallucinogens, fantasticants - call them what you will, this was as real as anything i've experienced, mindset and setting irrelevant at this dosage. I await the encounter with the other, and i have no doubt i'll know when it comes. I hope i will be ready. <br> <br> So, gentle people, have any of you ever had a like-minded journey? If so, did you figure out what the purpose of the Game is? I'd appreciate any comments, thoughts and ideas you may have on this matter. <!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1981</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,588</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1981&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1981&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), Unknown Context (20), Entities / Beings (37)</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+ 1:05</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+ 8:20</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 --> Having done my share of LSD, I spose I should add my two bits to the heap. I have had over half a dozen sessions with acid, ranging over about 5 years. I have ingested roughly 10 blotter hits in this time. The last time I dropped was Dec 15 (or friday, whichever the date was), and second last was Dec 30 1987. Most recently, I started with 1 blotter at 7:39 am, took a second at 8:45, and a third at 4:00 pm. By 9:00 am the liquid skin disease had kicked in, and the metallic sweats came and there were indications of activity. By 10am mental activities were real white-waterish, if ya know what I mean. It was very pleasant. By noon I was really riding high. After the 4:00 booster, the effect was even more profound. By this time I had taken just below 3 blotter units. Acid insights galore, along with the laughter caused by profoundly realized revelations and humorous social-cultural reflections. Asleep by 3am, my girlfriend and I had a delightful, close, 'bonding' evening such as the effects were so wonderful. <br> <br> With me, acid can make me devilishly-mischievous, meditatively reflectful, probingly thoughtful, reflective, serene, joyful, intensely happy, radiant of love....it tends to enhance my understanding of the cosmos. It is a way to travel to reality-prime, where things are not exactly as they appear, and things are really eternal and ordered, assuring. It is a soulful drug, a mind/spirit/soul amplifier of perception, not a body drug like the legals. It allows 'the doors of perception' to be cleansed, it reminds you you are eternal. I once feared LSD cause I thought it would take 'me' away, it would destroy 'me'. Now I know personality is indestructable, at least for those who have found 'identification'. While everything changes, 'I' will remain. Those who have done lsd may suspect it is illegal because it causes thought processes that may threaten consensus reality power, it does not promote their 'authority'. LSD is a long strange journey where you walk with yourself and get to know who you really are. <br> <br> I've had some really wonderful trips, and have learned quite a lot from this chemical. Its perspective cannot be wrong, just different. How many times has it been said or implied lsd drives you crazy? Are the Beatles crazy? They have done more, and better, LSD than I ever will. Didn't Rock Hudson (or was it Cary Grant) use it? Didn't the CIA? Why must scare tactics be used to squash anything the gov/power-structre doesn't like? Informed, intelligent adults should have the powers of choice, including choice of chemicals. This current prohibition will be no more successful than the last one, in its stated purpose. It has been very successful in its real purpose. Freedoms must be taken if the WoD is to work, and the typical person is too afraid to stand up and question or comment. Places like this are indespensible resources for dissemination of the real truth, and the real news. I thank NetGod that I need not depend upon the TV for news, or our local slanted rag. <br> <br> While I admit a slight possiblity of having a 'bad trip' on acid, this has never happened to me. I do see how one could have a displeasurable encounter with lsd if <br> <br> 1) in bad environment, <br> 2) with 'bad' people, <br> 3) afraid of self, or <br> 4) unable to laugh and enjoy a good humour mood <br> <br> But I think all the krap about emergency room bad trips is exaggerated, dark-age hyperbole. And last time I dropped I looked out my 4 story window, not jumped. LSD's LD50 is evidence that it is no harmful to the body than water is. It is beneficial to the mind and soul when used properly. It simply changes your perspective, shifts your dimensions a bit. Like Alice down the rabbit hole, its a strange, but fun and stimulating adventure. <br> <br> It's not like I do it everyday. It's been YEARS since I did it before just recently. And thats fine with me. I was celebrating a 4.00 average for this term in school, and thats for Comp Sci, Math, University Honors and some history courses, not basket weaving. My cums up to 3.54 so I am sitting pretty at school, and work for those who would assume otherwise. Which goes to point out the ole 'amotivational syndrome' is a load of myth also. <br> <br> Probably the worse thing about this latest War on Drugs is that it is at best, a hypocritical witch-hunt based on misinformation and one sided propaganda. It is against information, and informed-formation. It would crush those who would excercise their legal rights in the name of the law. It would put the Law over the Individual, a corrupt and unjust law. It demands uniformity of posture and mind, rather than unity in diversity. The Drug Warriors assume Judgment as their own, rather than taking stock in tolerance and freedom. As with the Amercian flag, the symbol has become far more important than that which it represnts. And this is a mistake, a grave and fatal error plagueing democracy --- that the citizenry will be 'taken care of', and then controlled. Legislation can never produce moral change, or anything like meaningful growth. Only personal exerience can teach the lessons of life; laws cannot make one good regardless of number, severity, or penalty. Heaven must be something like a self-governed anarchy, with no laws carved in stone, except 'to thine own self be true', and 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you'. Tolerance IS necessary for growth, laws should be to protect the responsible from the animal-people, not to restrict free movement of freewill citizens. Intolerance is indicative of narrowness, and prejudice. Ignorance and prejudice stand in the way of growth, they are unbecoming of those who would learn, and learn to know. (german: kennenlernen) One day perhaps we will pass out of the era of negative, forbidding laws to a system of positive, helpful laws, the Law of Love. When you love every other person as you can love yourself, and when you seek to do good to them and to do good for them, you will see that this is the best rule to run your life by. Laws (rules of behavior or patterns of response) are every persons duty to legislate for himself. Make the real rules for yourself; find your own moral code and live by it, and be true to yourself. If you find yourself fully self-accountable, you need not fear the trials or the scrutiny of tyranny. A truly self-assured soul need not fear worldly troubles, for the citadel of the spirit is ever unassailable. Drugs or not, find yourself and be yourself, and be yourself fully and unwaveringly, certain of the Truth you increasingly live.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1990</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1982</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,416</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1982&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1982&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), 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> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> First, let me explain the large dose. I'm some sort of freak, because I had tried LSD five times before this time, going up to a dosage of two good hits without getting any effects other than physical ones. So, I figured I'd try four to see if that would do anything at all. I wasn't expecting much, but I got it. <br> <br> I am writing this 8 days after the trip, which was a monday nite on a large cruise ship in the Caribbean Sea. I went to dinner with my family, then went back to the cabin with my younger sister. I had decided I would go ahead and try it that nite. So at 8.30pm, I took the acid into the little bathroom with me into the little bathroom and consumed. My sister and I then left to go met our parents at the theatre on the ship to see a show. The show was a musical impersonater that would have been pretty entertaining even if one was completely straight. My family and I sat in a balcony seat overlooking the lower audience and with a decent view of the stage. I could feel it starting to work physically already by this time, around 8.45 or 8.50, while we were waiting for the show to start. I was actually starting to feel a bit nauseated, with the rocking of the ship and a very full stomach. I reminded myself that I could always leave the show if I got to feeling too bad. The bar service man came by and I ordered a sprite, then headed to the restroom. On my way back from the restroom, The Smilies kicked in. I couldn't help it. I was aware I had a silly grin on my face, but luckily it was gone by the time I got back to my seat where my family was. <br> <br> The sprite tasted like blood, but I drank it anyway thinking I needed the liquid in my system. The show was good, the impersonator did a very good job on the singers, so I thought. The show lasted for ever, however, thanks to the time dilation. My sister would look at me during the show and when I looked at her, her form kept jumping slightly side to side quickly. The crowd below.... the crowd looked like someone had taken a picture of it and pasted it onto a sheet that kept undulating. <br> <br> We didn't stay for the entire show. My sister began to feel sick and we left I think around 9.45. I wasn't aware of what was happening, I didn't know the show was not over. When I realized what was going on however, I told my dad that I would split and see them later. He said allright, have fun. <br> <br> Let me just say now that most of the events of that evening are fuzzy to various degrees. Anyway, after splitting from my family, I wandered the ship, getting deeper and deeper into the A. I made my way to a cafeteria on the second highest deck, one with windows for the walls. Luckily, it wasn't very occupied. Only a few other people sat at one other table there, speaking some other language. Hell, I remember it being Spanish, but it really could have been anything, or nothing. <br> <br> I sat down at a table to figure out what the hell was going on. I looked down at my pants and intricate patterns were forming on them and quickly becoming other images. I remember seeing a dog barking at a woman and then these two entities merging and dissolving away. I looked at my arms. The skin was tightening and pulsating, the hairs were being forced out from their pores. I looked out the window. Dark streams of colour were flowing past the window. The other people had left and two crew members were sitting at a table, they looked philipino. I left after sitting there for a few more minutes. <br> <br> At this point, I think I went up to the highest deck to sit in the wind and think. I had stuck my discman in my pocket before the show figuring that I would need it later. I listened to the first five songs of Pink Floyd's Meddle. The music sounded better, but I can't remember why exactly. No doubt it had something to do with the fact that I had a milligram of lysergic acid diethylmide surging through my brain. I lied in a reclined chair, listening to the music and taking in my surroundings. When the wind would catch my pants and hold them against my legs in a certain way, it made it look like my legs were wasting away, developing deep holes in them. The stars were bright that night; there were no city lights to deal with or a moon. Every star seemed to have thousands of other stars flowing into them constantly, single stars consuming entire galaxies. <br> <br> In the blackness of the sky I saw something that will probably be the most difficult thing to describe in this passage. The image was like a complex geometric pattern of cubes. The cubes were not stacked flat, but were set up so that they had one corner pointing directly towards the earth. Every side of the cubes showed the same design, a design which changed constantly. The design had tessalations of Japanime in it, constantly changing the subject face. I split after seeing enough of the sky show and listening to Meddle. <br> <br> At this point, I think I wandered back down into the ship, inside, off the open decks. The next thing I have definite memory is entering the main atrium in the ship, where there are five floors around an open center. As I was walking into the room, a man, probably 30 or so, stared into my face. In recollection, I should have told the guy to fuck off or just ignored him. He held up a camera, wanting me to take a picture of him and his family. However, and this is important, he was Italian. He didn't speak any English nor did any members of his group. I took the camera and waited for the group to essemble to be photographed. However, they just kept standing around in the circle. It gets even more complicated. I had just been walking with my discman in my hand, and now that i needed two hands to take the picture. I had to put the discman in my pocket, but I couldn't find my pockets. So, the logical thing to do at the time was to hand the Italian guy the discman. This caused confusion, he refused to take it and I shook it at him and told him to just hold it for now, which was futile since he didn't speak english. This whole event didn't take much time at all. Also, the guy had small scars on his face and they would jump to whoever I focused on in the group so that they had the scars too. Some other member of their group showed up and took over the job of taking a picture, so I was relieved of that duty. I went up to an outside deck, feeling bad and stupid about what had just happened. <br> <br> I leaned over the rail and thought about how dumb that last incident had been. I wished I had a friend there to take care of me, but I was alone, head full of lsd, roaming a huge ship with three thousand other occupants on the middle of the ocean in goddamned nowhere. I watched the waves and continued to think. The waves caused by the ship were entertaining to watch. After a few moments, I stopped seeing waves. Instead, I saw milk. The entire ocean had turned to milk, covered with fruit loops. We were now traveling upon The Cereal Sea. The cereal then turned back into the dark water it had been before, but I was seeing the waves as dark stemed flowers with dark coloured petals. A sea of flowers. I continued to watch the waves, and they continued to evolve into new things. Each stage of evolution was a bit odder than the previous one. <br> <br> I saw huge jellyfish, fuckin' big stinging jellyfish. The boat had come into a herd of them crossing the seas (so I thought.) I watched them swim and noticed something odd: their mode of communication was electricity. They shocked each other to convey messages. A new species no doubt. I remember thinking about jumping in with them, meeting an early and painful death. However, the waves didn't stay as jellyfish forever. Oh no, the jellyfish became dinosaur skeletons before long. Large carnivore ones, white bones. I had had enough reflection while watching the waves and walked to the end of the ship, the very back of the ship, so that I could watch the trail that the wake of the boat left. This was the best part of the trip, probably. I didn't see anything in the waves, but I started hearing things. Wonderful ambient techno was being created in my head, just for me. It was perhaps a bit repeatitive, but nevertheless beautiful. The music lasted for quite a while, as long as I looked at the wake. <br> <br> By this time, I was growing tired of the paranoia and feeling like I should be hiding from people. If I had known about a small deck I found the next day I could have gone there and no one else would have been around. So, a little after midnite I think it was, I attempted to go back to my cabin. However, this wasn't as easy as it should have been. I entered into the atrium, knowing it was possible to get to my cabin from there, but not quite sure how. I felt like everyone was looking at me, and I probably looked confused or lost. People were beginning to look ugly. I thought about just asking someone for help, which would have been a bad idea. I eventually found the hallway that lead to my room and proceded down it. I felt like I should say 'I'm glad we had this little talk' to the universe. I had come up with the idea of Life being a challenge, and god being the thing that gives the challenge. I've dismissed the latter idea as foolishness since I'm atheistic. But anyway, In the hallway I passed a blonde girl that smiled. I remember thinking 'You are Americana, I want to exist within you.' Whatever the hell that means. <br> <br> I entered my cabin and went to take my contacts out. In the mirror, I looked near death. I was sweaty looking and just odd generally. I listened to Echoes from Meddle in bed and then went to sleep. However, the LSD kept me from being able to sleep well at all. I tossed and turned for hours. I should have gone back out since I was still under the influence... <br> <br> The next day I felt fine and recounted the events of the previous nite. I felt quite good, actually, like the LSD had put some things into perspective. Was the trip worth doing? sure. Would I do it again? Hell yeah.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1998</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1983</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 9,435</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1983&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1983&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), Various (28), Entities / Beings (37)</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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The incident which I relate occurred 28 years ago, but I still remember it as if it happened yesterday. I was tripping on acid on a weekend evening, and I was well on my way, being very stoned. I liked to walk over across the road from my house where there was a pond with an open field all around- no houses- and someone had built a gazebo in the middle of this pond, with a narrow wooden walkway out to it. I was enjoying the acid trip as I usually did, when suddenly, off in the horizon, I noticed a flaming round ball shooting thru the sky, then going behind some trees. The ball was an orange flame color, larger than say an airplane light would be if you saw it at night. This was way off in the horizon. Before I could think what in the hell was that, I felt a tremendous force over the pond- it was light and energy, and the force of it pushed my chin back, and forced me to lie down on my back in the grass at the edge of the pond. I couldn't look at it- the force was too great! <br> <br> And then I heard a voice. It seemed to come from some place both inside and outside me. It said 'Don't look at me, or you will die!' At that time, I chose not to look at it and I lay there on the grass feeling this incredible force over me, pushing my chin back. <br> <br> I felt tremendous exhilaration, but not fear. Then the voice said to me,'Do you want to come with me? Or do you want to go back to your friends?' In that instant, I felt that if I went with the force, I would surely die. So I said 'I want to go back to my friends.' And I am sure that I did not move my lips, but the speaking was by thought except I could hear it. <br> <br> In a moment, the force slowly began to lift up and fade away, and when it was gone, I got up and ran back to my house. My friends were there, and I told them what had happened, but they didn't believe me and they thought I was having a weird trip, though not a bad one. So I just accepted that they wouldn't believe me, but I know that it happened to me, and I can still remember it clearly 28 years later.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1971</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1984</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,771</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1984&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1984&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), 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">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Here is MY story! It was a GREAT TIME!!!!! <br> <br> Back in the 70's I did acid a few times, but in the ten years since then I had no access to the stuff, nor was I particularly interested because of other pursuits. Recently I have been studying cognitive and neural systems, which has revived my interest in issues of consciousness and perception. I was delighted therefore when a friend offered to share two last hits he had saved in the freezer from the days of his own wild youth. I had vague recollections from ten years ago of weird sensations and hallucinations and I prepared for the 'experiment' with a checklist of questions to myself about my experiences. The questions were in the nature of 'How does the visual world look?' 'How do you experience sounds?' 'can you compute 345/15?' and the like. I looked forward to the experience with great interest and curiosity. <br> <br> We went to my place that night and made ourselves comfortable, and when things started turning weird, I pulled out my checklist. First of all, the notion of having a checklist seemed at the time to be so hilariously funny that my friend and I were doubled up with laughter for a long long time before I could get to any of the questions seriously. It was a kind of laughter that I havent experienced since childhood, a deep and overwhelming mirth that shook my whole body to the core and tears were streaming down our cheeks as we gasped happily for breath. Each new question occasioned a renewed outburst of helpless laughter until we were thoroughly exhausted. <br> <br> When I finally got aroud to the questions I discovered a fact that leaves me astounded to this day. I answered every one of the perceptual questions exactly as I would have while stone cold sober. The reason why this was so surprising was that I was actually feeling very very different. In fact I was feeling exceeding peculiar. In fact words cannot express how strange I was feeling, and yet, my sensations of the world around me were exactly as they are normally. So, I asked myself, what is it that is actually different? Well, the sights and sounds and smells were the same. It was my perception of them that was different. This experience gave me a new appreciation for the word perception. Normally we think that if we observe an object, a pencil in your hand for instance, we see exactly that, a pencil, the real pencil, and nothing but the pencil. It came to me that that is not the case. Even when regarding as matter-of-factual an object as a common everyday pencil, we perceive it through a filter of our own perspective, our own view of things. This perspective is normally so ordinary and unremarkable that we are not even aware of it, but it was exactly this perspective, our view of the world around us, that is altered by the drug. It brought my attention to something that I had been totally unaware of although it has been in front of me all my life. <br> <br> It is somewhat like the experience of intently watching some event unfold before your eyes, and suddenly becoming aware of the fact that you are watching it on television. Shifting your attention from the event itself to the glowing phosphor dots on the screen. You are looking at the same thing, and you are seeing the same thing, but your perception of it has altered radically. Well the same thing was happening to my own senses. Suddenly I was aware of the fact that the world around me is not the real physical world, but only a view of the world as it impinges on my senses. That the image of the pencil is not a pencil, but a pattern of neural activity in my visual cortex. Of course this is no new scientific revelation, I knew that all along. But now I could feel it, I could perceive it in a way that has permanently altered my way of thinking about consciousness. <br> <br> We went outside for a little walk in the night air, and while walking down the street I got a repeat of that first insight. I had the feeling that instead walking down a real street, I felt as if there was a big spherical screen all around me, with an image of the street projected onto it, and that as I walked the image changed, expanding out in front of me and collapsing back down again behind me. I could look up and see an image of the sky, look down and see my feet pushing the sidewalk backwards. I was stationary, it was the image of the street that was moving. Of course when you think about it, this perceptual 'distortion' is actually more real than the 'normal' perception. My brain, comfortably enthroned in my skull feels nothing of the outside world except through the pattern of activity it receives from the senses. It receives images, sounds, sensations, and pastes each one in its proper place on a sensory sphere that represents the world around me. My perceptual distortion was that instead of seeing the outside world, I was now seeing this sensory sphere, with a sensory image of the world on it. To me this an extremely interesting and exciting insight that I will remember for the rest of my life. <br> <br> I would see strangers approach along the sidewalk, at first appearing as a little insignificant dot near the expanding focus of my sphere. They would grow and grow until I could see them in great detail before they passed behind and shrank back down to nothing. It was as if each of us posessed his own sensory sphere, and as we approached the spheres would intersect, and I would appear in his sensory world as he appeared in mine. We played a little ritualistic game as we passed, each in turn taking a good look at the other, then politely averting their eyes to allow the other to return the visual examination without making direct eye contact, before hurrying on down the street. It brought to mind an image of dogs presenting themselves in turn for the other to get a good sniff. <br> <br> We stopped at MacDonalds to get a bite to eat, and never did a big mac taste so good, although it seemed to take an hour to consume it, and I was a little concerned that the other customers might notice the enormous effort I was expending in getting it down. I could feel my tongue and cheeks maneuvering the lumps of food into position on my molars, a few good chomps, then it was pushed down the chute where my esophagus began an elaborate sequence of peristaltic contractions to persuade it down to my stomach. I looked up at my friend between mouthfuls, and his face looked so weird, it is hard to describe. Although visually he looked exactly as he always does, I would become aware of individual components of his face, his nose, his cheek, his eyes, which would trigger a strong response to my senses independant of the rest of the face, so that the impression was somewhat like a cubist painting. <br> <br> We attempted a few mathematical exercises and found that although we were fundamentally capable, it was difficult to remember which part of the problem you were working on, or to hold interim results in your head. While walking around town I had found it extremely challenging to navigate around the familiar streets of my neighborhood for a similar reason; although I could plan a course, I had some trouble remembering which part of the course we were actually on. We were never in danger of actually getting lost, but we did spend some time discussing where we were and how to proceed. It was a wonderful sensation like exploring a fabled town that you have read about but have never actually visited before. As the hours rolled on by we spent the time playing with a slinky and one of those electrostatic lightning machines, blissfully absorbed in such simple pursuits like two children playing with toys. Our conversation disintegrated to short meaningless sentences. I would say something like 'The quality of light is an etherial essence' to which he might respond 'But the meaning of existance is not comprehensive' and I would reply 'Yes but it is if you want it to be', and it would go on like this, knowing that he had no idea of what I had meant, which didn't matter at all, since I didn't know myself what I had meant. Often we would just break into paroxisms of mirth, laughing and laughing until our stomachs hurt and the tears flowed in rivers down our cheeks. At one point I noticed a luminescent glow on the slinky that I could not account for. I told him breathlessly of my discovery, thinking it was a new form of mysterious energy, on a par with Newtons discovery of gravitation, and it took us at least ten minutes to discover that it was only the reflection of the lightning machine, which triggered another bout of helpless mirth. <br> <br> At one point we turned out the lights and looked at the patterns of light cast on the ceiling from the street. I cannot begin to express the deep beauty of those patches of light. I stared and stared with my eyes boggled out muttering 'oh my God! oh my God!' I swore I would never take patterns of light for granted again! I could see fantastically complex latticework patterns in the dark which became very vivid when I closed my eyes. I tried to describe these visions to my tape recorder because I knew I could never remember them in all their beauty and complexity, but the visions rushed by so fast and furiously that I could not begin to keep up with them, even if I could find words to describe them. <br> <br> Throughout these experiences I remembered an insight I had had ten years ago when I had last taken LSD. I remember thinking that although the experience is novel and fantastic beyond the wildest imagination, that there is also an element of familiarity to it all, a sense of deja vu, that at some past time I had seen these kinds of things before. After much thought it came to me. Remember when you were a kid, and could see patterns in clouds? I remember seeing things in every random pattern. In the linoleum of the bathroom floor there was a man's head, and a little girl, and a horse. In the trees across the street from the house I could see goofy and the snap crackle and pop characters. When I first learned numbers in school, 6 was a little fat boy with a big stomach, and 7 was tall and straight with creased pants, while 3 and 8 were little girls. Now they are just numbers to me, they have lost their fanciful connotations, but on LSD I see images again, like I did as a young boy. And near the end of the trip when thoughts and sensations become more 'fundamental' (how else can I word it?) and you feel spasms pulsing through your whole body and shaking you to your very foundations, it brings to mind the convulsions of a very young infant, and the boggled eyes with their expression of uncomprehending wonder and fascination. Is this the reason for the familiarity? Is this the way the world looked when I first cast eyes on it? <br> <br> If I were an alien intelligence come to visit the earth, to get a taste of life among these primitive semi-intelligent self-important pompous ape men, if I wanted to really know what it was like to be human, to have human thoughts and perceptions and I slipped into a human brain and viewed the earth through an earth mans eyes and ears and body, this is the way it would look. This is the wild distorted narrow visioned perspective on the world as seen from within a human mind, but seen with an alien detachment and objectivity. LSD gives me an opportunity to experience what being human is all about. To step back and see my world from a perspective that cannot be gained any other way. To gain deep insights into the nature of what I am. Should LSD be legal? Absolutely! Would I recommend it for just anyone? Absolutely not! I am an easy-going happy person, satisfied with my life, so the experience has always been a good one for me. But the psychedelic experience forces you to face up to some fundamental issues about your own life and mind, and if you are at all mentally unstable, unhappy with your life or yourself, if you have any unresolved mental conflicts, then the experience could well be disasterous beyond your most horrific nightmares! Anyone who takes this drug does so at their own risk, and it should never be taken lightly or pushed on people who arn't sure whether they want it. For those who are suited for it however the experience can be so rich and rewarding in a multitude of ways, that no man should have the right to deny it to them. It is a truely priceless experience!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1992</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1985</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,852</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1985&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1985&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">2.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was sitting in the living room listening to Pink Floyd's first album, The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn, when I first noticed a slight change in atmosphere. The walls in my small but high-tech hovel, seemed to start undulating as if they actually breathed with a life of their own. I was startled at first but quickly realized that this must be a direct result of the natural inspiration in which I had imbibed. I slowly floated into a kind of separate reality, construed of a nature totally unknown to me before, but yet, so real. Or at least so it seemed to me at the time. I recalled vague, complicated words written by Aldous Huxley in his treatise on mescaline.... The Doors Of Perception. Chairs and curtains, I KNEW what he meant. The lines, the shapes, the colour. These thoughts all came to me and meandered about and through my head like fleeting spirits from beyond reason. Thats when I realized that profound changes were taking place inside my very head. I was never to be the same again I thought, this is the end all of end alls. This is the key to that realm that has always just been out of reach, just outside of my limited perception. It was as Huxley had said, the flood gates had been opened. I searched in vain for a reason but all reason had floated away like the smoke from my cigarette. My ego had died. My SELF had dissolved into an effervescent cauldron of teeming geometrics. I was one with all. To me, that brought great peace, no fear, and no reason to reason. It was if a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders, I was free. And in that instant I realized, we all are free. It always has been and always will be a matter of perception. And we hold the key. <br> <br> <u>THE PEAK</u> <br> I had reached a peak, a plateau of sparkling clarity and conciousness. The world was sound, a vibrating molecular dance from the infinitesimally small to the infinitesimally vast, deeper than anything I'd ever imagined. I looked out the window and saw machine clouds churning through an endless sky. I saw light and colour and vacillating patterns possessed of an indescribable essence. I realized that the room and world around me were alive and that all things spring from the Divine Ground. This must have been what the ancients felt when they spoke of the Great Spirit and in my minds eye, I could almost see an old shaman standing by his fire, arms outstretched to the heavens, with spirits dancing all around him, in the shadows... <br> <br> There is ancient wisdom and knowledge here, something that prescinds the truths we've come to accept in this civilization we've built around us. Something that transcends dogma, religion, culture, all the established ways and mores of society. And for a time I'm ecstatic about being apart of and witness to this deeper truth. I found myself wishing everyone could glimpse this ...path, this window. Surely no one could go through this experience and not come out of it a little more fulfilled or centered, a little more whole... <br> <br> There is also a certain amount of fear here. This I found on introspection, to be inevitable considering the complexities and fear that pervades the world around us. But it didn't last, ecstatic communion and hope won out as I realized that I held the key to keep, or let go of, the fears that I possessed. Like I said before, it's only a matter of perception... <!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1988</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 13,120</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1988&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1988&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), Mystical Experiences (9), 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">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The first time I ever tripped it was with my brother at our parent's cottage in ontario, on lake erie. a perfect trip setting if ever there was one. It had just gotten dark, and this is a rather remote location so when it gets dark it's DARK. We were just starting to peak, and were in the process of building a bonfire, when I glanced up toward the lake and noticed a light on the horizon. <br> <br> Keep in mind, this is my first time tripping, and I'm having a great time--laughing my ass off, digging the visuals, etc. <br> <br> Anyway, I see this light and sort of stop and start to examine it and figure out what the hell it is. Often you could see the lights from ships going by way out in the lake, and occasionally there would be an oil rig test drilling. Both these things were sources of light, and considering the warpedness of my perception, I wasn't sure my light wasn't just a ship or oil rig, but it sure didn't look like it. <br> <br> As I watched the light, I determined that it wasn't moving horizontally, but it appeared to be getting bigger!! closer, maybe, I thought, still figuring it was some man-made, explainable object. <br> <br> 'what the fuck is that?' I asked my brother. <br> <br> At the time I was a college sophmore in computer science, and my brother was a junior in metalurgical engineering. Neither one of us was stupid or especially drawn toward the super-natural. <br> <br> 'a ship?' he answered. <br> <br> 'it's too big to be a ship, and i think it's getting bigger' I said. <br> <br> now we were both staring at the thing. <br> <br> 'a weather baloon maybe' I said, trying as best I could given my mindset to come up with a rational explanation, when inside I ALREADY KNEW it was a messenger from another planet!! <br> <br> 'no, weather baloons don't glow like that!!' he said. <br> <br> By now the thing was getting really huge, and was obviously glowing with it's own light. <br> <br> It wasn't a ship. <br> <br> It wasn't an oil rig. <br> <br> It wasn't a weather baloon. <br> <br> 'it's a fucking UFO!' I said. <br> <br> my brother tends to be even more skeptical than I when it comes to things of this nature, but I think he actually agreed with me. <br> <br> I thought to myself, as I watched this glowing disk get bigger and bigger, brighter and brighter before my eyes, this is it. This will be mankinds first contact with an intelligent alien life form. the occupants of that spaceship, which is apparently headed straight for us, will come face to face with humanity, for the first time ever, and we, two tripping fools, will be humanity's representatives. <br> <br> I was convinced not only that this was going to happen, but that it would be an historic occasion. I wasn't afraid; rather I looked forward to being my species' ambassador to these weary space travellers. I wasn't even scared that they were going to take me away; I thought it would be neat to see the inside of their spaceship. <br> <br> Well, we stared at it for another minute or two, and when it got to the point where it was obvious that we were looking at a half-disk, I blurted out 'it's the fucking MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!'. We proceeded to roll in the sand laughing for about a half hour, then continued with our trip.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1989</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,654</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1989&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1989&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>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The first time I took acid was with friends, which is the best way to do it. We were in a bar, drinking, and the guy (whose name shall be J.) said he'd picked up the acid, and we should go do it now. I said sure, and him, his girlfriend 'L.', and I went down to the basement of the bar, which was empty. There were some tables there and we split up the goods: one hit each. I'd read up on acid and its effects beforehand, mostly through the USENET FAQ, but I remember thinking of another friend's words: that he hadn't known what to expect when he first took acid, for all he knew he was going to die. Of course, having thought this it occurred to me that I should think of this kind of thing, 'cause it might bring on a bad experience. Having thought this I wondered if knowing I should have good thoughts would be enough to get rid of bad thoughts and thus ward off a bad experience. Realizing I was floudering in a sea of ignorance, I proposed we go back upstairs and finish our drinks. <br> <br> My friends agreed, and I felt better immediately. After we finished the pitcher we went walking around town a bit. It was a late autumn night, and the air was cool, but still comfortable. I was a bit tense, and paying attention to my every perception. I thought I felt something so I asked my friends and they said, no they didn't feel anything. We went to a party store to pick up some whisky and coke-bottles to mix it in, then we headed towards a park. We ran into a friend who had a very intense personality, and L. said she thought it was 'cause he'd done a lot of the drug that we were currently on. I thought about this a bit, but wasn't worried about it at all, for some reason. I felt a light buzz tingling my body, like something exciting was going to happen. We went to the park. The moon was out and everything was clear, and I realized that the night was clearer than I'd ever noticed. The tree-branches were more clearly defined than I'd ever seen. We sat on a hill and smoked some herb, and talked about stuff. We were no different than any other people who might be sitting there talking about life and the people we knew and our jobs and what we wanted to be doing a year from then, only we were buzzing and everything around us looked sharper and more alive. <br> <br> After a bit, L. got up and said she'd be right back, and she took off running down the hill, and ran around in a large circle through the park, her arms open. Then she came back, and rolled down the hill, and came back. J. was watching and smiling, and I was looking up at the trees again. It occurred to me how much the trees did look like fractals, and suddenly the mathematical beauty of the trees was clearer to me. The complex mysterious equations that dictated how the trees were pushed up out of the ground towards the sky were suddenly more apparent; and I also realized how these equations dictated the growth of the grass, the rolling of the hills, even our very bodies. I had a sudden respect for the complexity of things, with an intensity that I hadn't had before, and this complexity seemed sharper in everything I turned my eyes towards. I made myself remember that moment, and wondered if I'd have any more insights, but we just kept talking and walking around, and everything was sharp and in focus, and eventually we ended up going to our separate homes and that was that. I didn't die, I didn't achieve enlightenment, but I did have a good time and eventually wrote a haiku about trees looking like fractals.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1990</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,213</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1990&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1990&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>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> 'Having read _Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas_ numerous times, and given that I was planning a trip to Vegas to meet some old college buddies for a weekend, I decided that I'd try a hit before boarding the plane. Having only done this 2 previous times, there was a bit of nervousness. Many thoughts of losing it and running rampant through the plane with drool spilling from my lips were streaming through my mind, but I decided that it would be worth the effort. It was. I'd highly recommend this, especially if you are an experienced intrepid traveller. I had no problems on the plane. Was over whelmed with the flight, the earth below, and the sunset that I got to experience on the flight into LV. <br> <br> It began with a glorious flight down the Oregon and California coast. The teeny-tiny patterns in the ocean waves were trigger enough for many a visual explosion. Highly intellectual journey as well. I was reading some book on philosophy at the time and was blown away. Landed in San Jose and actually had to have the wits about myself to switch planes. All went well. It was tough at times to keep from breaking out in uncontrollable laughter, but eventually was seated on the window again for the final leg of my journey. The desert and the mountains were just gorgeous from 30,000 feet, and the sunset was indescribable, not to mention the vision of the strip as we circled around to land. The rest of the evening was a really good time, but the flight in was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I'm damn glad I did it.'<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1991</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,395</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1991&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1991&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), 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">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 --> I was 18, and I had been backpacking through Asia with my father, who had hidden two hits of blotter inside his camera. He was planning on finding a place to give me the LSD as sort of a 'rite-of-passage.' He himself had recently had a very minor cocaine related 'heart-episode' and was reluctant to take any chances with the LSD this time around. <br> <br> So, about 2 months into our travels, we found ourselves on a houseboat on Lake Dal in Srinigar, the capital of Kashmir. Talk about paradise! Thousands of beautiful wooden houseboats, canoe-like boats called 'shikaras' that paddled from houseboat to houseboat selling food, hashish, trinkets etc.... No motor are allowed on Lake Dal, so it was quiet except for the sound of eagles screeching, kids playing and the 'Call to Prayer' wafting periodically through the air. Indian tea served in the morning and the afternoon... Truly paradise. <br> <br> We're sitting on our houseboat, and a shikara comes up carrying a middle-aged couple. The male was standing up in the boat singing an Irish drinking song. A real personality. He was a total blue-collar, pub-scrapping Irishman who worked for many years as a welder, but discovered that he was a mathematical genius, put himself through school, and now is a professor at a prestigious university in England - all the while remaining course, vulgar, happy, and drunk on whiskey. In any event, they shared our boat with us and we became good friends. <br> <br> We traveled together, the four of us, to Ladakh, the Tibetan region of India, high in the Himalayas. We stayed in a village called Leh which was as Tibetan a village as you could find. <br> <br> (and before I get flamed for being a stupid tourist, please understand that this was a number of years ago... ok - I'll accept the criticism of being a stupid tourist) <br> <br> At some point, Dad & I decided that this was the place where I should be initiated into the world of psychedelics. I started by taking a quarter of a hit. When John (the Irishman) got wind of this, he expressed interest, and the second hit was given to him. After about 30 minutes, I felt nothing, so I took another quarter. Another 30 minutes passed, another quarter. I ended up taking all four quarters = a full hit. <br> <br> Still nothing had happened. My father and I climbed up the mountain to a cemetary above the village. They call the landscape in this part of Tibet a 'moonscape,' and truly, aside from the whitewashed Buddhist Stupas that aparently marked graves, it looked as beautiful and desolate as photographs of the surface of the moon. <br> <br> The village was below us, a maze of adobe-like buildings and narrow winding streets. All of a sudden, something began to change within my body. I was feeling a bit of a change. At that moment, the Call to Prayer for the villages few moslems began, amplified by a cheap speaker mounted on one of the village mosque's minarets. I stood up and a giant grin came over my face. I was tripping. <br> <br> Dad and I walked the winding path down the mountain back into the village, with me giggling and describing the sensations I was feeling along the way. We ran into John who was sitting outside of our rooms looking at flowers. <br> <br> So there we were - two first time trippers, tripping our balls off in this village, with shit-eating grins on our faces, smoking bidis like fiends and generally making fools of ourselves. <br> <br> I have rarely had acid since that has been as powerful as this was. Both of us experienced tremendous distortions in time. I remember lighting a cigarette and tripping for an eternity on the surrounding countryside, returning to my cigarette only to discover that less than a millimeter had been burned. <br> <br> The Tibetans knew something was up, and there was a constant parade of beautiful teenage Tibetan girls coming around to flirt with us and watch us. We were in a garden-area, and there was a really old guy who seemed to live in the garden. He'd kneel in the garden and pray for hours on end, spinning his prayer wheel. I can still remember really tripping on the sound of his wheel spinning around and around. <br> <br> At some point we ran out of cigarettes and had to make the excursion into the village to buy more. Imagine two tripping fools cruising into the Tibetan equivalent of a 7-11 laughing uncontrollably and trying to buy cigarettes. <br> <br> The streets were muddy, and as we waled to and from the store, we passed dozens of strange and exciting people - people leading water buffalo, Tibetan monks, naked kids, Kashmiri traders and carpet salesmen, etc.... It was like a circus and it was (naturally) enhanced by the drug. <br> <br> My father had told me that one thing he really enjoyed when doing LSD was looking at himself in the mirror and watching the flesh on his face melt off. <br> <br> Sure enough, when I tried, I got the same results. I haven't been able to reproduce it since. I thought it was hilarious. <br> <br> Anyway, as often is the case with LSD, after 10 hours or so, it got a little tiring. I started coming down and John started getting a little weird. I remember him running down the road saying 'The cloud is a fucking fish,' or something like that, then laying down in a field of rubble and laughing and laughing... <br> <br> It hasn't been as good as that since. It sure was a great place to learn about the power and beauty of LSD.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1994</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1992</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,348</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1992&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1992&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">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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had a trip from hell experience. I was driving up to Milwaukee to see Jerry Garcia over thanksgiving break. Getting there about 5 hours early me and my friend ran into someone in a Van selling jewlery, chains and LSD (GO FIGURE!). I bought four and split them with my friend. We then headed over to the Milwaukee Museam of Art. After going through there for a few hours with great enjoyment we left to walk back to the bradly Center. The building that housed the art was across the expressway and you had to walk over the overpass and through a parking garage. <br> <br> I was starting to really peak and we ended up getting lost somewhere in leaving the garage and ended up in a construction site. After working our way through that we got hopelessly lost. Finally after getting back near the Bradly center we stoped into a cafe to get something to eat (don't ask me what made me think I wanted to eat) I ordered some screwed up combo like onion rings soup and coffee. This old grouchy lady was the watress and one of two employees. The place was filled with deadheads. I was dressed fairly conservativly in Jeans and a sweater. All of them were really messed up. She constantly bitched about how hard her job was and just in general was rude to everyone.. She looked at me and said 'You are the only normal one in here' at that point I grimaced and burst out in uncontrolable smiles and laughter. She then said 'I don't know whats going on in here, your crazy too.' <br> <br> I tried to pull my self together and gave my food to a hippie girl who had nothing to eat and was going in some caravan to California. I walked over to the Bradly center and was looking for the entrance, we were waiting up against the wall when two people right up in front of us I guess asked someone for doses, then three guys dressed as dead heads tied thier hands together with that plastic psudohandcuff ties and said , Milwaukee police, your under arrest, operation so and so etc.. this is where the trip went increasingly down hill. <br> <br> After getting into the concert Still shook up and with my asthma giving me problems from being out in the cold so long I listened to I think the first four songs. Then I was overcome with depression and had to walk out.. I sat on the interior stairs of the center and cryed, telling my friend what a looser I thought I was, and how my life was worthless. Then I thought I was going to quit breathing, I wanted to call the paramedics and go to the hospital, but my friend talked me out of it, knowing what a mess that would be.. Finally after about an hour of thinking about everything that was bad and depressing to think about I pulled myself together. Some deadhead was so fucked up he fell down the stairs on top of me and by that time the concert was over. <br> <br> I then went out to my car, did more mental acrobatics and drove home. I stoped at dennys after getting back to illinois and order more soup, god knows why?... After attempting to eat some and drink a little coffee I looked down at my soup, the carots looked like 'Steal Your Face' logos floating in beef broth... Very Strange... .I really have nothing more to say except that It was a trip to hell... However I did learn alot from it so I guess the pain wasn't completly worthless...<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1993</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,259</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1993&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1993&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), 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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> three great things that go great together. <br> <br> it was most likely a fairly irresponsible thing to do, but since I was tandem I didn't fret about it. Would definitly not recommend doing this if you've never jumped or are doing a solo. <br> <br> The entire afternoon that I was out at the jump site was amazing. the sky was filled with an almost snow-like scene, except every speck was alive and moving with the music coming from some guy's car stereo. Whenever a parachutist would come down, the specks would seem to glide out of the way and then slowly refill the void. <br> <br> the actual jump was beyond explanation. when the airplane door opened at 9000' it was like I was transported back in time and was being born. an almost ethereal peace settled over me and then I let go of the plane's strut and floated off. At this point it was almost a mental and emotional overload as every part of me tried to come to grips with weightlessness and seeing the ground so far away with the wind rushing by at seemingly supersonic speeds. the sunset created the best visuals I've ever experienced before. the rays were racing around the clouds and intertwining with each other creating beautiful landscapes in the sky. when the chute opened the entire scene shifted again to something almost pastoral. greens became really deep and livid and the river was undulating across my field of vision. every aspect of my vision seemed alive and moving with graceful motions. the touch down was extremely soft and pleasant and my body became a part of the field and everything seemed to be cheering and clapping and generally being excited by the whole affair. <br> <br> that explanation doesn't really do justice to the experience, but it's always good to share good trips in some way. has anyone else done something similar with good results? again, I wouldn't recommend doing something like this, but it just so happened that I did it. wasn't planned at all, it just came together to create one of the best trips 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: 1995</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1994</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: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 10,039</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1994&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1994&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">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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My next door nieghbor and i do a lot of acid but he was in charter during this time so he came home on pass. i went over to his house and we decided to get some acid. so i was looking all day but couldn't find any so i was gonna go to the store with this one crazy guy who buys me beer and he asked this guy if he had any weed he said no but he had acid. so i met up with him at his apartment complex and got 14 hits of acid. went back to my house and called my friend and he came over so we each ate 5 hits of mad hatter acid. <br> <br> i started to feel real fucked up really fast so i told my friend to go home and call me in a half an hour, because i felt like i couldn't even talk or move so when he did not call me in 2 hours i went up to his balcony and opened his window i thought i saw two people in there but i was trippin' hard so he jumps out of his window naked and pushed me! and i said what the hell are you doing and he kept on saying he was a pure ball of energy. so i said put some clothes on and lets go to the park, because we had this park in our nieghborhood we liked to trip in. but he didnt and just climbed down his balcony naked and started walking around. <br> <br> then my other friend showed up to buy the reamaining 4 hits i had. and my friend tried to push him and he socked him but it didnt faze him. so he started walking down a main roud at like 3:30 am and i stayed in front of his house trying to think of what to do when i saw a cop car fly by so i went down to the corner and my friend got mased by a cop and when the cops asked me if i had any lsd tonight i said no and they shined the light in my eyes and still didnt know!!!!!!! but the cops face was just melting but i will never forget that night ......it's stuck in my mind.<!-- 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: 1995</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 14,280</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1995&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1995&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></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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Dear fellow trippers <br> <br> 1 1/2 weeks ago my friend David and I had an extremely traumatic experience which I am sure will make all of you even more convinced that the police are a bunch of fucking bastards and that the system (wherever you are) stinks to high heaven. <br> <br> But first let me tell you about the circumstances of this experience. 5 days earlier I went to a huge rave (about 6000 people) in Cape Town, South Africa (where I live and where this whole story is set) ; I dropped a cap of acid and had the most uplifting, euphoric experience of my life. There were no fantastic visuals or anything - in fact 4 rfiends had caps from the same batch and said they were practically duds. Anyway , my trip was so good that I thought I must be the luckiest person out of all the thousands of people there ; I won't go into much more detail about it cause there are no words to appropriately describe what I had experinced. The point of this is that when it came to the trip Dave and I were to have later that week, I *knew* that it would be good; I was still basking in the glory of the one at the rave. <br> <br> This was also to be our first trip outside of clubs or raves ,so I was nervous but excited with anticipation. The night before we went to a club to buy the acid - we only got one cap to split between us, but this was a double-dipped silver surfer flown in fresh from Amsterdam that afternoon, so we presumed we had made a prety good purchase. <br> <br> Now for the main part of the story. The next evening Dave and I went to the shopping complex at the cape Town waterfront and bought tickets for the animated film Pocahontas. At 5.15 we went into the cinema and dropped our half-tabs. Half an hour and that lovely tingling feeling we know so well began. After an hour or so I was getting very restless and sucking furiously on the lollypop I had. But I was determined to follow the plot of the movie right to the end and in fact I did - despite sometimes getting lost in arbitary little details of the animation, and becoming aware that the walls around me were changing colour. <br> <br> Then the movie ended and... bang! pow! ..the trip kicked in so hard I didnt know what hit me! We could hardly get out of our seats cause everything was so fucked up. When we made it outside the archway with pictures on the walls was warping hectically and I felt warm with pleasure and weirdness. Dave and I needed to go for a piss and when I stood at the urinal I thought peeing was the funniest stupidest thing in he world. We then proceeded to walk around the shopping centre, amazed at the wonderful sights and sounds that hit us. There was a funny old dude playing the piano- this sounded like the most hectic happy hardcore we'd ever heard. I watched David's lollypop pulsating while he told me that he was seeing it leave long trails when he waved it around. <br> <br> We took a stroll outside where it was really cold, so decided to go to the car to fetch our jackets. At the parking lot there was a security guard who seemed to be watching our every move. Now in the car we had a couple of joints waiting for us (this was to be yet another first for us - smoking up while peaking on acid) but I said to Dave that we'd better leave that for now because the security guard was making me a bit nervous... she was looking straight at us and talking into her radio... I didn't want any cops to come roaming around looking for someone like us to pounce on. So anyway we left the car and I forgot about being worried and continued to enjoy my superb trip. <br> <br> We headed for the BMW pavilion where they have luxury cars hanging from the ceiling - this was intensly amusing - and clean , smooth decor ,polished floors etc which was very pleasing to look at. But of course we wanted some more adventure, so we headed back towards the shopping centre... when we came to cross a road I remarked to Dave that I could feel the sounds of the passing cars deep within me, but all he could do was burst out laughing in reply. <br> <br> Back at the shopping centre we went into a sweet shop filled with millions of brightly colored sweets; I somehow managed to buy a long stick of gum and when we came out of the shop I just began playing with it in my hands cause I didnt know what else you were supposed to do with it ; I also marvelled ( and laughed my head off) at how I had actually managed to acquire this gum. <br> <br> We walked into a shop that we just couldnt understand; it had a whole lot of interestig-looking stuff with people looking very interested in everything, so we tried to look interested but simply couldnt. So we walked out and just strolled around feeling like we were about to explode with energy any second, every now and then closing eyes to see everything rushing towards us and expecting (and wanting ) to be swallowed up by the ground at any moment. We went into a bookstore which had the most unbelievably brightly coloured magazines, toys, books, stationery, floor, ceiling , shelves, etc. I saw other people looking interested in the things people are normally interested in looking at, like magazines and cd's , so I tried to do the same to look a bit normal; but trying to concentrate on anything just made me more inclined to stare at the stupidest things, like blank paper, pencils, etc. <br> <br> We sat on a bench in the middle of the complex where we could just watch evereything happening around us. I said to Dave that it looked like people were all walking leaning to the side, so he told me that he could tell what type of people they were by the way they walked. <br> <br> After a bit more walking around feeling very amused with ourselves, we decided to go out to the car to get the dope that was waiting for us. On the way to the parking lot I remembered the gum, so we proceedede to stuff our mouths with the stuff ...a thoroughly satisfying experience. Once inside the car Dave noticed that same bitch of a security guard staring at us from some distance, so we just remained calm and chilled out for a while, enjoying the gum and the pictures behind our closed eyes. After a while we got out adn opened the boot to get the joints... we were planning on goin for a walk towards a darker area so that we could smoke them without being seen, but at this moment there were still a few too many peolpe around so we sat in the front of the car again chewing furiously on the gum and laughing and carrying on like complete loonies. <br> <br> Eventually we couldn't contain oursselves any longer - we just *had* to smoke. So we decided that we would walk to the exit of the parking lot and along the road that lead out of there towards Sea Point (a suburb) - this was a dark and quiet road and we thought it would be okay to smoke as we walked along. Before we got out of the car, I was agonizing over what to do with my gum, cause I didnt want to smoke with it ins my mouth but it was so good that I had to save it for later; so I was immensely pleased with myself when I left this huge glob perched on top of the steering wheel. <br> <br> We got out of the car with our joints in our pockets and went round to the back to put something (can't remember what) in the boot. As we were getting ready to close the boot and move on, I noticed a police van drive slowly past... it then stopped almost directly opposite us and when I looked at the driver our eyes locked in one terrifying moment. We started walking away and I saw out of the corner of my eye the reverse lights of the van come on and it backed slowly after us. I was now panicking . I _knew_ that the cops were now onto us and I was desperate to get away to avoid being arrested for being in possesion of dope. We were going towards the exit of the parking lot now and I couldn't understand why Dave was so calm about all of this - didn't he know that the cops were about to get us? I tried to tell him to head back towards the shopping centre where we could get lost in the crowd, but he was just asking dumb questions about what direction we would take to Sea Point. I realized that it must be the trip thats making me paranoid (this happend on a previous trip - where I became terrified and it turned out to be my imagination ; when I realised this ,the trip turned into one of the best I'd ever had ) <br> <br> So with difficulty, I followed Dave's lead and continued walking with him. But I couldn't shake this feeling of fear, especially after walking past yet another cop van (although this one was empty)... all the goodness of the trip up to now had been converted into gut-wrenching panic; I was acutely aware that we were being watched - particularly by the police. I heard voices which I sensed were talking about how to get us. As we left the parking lot and started along that dark road I was sure I saw that same van circling the area from which we had just come, and I was expecting it -and other cops - to come and get us at any moment now. I thought about getting rid of the dope now while we still had the chance, but then I saw how cool and collectde Dave looked adn I thought he would think I was silly to waste perfectly good joints. <br> <br> I desperately tried to hang onto the rationallity that seemed to come to Dave so easily, but the more I did so the more I thought about how we were walking straight into a carefully laid trap... I thought about going to prison and my 'normal' friends and the rest ofsociety condemning me; I thought about how I would bring shame to my parents and relatives - and also how I had just blown my chance to continue with the fun , free life I had been living at this time, though this idea seemed insignificant in contast with the shit we were getting ourselves into at this very moment. All this time though there was a slender thread of hope I could still cling to - the knowledge that I was, after all, tripping and I could be compleely freaked out because of that alone. <br> <br> This thread of hope disappeared completely when the cop van drove up and stopped beside us. Oh fuck! My heart was pounding. The guy in the van talked to us in a very strange way. He was telling us something about people breaking into cars in the parking lot and he wanted to check if ours was okay. In between sentences he was speaking into his radio saying '... we've got two guys here...' or something like that... I knew that we were being stalled while backup cops were being called. He was asking us where we were going and why we would park our car at the Waterfront if we were going to Sea point. I was glad that Dave was still calm enough to handle the situation. He was acting innocent and seemed to be speaking very sensibly, so I let him do all the talking - later I found out that Dave actually had _no idea_ what was going on cause he was so tripped out - meanwhile I was (even in my petrified state) very impressed and relieved that he was putting on such a good act. Dave suggested we walk back to the parking lot; the cop agreed with this - aparently Dave had the idea all the time that this cop was actually tryig to help! So back we headed ,and what does this dickhead of a cop do? He follows slowly at about 20 metres behind us, headlights watching every movement we make. I was saying to Dave 'how the hell are we going to get rid of this dope?' Despair. We couldn't drop it now - the cop would see. <br> <br> Then Dave turned round and stopped walking. By this time he had also become suspicious but luckily wasnt nearly as freaked out as I was. The fucking bastard then sped up to us so quickly and stppped so close that he almost knocked us down. He told us to hop in and as he rolled slowly by and I realised that we would be heading straight back in his van I took the opportuniy to slip th ejoint out of my pocket and let it fall silently to the ground. Walking round the back of the van to the passenger side I noticed with horror that Dave hadn't yet got rid of his. I whispered loudly 'drop it, drop it!' and just before he climbed in the van he too had flicked away the joint. <br> <br> We sped quickly back to the parking lot where the cop dropped us off ,only to be greeted by another one of the jerks. This one also began asking stupid questions and trying to get us to give ourselves away by not knowing where 'our' car was - meantime the first idiot had dropped us in a parking lot with hundreds of cars; it would take anyone a few moments to get their bearings and work out were they had parked. At first I was babbling incoherently back at this second cop, fully aware that he would think I was acting very suspiciously, but then I thought: now wait a minute! we're safe now. Fuck the stupid cop. I angrily showed him the keys which I took from my pocket (unfortunately I didnt have the wit at that moment to also tell him to shove his head up his ass) and went to the car - which Dave had now found - an loudly demonstrated how the key fitted the lock perfectly. <br> <br> At this point I noticed with disbelief that the lump of gum I had left on the steering wheel was gone ; I was now *convinced* that while the cops had happily kept us stalled out on that dark road, they were busy searching our car for drugs. I was shocked and relieved that we had in fact had the dope with us out there and not left it in the car... it turned out , however, that this whole idea was just fantasy (the gum had dropped to the floor of the car) but this idea did contribute to the rush of thoughts and contemplation I had a short while later while we were sitting down outside the shopping centre again trying to get over this ordeal. <br> <br> What I thought about and discussed with Dave, while I awas physically shaking and feeling very nervous and fragile, was how it is so crazy and unfair that the police and society consider us to be criminals - I mean , if someone asks me if I have comted a crime I'll say no, but according to the law I should have been put in jail long ago. Why is it that taking drugs is offensive when it harms no one (not even the user, if he is not stupid about it) ; if I was in another group of friends I might have been into drinking gallons of beer. But of course this is _fine_, and even encouraged in society! And then theres the police. It seems that they are just out to harass us; when they were watching us in that parking lot they just decided that two young guys just having fun must be up to something that posed a danger to society! Yeah, right! <br> <br> Anyway , all this thinking was getting me extremely distressed, so we went to the CD store and listened to some music through headphones to try to get ourselves up again. Somehow Dave managed to get his trip gooing well again but when I closed my eyes while listening to the music I saw frightening images of people all around me watching me and I could sense their suspicion ofme. The music did help slightly, not by relaxing me, but by giving me a sense of familiarity, of something I knew and liked. I felt a little more comforable. <br> <br> When we left that store all remaining traces of my trp, except for a feeling of nervousness, vanished. Dave was still having a good time - the experience had obviously not affeced him as harshly as it had affected me - which made me feel more and more pissed off, as the evening wore on , that the cops had done me out of a perfectly good trip. <br> <br> Well, thats the end of this story... right now it is perhaps too soon after this experience to have learnt anything from it; I am still feeling really resentful and feel that I have an unfinished trip that I have to make up sometime. I won't go on preaching my views now... you can take what message you will from this story.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1996</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 16,038</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1996&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1996&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), 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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have had acid a number of times before, and since, this night but this was probably the most intense experience. I was between 16 and 18 years of age and already experienced in taking acid. <br> <br> A few friends and myself had procured some acid from a friend of a friend. They were delivered to us by the friend with the notion that they were 'double dip' and would therefore cost more (around £4.50 rather than £3), however I was told that they would not be double the strength but still stronger than a single dose. As it turned out I have had 3 1/2 blotters and not tripped out to this degree. <br> <br> One of my friend’s parents were going away for the night so him and his sister threw a party. Myself and a few other friends took the acid in a nearby house and then headed over to the party straight away. Now I’ve had acid that has taken 3 hours to come up, but normally it takes an hour or two. However this time it felt as if we were coming up on the walk round, which was only 10 minutes at the most. <br> <br> We arrived at the house to find that the Parents had not yet left. We were invited in and handed drinks. The father of the house was sitting watching a chess tournament on tv. By this time I was definitely feeling the effects and struggling to hold on. Glances at the rest of the group confirmed that they were feeling the same. My friend’s father started talking us through the game explaining how the two players had played each other fifteen years before and had replicated the first ten moves of that match in some kind of elaborate mind game. This was just a bit more than I could stand. After a while (god knows how long, I certainly don’t) the parents left and the night progressed. The party filled up and became very hectic. <br> <br> It’s a haze now but I remember laughing constantly and uncontrollably for a long while. After a point I wanted to phone home and tell my parents that I would be staying out tonight because like a fool I hadn’t thought ahead and made excuses. Being apocalyptically tripping I didn’t want to use the phone in the house as I thought that people would play pranks on the other extension and there was no way was my mind flexible enough to cope with such high jinks. The idea came to me to walk to the nearest phone box, which was at the end of the street outside a string of shops. I asked for volunteers for my journey but none were forthcoming. After a period of trying to string enough sentences together to convince someone to go I decided to make the walk alone. <br> <br> Reaching the payphone was suprisingly easy however it was already taken. This small setback seemed like a huge blow to my ambitions of making a phone call. Not wanting to hang around outside the shops, due to intense feelings of self-consciousness bordering on paranoia, I decided to go into a shop to waste a few moments of time. Stumbling into a off-licence I was hit by the bright fluorescent lights. I walked in squinting to see the local nutter in there being served. The man had hassled myself and a friend previously, after another acid night, on the walk home. He didn’t seem violent at all but was random, insistent and intrusive (at least last time he was). Putting my head down pretended to be intensely interested in some crisps. The nutter left and I managed to stagger out of the shop with a drink. <br> <br> I returned to the payphone to find it still full. It seemed like a long time in the shop so thinking that it was getting very late, and being a bit on edge from dealing with the ! experience alone, I decided to walk even further to another payphone which was at a junction of 5 side roads. <br> I headed of down the road peering into the distance. I could see the first 20 or so yards reasonably clearly however after that it was a bit of a haze. As I focused it seemed as if the road repeated those first 20 yards endlessly into the distance. I had been walking now for what seemed like a long time and still couldn’t see the end. Suddenly I was standing at the end of the road. It opened in to a concrete clearing on which 5 roads sprang from similar in design to a cannabis leaf. I had walked down what I though was the diagonal road second from the right, When I emerged however I was on the horizontal far right road. This confusion shocked me deeply. I just couldn’t get my head round the juxtaposition of which road I thought I should have merged from and where I was standing. After what felt like an eternity I managed to map the area in my mind and convince myself that I hadn’t flipped realities or teleported or whatever I thought was going down. <br> <br> I then proceeded onto the telephone call home. I struggled to recollect the number but finally managed to punch in something I thought was a close approximation. A women’s voice answered and I didn’t recognise it. Rather than explain “wrong number” and hang up, I was so disjointed I made a couple of inarticulate sounds and hung up. As soon as the phone disconnected I realised that it was my mother’s voice that I had just hung up on. Now in some kind of panic I struggled to find any small change and just flung in the first coin I had. I managed against the mental randomness to explain to my mother that I was staying out, I was very drunk, it was me on the last call I and had dropped the phone. <br> <br> Task done I headed back to the party. As I walked back my mind, which had been taken up completely by the logistics of the phone call, began to truly wander and I realised that I couldn’t remember How old I was, what day it was, whether I was in school, sixth form or whatever. I couldn’t recollect if it was the holidays or just a normal weekend. When I tried to think of my life up to this night it seemed like abstract templates and half notions that wouldn’t stay still and definite. Through a Herculean effort I managed to sweep aside such concerns and returned to the party. <br> <br> The difference between the dark and still night outside to the party inside was quite extreme. A constant background murmuring of noise, activity in almost every square inch of my visual axis, and random detached snatches of conversation drifting across my consciousness. The contrast wasn’t helped by a prank it seemed everyone in the party had decided to play on me, which was to shout my name at me as I walked in to the main lounge. The sight of dozens of faces all pissed some tripping looking at you and shouting your name while tripping yourself was not pleasant, but it was a surprise. <br> <br> I managed after a short while to get back into the rhythm of the party and enjoyed myself for the next few hours. However the drama had not finished yet. I was sitting outside with a few friends in the back garden. One of their friends, who I hardly new, was a bit of a ruffian. He had also had the acid and was going a bit mental. He was talking constantly to the group pacing the garden. The group listened to him and laughed occasionally. I laughed along with the group politely while looking for an excuse to leave as it was obvious that this guy was losing it and could turn violent. Whether he could sense my uncomfortableness or just didn’t like the look of me I don’t know, he suddenly stared at me and asked what I was laughing at. Were there was laughter it fell into intense silence. It is hard to explain the sudden dropping feeling that came over me as he made his challenge. There was laughter and a warm fuzzy feeling, then suddenly a deep dropping sensation, silence, a sudden sharp coldness, and a feeling that I was on the spot and had to respond as a failure to could result in violence, to me by him. This sudden flip of events shocked me so severely that I could only manage that I was laughing at nothing. This didn’t help matters much and it was only the intervention of mutual friends which calmed the mad fucker down. I left the garden and went inside. I managed to brush of the confrontation and enjoy the rest of the night. The ruffian later apologised for the outburst. <br> <br> Sorry for the length, it has actually been quite cathartic typing out the experiences. It is hard to truly recall the feeling of being on LSD. Even recalling this night, which is one of the clearest memories I have on LSD, seems like telling the story of the story and not the actual events themselves. <br> <br> <br> <!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1590</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,167</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1590&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1590&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), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=10"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/logo_copehead.jpg" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is a report on the first time I had a really unpleasant experience with psychedelics. Since that experience, I have had a few others that were 'bad' in one sense or another, but nothing quite like the gut wrenching terror of this experience. This occurred fairly early in my tripping career. I was 18 years old, just out of high school. It was approximately one year after my first trip. I had tripped approximately 15-20 times over the course of that year, and thought I knew what I was doing. I was very overconfident. <br> <br> It started off normally enough. A friend called and said she could get me some acid. I went to see her and bought enough for myself and my companions. She told me it was very good stuff, and mentioned a couple of people had flipped out on it. I was unconcerned. <br> <br> I returned home and took two hits. My friends likewise ingested theirs. One girl, a good friend of mine and one of my roommate's girlfriend (we'll call her S) was trying LSD for the first time. Immediately after ingestion, I left to give my brother a ride to the place he was staying. <br> <br> After dropping him off I went to a convenience store nearby to get a beverage. As soon as I walked in I realized I was feeling the acid. This was maybe T+20 minutes. Already things were beginning to undulate and move. A sign for chili looked alive. I grabbed what I was there for and got the hell out of there. <br> <br> The ride home was interesting. It started to rain and I was starting to trip harder. I was a little tense to be driving while tripping but I made it home safely. When I got inside, my roommates were watching the end of Brazil. I sat down and watched the rest of it with them, even though I hadn't seen much of the beginning or middle. <br> <br> This was a mistake. If you have ever seen Brazil, you know exactly what I mean. The end of this movie is very dark, very surreal, and very disturbing. Anyone who knows anything about set and setting would realize that was not the best thing to be watching as a powerful acid trip came on... <br> <br> After the movie we sat around and listened to music. I was really tripping, probably as hard as I had ever tripped before. The posters on the wall were breathing and crawling out over their normal boundaries. S was running around like most first timers, going off about everything. <br> <br> About this time, two girls, A and B, showed up. They asked if anyone wanted to go hang out with them. B was an exgirlfriend of mine. One of my roommates, E, and I decided to go with them. This was my second mistake. <br> <br> We drove around town looking for 'something to do' (a party). We ended up at another friend of mine's house. There were several people there drinking beer and one or two who were tripping as well. We went in and sat down to hang out. <br> <br> There were many people around. I started to get confused as to what was going on around me. In fact, little or nothing was going on, but I was being overwhelmed by the presence of so many people. B left to go get someone or something and M (a friend of both of ours) decided to play a little joke on me. <br> <br> He told me (at least I think he did, I was pretty tripped out!) that B had taken some LSD. This shocked me, since she had always been uninterested in it before. He also told me she wanted to rekindle things with me. Why he told me these things I do not know. Perhaps he thought it would be funny. I think he was tripping as well, so maybe he was just going off on some weird head noise of his own. In any case, it severely fractured my already tenuous grip on reality. <br> <br> I was suddenly very worried about B. I thought she had just taken her first hit of LSD, and I knew she shouldn't be out driving if she had. I started to have all these visions of dying, car wrecks, etc. My mind flashed back to my experience earlier in the evening, driving as the acid started to work. In short, I had myself worked up pretty well by the time she returned. <br> <br> When she came back, I quickly pulled her into another room to talk. I started asking her about her trip, if she really wanted to get back together, etc. She was looking at me like I was a total nut. She was fairly inexperienced with dealing with trippers. She tried to straighten me out, but I seemed unable to process anything she was saying. I was just getting more and more tense and confused. She was able to convince me that she wasn't interested in rekindling and that she hadn't taken any LSD. This took her the better part of an hour, and in that time I somehow convinced myself I was in mortal peril. I was convinced I was dying. <br> <br> I was totally adrift. I had no idea what was real. I was peaking on a good dose of LSD, and everyone was just confusing the hell out of me. To be fair, I don't think anyone realized I was losing it until it was too late.One of the guys there who was drinking was screwing around with a screwdriver, pretending to stab himself with it. This seemed unbearably gruesome to me. All my thoughts centered on death. I felt like I was in the middle of a psychedelic hurricane with no way out. <br> <br> I sat down in the corner and closed my eyes. It was the only thing I could think of to do. People continued to try and talk to me, but I ignored them. I heard someone come in, and decided to open my eyes. And what did I see? A giant snake crawling right towards me and my roommate leaving with my ride. <br> <br> My roommate was deathly afraid of snakes, which is why he left. The neighbors had brought over a bull snake to show us. The guy who it belonged to had thought it would be funny to let it go so it would crawl over to me. I just thought that was the final straw. <br> <br> At this point, my mind overloaded and shut down. I just don't know what occurred for the next few hours. I remember a very few things, and I am still not sure what is real and what I hallucinated. I know I kicked everyone out and locked the door. Keep in mind, this wasn't my house I was kicking everyone out of. I did insist that one of my friends, P, stay with me. I wouldn't talk to him, but I wouldn't let him leave either. At some point, he snuck out (I don't blame him. I was probably scaring the hell out of him). <br> <br> I spent the next few hours in hell. I was certain I was dying, or had already died. I kept thinking about heaven and hell, and lots of Christian religious themes. I was raised Christian, but had rejected it long ago. Not as fully as I had presumed, apparently. I was certain that since I was not 'good' as the churches of the Christian world defined it, I must be 'evil'. I went through hours of agony and terror. At some point, I apparently pissed my pants in fear. <br> <br> People came by looking for the guy that lived there. I refused to talk to them, or even acknowledge their existence. I thought they were illusions. <br> <br> After a while, I started to reform my ego. The reality map I came back with was extremely bent, however. I was convinced I was in some kind of Limbo, waiting to die fully. I thought when I ran out of cigarettes, I would simply cease to be. At this point, the idea didn't frighten me any longer. Death would have been a relief. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I was supposed to do some symbolic suicide to move on, and I looked for a gun or knife to do it with. Luckily, there was nothing like that present. <br> <br> One of the guys (the one who had been mock stabbing himself) came down to check on me. I let him in, but wouldn't talk to him much. I was convinced he was some sort of demon who looked like my friend. He talked me into coming next door where everyone was waiting. <br> <br> The scene over there was normal, but it seemed very bizarre to me. I was convinced everyone there was a demon replica of themselves. Their actions seemed inexplicable. Now I realize that it was my mindset that was screwy, but then it seemed the world was replaced with a dark mirror version. <br> <br> We sat around while I tried to make sense of what had just occurred. I was still extremely uneasy. I thought I was down, but I am certain now I wasn't. My friend M had flies buzzing around his head, and I swear I saw one fly into his open mouth and crawl out of his nose. This obviously didn't do much for my state of mind. <br> <br> An hour or so later, my roommate came and picked me up. Actually, most everyone who was still there piled into his VW Bug and drove over to my house to watch a movie. 11 people in a VW, and I know that wasn't a hallucination. When I got home I went and sat in the shower for close to an hour with all my clothes on, trying to figure out what had happened and what was real. Afterwards I felt better, but not all together. I was tempted to quit using psychedelics altogether, but something told me I had to go back at least one more time. <br> <br> At the time, this was the most frightening and unpleasant experience of my life. It is still the worst trip I have ever taken. I realize now that my set and setting were awful, and that I was asking for a bad trip. At that time, I used psychedelics very casually, for recreational purposes. I didn't take any of the insights I gleaned from them very seriously. I was young and had a lot of emotional problems, most of which weren't worked out until years later. In short, I was the perfect candidate for a bad trip. <br> <br> My next few trips were pretty mellow. I did have a few more unpleasant experiences that year, which led to my stopping usage for close to a year and a half. This trip had some profound effects on my life. It caused me to take everything a bit more seriously. I think that if I had had the courage to really face some of the things that had come up, I would have gained more from it. Instead, I chose to run away and stop tripping for a while. <br> <br> I chose to put this experience here as a warning to novice explorers that psychedelics aren't always fun and beautiful. Sometimes trips can be horrifying and ugly. However, those trips tend to show you where you really need to work, if you have the strength to face the issues they bring up. I hope that someone can learn from my bad experience, and possibly avoid one of their own. <!-- 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: 1997</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,119</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1997&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1997&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), 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></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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was late June and I was in Ocean City, Maryland with many of my friends. I was staying on the sixth floor of a hotel overlooking the boardwalk. Every night was a party beer, smoke, ecstasy, and acid. I had tripped four previous times so I knew what it was about, and how it worked, but I never tripped alone before or in an unfamiliar place and that’s where I went wrong. <br> <br> One night we all got tabs, and planned to trip the next evening, but while me and my friend were cutting them up one of the tabs shot out from the scissors and landed directly in a drop of water at the bottom of the sink. I knew it was surely ruined if I didn't take it immediately, so like the idiot that I was I popped it in my mouth without thinking. About twenty minutes later we were passing a bowl of some of the best hydro I have ever seen on the balcony overlooking the boardwalk. I had thirds, I lit up the lighter took a very big inhale and before I took the bowl out of my mouth I was tripping my nuts off, not to mention the fact I was already drunk and very high. I was having the best time at first though I was the only one tripping. Till about two A.M. everyone was up, but then one by one people were leaving and falling asleep, and since I was the only one tripping I was completely awake. <br> <br> As the night wound down the trip got worse and worse as more people left the balcony, until I was the only one left. I knew it was coming and now that I was by myself it was there. The bad trip had overcome me. I tried to fight it every way possible music, cigarettes (I went through three packs in about six hours), and sleep but nothing worked. Everything that can go wrong went wrong. I was having the most horrible visual trip. The sand on the beach showed me the craziest things overlooking it from about six stories. Not to mention the ocean, all the lights around the boardwalk, the heat lightning storm that crept up on me, the crazy looking crack heads and drunks lingering around the boardwalk all hours of the night, and the eerie setting of the balcony with kept appearing to be a mouth only seconds away from swallowing me. <br> <br> Not to mention the visual part the audio part was almost as worse. I was picking up sounds from everywhere. At one point I kept hearing all of these very loud cricket noises, I looked over the balcony and there was a row of bushes, I looked hard and the crickets were racing out of the bushes up the building and right onto my balcony. I jumped up onto my lawn chair and screamed, I looked harder and they all disappeared. I continuously tried to calm myself down and succeeded but of course it didn't last long as the bad trip slowly crept back into my mind. Around six I tried to sleep but it just kept getting worse and worse. I would keep calming myself down, but as soon as I did, not seconds later it was back. <br> <br> In bed I was seeing everything as scary as possible. The wallpaper was getting crazier and crazier and the blankets on my bed in the hotel kept making all of these waving motions almost as something was slowly creeping up on me from under the covers. I could not take it anymore I wanted it to go away more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. I went back out on the balcony and continued my bad trip as it took eons to go away. Eventually it did almost simultaneously with the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen. At the time I believe I got a preview of heaven with amazing sun and green appearing ocean. <br> <br> After that I very quickly became drowsier and drowsier until I was definitely ready for bed. By this time it was a little after nine A.M. I went in and practically immediately passed out and slept until about 2:30 P.M. It was over and I was happy. I hope my frightening account, as hard as it was to write, has warned you of the psychological craziness of LSD and next time you do it be very careful about your surroundings and never trip alone. <!-- 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: 1998</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: Jun 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 12,906</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1998&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1998&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), 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">  </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">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had been tripping for some time, I fell in love with it. I felt as if I were in a fantasy land, and anything I dreamt of was possible. That night me and my best friend decided to trip and walk around the apartment complex. We both took two hits around 8:30. She weighs in at 105 pounds, me 125. Both of our experiences were totally different. Hers was good, mine a living hell. <br> <br> We decided to smoke some weed, because it always enhanced our trip. After a couple of bowls of Hydro, I decided to get something to drink. As I got up, I saw everything distorted, words did not makes sense, and I lost myself in my brain and the drug completely. I called out to my friend, and said 'I'm going to die'. She took me for a walk, and I saw colors and with every step I took, I sunk farther in the ground. I looked at my friend, and she had no body, just a huge face. A car was coming straight at me, and I just stared, she had to pull me out of the way. <br> <br> She took me to her house, and tried to calm me down. As I sat on the carpeted floor, my bones were seeping through my skin, I felt knives stabbing at me, and felt the pain. I literally went crazy. The words didn't come out,the pictures i saw were flashes of the devil, angels, clouds, knives ... all I could think of. My body felt like jello, then rock hard. I eventually came off of it around 8:00a.m in the morning. Till this day, I have permanent trails, and lights seem like stars. In the pitch black, I still see colors, and when I think of an object, I can see it. It has been 3yrs since I tripped, and I feel the effects til this day.<!-- 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: 391</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,880</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=391&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=391&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), Post Trip Problems (8), Difficult Experiences (5)</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">0.5 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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had taken the hit over 2 hrs ago. Nothing yet, some bongs and kegstands nice buzz from them. A purchase of 6 sheets, it CANT be bunk! Very shortly thereafter...WHAM! Instantly in another realm but with the same reality. One moment, laughter, the next, none. Everything a little darker, tinted almost. Large monkeys swarming that tree...Blood steadily dripping off the tip of my middle finger, as though it was running down my arm but gone everytime I looked. Mad eeriness, a surge of negative energy every which way, distance everywhere that was supposed to be close. Wretched mental images that make me flinch at their conception, more distance. Ah yes plunging into the depth of madnessssssss. Gottabracemyselfforthisone. Teeth cracking under the tension. Strange looks and inquiries about my wellness from people I know and people I don't. Fuckthisletmegetthroughit. Shit. 2 hours down, 6 to go Everythingfuzzy. <br> <br> Mentalshutdownjustbreatheseverepanicktotalhorridchaos. There's some strange girl driving me home? I don't quite have any idea what's happening. Cold sweats and rigid shaking. She seems very afraid, just her and I. My dorm finally. Breathe and walk. A choked muttered thank-you. Make it to the room, cold hollow wind noone in sight. In the building, noone. Eternity waiting for the elevator. Can't stand breathing heavy cold sweatingandshaking all senses strange. I am dying. tunnel vision startinnnnnng. stumble into elevator 8 floors to go. At this point I thought death was tapping on my shoulder and telling me to turn around and take it like a man. How ironic is this shit? I am going to be dead by the time I hit the 7th floor. door opens stumble into room and puke the most violentwretchedness in the bathroom. fall to bed. darkness. open eyes. blink.daylight? 8 hrs. later in the exact position.not a wrinkle in my clothes baseball hat perfectly fit onto my head beautiful sunshine. Horrordancinginmemory. <!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1999</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,090</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1999&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1999&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), 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">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 --> The trip began at 12:00 P.M. with 1 hit of blotter paper (I have since realized that I have an incredibly low tolerance for psychedelics). I was over at a friend of mine's house. My friend (now former friend), we'll call her K. also took one hit. We both drank a huge glass of orange juice (Vitamin C supposedly potentiates LSD, although I have read nothing on this subject, so I don't know if it's just a rumor). We were watching movies and the first thing I noticed was a slight increase in color and the fact that K's cigarette had little fire balls following it when she moved it (trails). Nothing much happened for the next 6 hours, when K's friend called to ask if we wanted to come get some marijuana with him. I didn't want to leave because I didn't know if something would happen since we were tripping, but K insisted. <br> <br> K's friend arrived at about 6:00 P.M. and we left with him and some of his friends to get the pot. After we got it we smoked a couple o hits in the car and we headed back home. All of a sudden I felt overwhelmed by something, I flew out of my own body and out the back of the car and I could see myself in a way weirder than an out-of-body because I could see my body in the car and I could see my soul floating above the car all from a different perspective. Everything shifted into cartoon form and looked very fucked up, everything became 2-D and flat. The part of me that was floating above the car changed form so it's now 2-D face grew a zig-zag mustache and one of its eyes became a spinning spiral while the other became a flickering eye of horus, which shot occult symbols out (the symbols were constantly floating around the head). Then the soul's head began spinning and turned into a top on which there were various changing 2-D cartoon faces all with the mustache, eyes, etc. Finaly the face stayed the same, it was the face of my father! <br> <br> (By the way, the other part of me, my body, could be seen in the distance screaming and thrashing about waving its hands about thrashing away strange things which flew around its head). Then a strange 'electrical tornado' crashed down upon the 'top' head. Both bodies crumbled to dust and blew away. My position then shifted so I could see out of every dust particle. The particles then spread throughout the universe and absorbed into everything. I have had near death experiences before and this was exactly the same as the others. I existed in everything simultaneously yet I did not exist myself. I could only experience, I could not act. I then suddenly flashed into a somewhat concensus reality only this reality was just as messed up as what I just experienced. I just sat there in a movie theater wondering why I was watching this stupid movie of some people sitting in a car. Then I realized I was supposed to be in the car !!!!!! I tried to force my self back to reality and was some what successful (I would periodically shift back to movie theater vision). When I finally managed to understand what was going on in the car I heard the driver saying 'I have seen people on ten hits of acid and I have never seen anyone that fucked up before.' I tried to tell everyone what just happened and I couldn't manage to articulate my words enough to do so. <br> <br> I had no idea where I was except that I was in a car, I was scared I thought I would either die or go insane forever. I remember one thought going through my head continuously 'I am the biggest lunatic alive. People will charge admission to see me. My parents will feel I am a disgrace and disown me. All because I know the meaning of it all but cannot explain it.' The strange thing about this thought was that I was not consciously thinking it and yet it was running through my head so clearly I could hear it. <br> <br> When we got back to K's house her parents asked if I was hungry. I felt sick. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it. I stammered an answer and K pulled me upstairs. I told her I was not okay and I fell to the floor of her room. She ran downstairs to get her parents. Suddenly I felt completely fine and ran to catch up with K. She was telling her parents I was ODing and was going to die. I yelled that I was OK, but no one heard me!? Then K and her parents ran upstairs ... right through me. 'Oh Shit', I thought 'I was dead.' I ran after them and saw my own body on the ground completely still. Then I realized that I hadn't been breathing and had no pulse the entire time I was downstairs. Just as I made the realization I snapped back into my body and told them I had just died and become a ghost. They took me to the hospital and to make a long story short, the doctors did nothing except laugh at me and take blood samples. <br> <br> My parents came and picked me up. The only hallucinations I had in the hospital were posters being written in Japanese, Jesus on a cross on a wall talking to me in jibberish, a giant washing machine floating in the middle of the room, out of body experiences (especially when vomitting which occured about 6 times), things becoming cartoon like (again especially while vomitting). Closed eye visuals were so elaborate it is hard to explain them, all of them were 3-D and most of them were 1960's images smiley faces, peace signs, grateful dead bears, etc. or naked people melting together and growing weird limbs and bodily structures all while having intercourse (Note: I didn't close my eyes much because I felt I couldn't open them if I did). That's all folks. Take it for what it's worth, I figure either my tolerance for LSD is extremely low, the pot was laced with something or both. I have also had flashbacks, trails, and mild ego disolution since then. Either way LSD is definitely not getting my recommendation !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<!-- 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: 2000</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: Jun 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 182,393</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2000&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2000&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), 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">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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> LSD is the most amazing physocactive wonder in the entire world. It is a marvel that helps me and many other create a world in there mind that is different from the outside world and one that one can live out all there dreams and nightmares for that matter. <br> <br> I had one of the most wonderful experiances of my life on the wonderful drug of LSD. My dosage was 5 liquid hits and I am at shame to admit my age of only 15 years old with such strong drug experiances. Me and a friend of mine named D. Bought 4 sugar cubes two for each of us. My friend in the car put 5 liquid hits on two cubes (2 on one, 3 on the other) at 12:45 AM. I went home and immediately me and D. dosed all of the hits. <br> <br> It was a over an hour before I started to take any notice and I didn't even take notice until after smoking a boul out of 'big red' properley titled because of it size and after my favorite football team the Nebraska Cornhuskers. Then we went upstairs and started playing a multi-player game on my Nintendo 64 and then it started to begin. <br> <br> I had the most intense feeling to kill everyone in the game. I started shooting anyone and everyone while watching light spectrums on the big screen zooming in and out. I saw tracers fly past every bullet. My heart pounded. After about 25 more mintues I started my very long peak. At which point things got very interesting. <br> <br> This is 100% fact and is in no way shape or form made up. It began with seeing players from the game in the house. I was starting to feel as if I was in the game and I had a gun of my own. I then without any reason at all stuck my face to the tv and for about an hour I thought I was in the game. My friend D. told me I was sitting the whole time but in my mind I would fly around corners shooting my bullets with tracers golare. <br> <br> When I got hit with a bullet I could almost feel it in my body. I started to get upset and started to go insane. Running all over the map shooting anyone and everyone who opposed me. I begain screaming wildly. I remember once I was being chased so bad I aimed the gun at my head and pulled the trigger four times. Each time I could feel the bullet pierce my skin but when I checked nothing had happened. I turned around fell over and began to throw up humungous chunks. I thought I was dying in real life or at least something bad was going to happen. I came down to my computer and wrote the following lines. <br> <br> 'As I sit here I feel as if I am going insane. I see visions of blood, god, warriors and war. I cannot escape it and I fear I will be in this world for the rest of my physcotic life' <br> <br> I know not all what I went through. I have been through very much for my age. In my opinion, LSD is the drug that will help anyone deal with anything.<!-- 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: 2001</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,838</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2001&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2001&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), 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">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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Ok,this is something that affects me till this day. I was 19 years old at the time I had a very bad acid trip that seemed to posess supernatural powers,something very very evil I might add. this happened 8 years ago and I remember it like it was a few weeks ago.. <br> <br> One day, after a morning of smoking rock-cocaine and taking addipex (what a nasty combination !), a friend calls me up and tell me that he had some really potent acid for sale.I was a big-time acid fiend and I was used to doing heavy-duty tripping. anyway, I told him to hold me 3 hits and I would be by later to pick it up. I didn't go over to get the acid until I was somewhat over the horrible feeling when you run out of coke or rock. I was still speeding (if you call addipex speed, i call it trash) from the addipex. I think I ate 2 addipexes that day. ok anyway that afternoon around 5 pm I got the acid and I remember how excited I was to take it because it had an elephant on the hit, it was more red than pink but it was referred to as pink elephant. the hits where still moist, saturated with LSD. I remember wondering if he might have licked my stuff, but I knew he wasn't a acid head. so I thought I would be a badass and take all three hits, even though he told me I wouldn't need more than one. well I took 3 hits under my tongue. they where still joined together as stamps, and I kept them under my tongue for a long time before grinding em up an dissolving it in my mouth. The acid came on slow at first. the first hour I felt the typical acid come on buzz. it wasn't until 3 hours after taking 3 hits of this stuff that things started to get really intense an almost scary. all I know is I ended up at a friend's ( a female) who lived close by my house( I was still doing the driving at this point). well while I was over there at her house we were on her screen porch and she has a couple birds that where in a cage...there was a picture on the wall of an angel and she appeared to be flying directly at me and I was commenting to the girl about it an laughig my ass off. things started to get really freaky,it was almost the 3 hour mark and I remember being so freaked out by the birds an the noises they made that I was ready to leave. I felt an overwhelming rush and my skin looked as though I had millions of intense patterns on it. <br> <br> before I left (this is what caused me also to leave)her mom came and said hello and I thought I was still talking to the girl I was visiting so there I was telling her mom that I was seeing the angel flying all over the room. the girl had to tell her mom I was tripping (her mom was 'cool'). anyway, i left and drove about 2 blocks to another friend's house and he wasn't doing anything that night( he also had stopped doing acid) so I asked him if he would drive for me because I was really starting to trip. he agreed to go with me so off we went to a bar. I said I wanted to go to play poll of all things to do tripping. well we get to this old biker bar and there was a big party going on and hundreds of people but we managed to get the only table there was!! <br> <br> well that is when the acid started to tell me that this was not an ordinary trip..i started to hear noises, the bar started shaking,a little at first then it got violent..as it was shaking I could also hear bottles being hit together as if there was an earthquake an the bottles we hitting against each other. it still wasn't scared,i just felt really funny because not only was the bar an all shaking but it felt like the bottom half of my body was shaking. it felt so strange I asked my friend to leave with me an go outside. when we got outside it got worse so I asked him to drive me to a store to get a beer(even though we where at a bar)..so he drives me toward a store and it was like I could hear chanting. I asked him if he was saying stuff or chanting and he would tell me he wasn't but I really thought he was trying to make me trip harder by messing with me. On the way to the store I would look thru the passenger's side window and I got the fright of my life when I did. I seen the most evil looking demonic figure when I would look out the window.it scared me really bad. that was just the beginning of what happened. this thing was so scary to look at that when I would look at it an make eye contact with it it would actually make me go into convulsions. I lost all control of my body when this would make eye contact with me..then it got to where when I would try to look away it would follow..and if I waited to long to move away again it would catch up with me again and do the same thing.i also have to point out that this was not the only way I went into convulsions. either by eye contact or it would just jump into my stomach and I would also convulse. So I was really freaking out. <br> <br> At this point we where supposed to be on our way to get a beer.( I was just trying to get off that bad trip that was comming on at the bar but I grew into something I will never ever forget) I made my friend turn around because of the demonic figures where about ti give me a heart attack I was so scared of this sight. on the way back home,right after he turned around..,i imagined that we had drove head on into an 18 wheeler and got killed..i could hear the screeching metal,then everything got quite a peaceful,but dark an evil quiet. I was terrified at this point. I actually thought we where dead,it was like I was outside of my body looking at us from a different perspective..i thought we where doomed to hell for sure !! This really was just the beginning of the bad trip. so now not only am I dealing with demonic figures,but now I have just visioned us being killed..the demons temporarily disappeared while I was hallucinating about the 18 an us getting in a fatal accident..but later the demons came back. right after the wreck I imagined I grabbed my friend and I had one hand around his shoulder hugging him as tight as I could,like a little scared kid or something..people I was terrified. the reason I grabbed my friend an hugged him is because I thought we had just been killed and I didn't want to loose him or let him go and I wanted him to tell me this wasn't real..when I grabbed him an hugged him he was driving,luckily we where on a back country road going very slow at my request. 5 mph seemed like 90 mph. anyway when I hugged my friend my other hand I was moving it an asking if he could see my hand move. I kept asking him if I was alive an if we had been killed. I asked him about the wreck an he was like what wreck..at this point I still think he is messing with me and I am begging him to please help me an not mess with me. He was actually so scared for me that he was crying!! He brought me to my house and stayed with me the whole night( this isn't the end!!).. okay so when we got home I thought that maybe if I got out an got fresh air I would be ok.. not a chance!! the demonic figures reappeared and this time more scary than before. this time I remember claws on this creature. I kept thinking I would be dragged away. This trip was so intense that there is so much that happened that I will not remember to include in this writting. <br> <br> Well 3 months before this bad trip I was in treatment and my mom bought me this book on near death experiences and one of the stories in that book came into play on this bad acid trip. My life seemed to match someone who had a near death experience and I thought I had to die because the person in that book lived an that we could not both survive the same experience..well I couldn't take it outside my house so we went inside an I went into the bathroom while my friend tried to keep my parents from noticing me. he seemed to be gone forever as I was in the bathroom looking in the mirror (worst mistake). all I seen when I looked in the mirror was a horribly drug ravaged corpse,like it wa me but I was transparent, like some kind of spirit of evil decent,very evil. it scared me so bad that when my friend came into the bathroom I was shaking like a leaf and I asked my friend to feel my heart beating and it scared him so much he went tell my dad what I was on an about my heart. as all this was happening I thought I was either already dead from the 18 wheeler crash or I was going to die,that I was going to be pulled away by this being. well the acid by this time was almost at peak level. well my dad comes in an feels my heart rate and decided to call 911,i was in the living room trying to avoid the demonic figures who kept appearing,still jumping into my stomach and giving me the eye..i also seen the same thing I seen in the mirror,the horrible ghost like double of me. this also made me convulse. I never had anything like that happened to me and I used to do so much shrooms an acid. what I still think is it all built up because after that I always had a bad trip for a few years after. <br> <br> Well the ambulance finally got there and I remember right b4 the ambulance got there the police got there too. they where asking me where I got the acid but the cops where the last thing on my mind.. ok one of the first cops that waled in looked like this friend of mine's dad who was a small time cop in a small town.. the cop looked exactly like that man and I thought I was dead at this point and that cop's spirit was there or something,like I was in some very scary afterlife. when the ambulance showed up they put me in the stretcher and in the back of the ambulance (when I got to the hospital I swore I flew in a helicopter). the ambulance drive I remember part of that,, they would try to make me repeat stuff to see how my brain was reacting. I was also talking to god begging him to let me live an I was praying I wasn't already dead but I was convinced I was. I guess they wanted me to pee or something but I thought they where draining all the fluids out of my body because I was dead. the iv's made me think the same thing.. that they where preparing me to embalm..later at the hospital I could hear them talking about funeral arrangements and everyone I seen looked like family members who had flew in from all over the us to see me one last time. I could smell the embalming fluid and I foreseen my funeral and I imagined how everyone would react. while I was recovering(even though I didn't know I was yet)i would see people who had been dead,they would walk in an this would further confirm I must be dead. <br> <br> It was not until the doc asked me if I wanted to see my mom that I started to get my head.. then my mom came in( I still thought I wad dead)and she was rubbing my forehead an saying to me now you see what drugs can do.. I though she was saying that to her son's corpse. at that time I said 'moma can you hear me?' and then she said yes..that was the most beautiful yes I ever hear because at that moment reality started to come back to me. the whole time before all the doctors an nurses seemed to not be talking or communicating with me.it was not till I asked my mom is she could hear me that I realized I was indeed still here on earth an not awaiting hell an a funeral. listen people I have left out things I would have definitely wanted to include.. this trip was so intense, so detailed,so supernatural that to this day I think that something very supernatural occurred. I was very lucky not to die..the doc said the lad wouldn't have killed me but I could have died of fright. <br> <br> Well after this experience I still kinda thought I might really be dead and for about a year I wouldn't go into any cemetary because I was terrified I would fine my own grave an that is when I thought I would have to finish with the death part of the trip. this permanently damaged my brain people. I couldn't accept what had happened to me so I decided to do acid again about 3 months after this bad trip and do you know what kinda acid I done?? Pink elephant !!! and I done a half a hit more than what put me in the hospital and although I tripped killer I didn't have that bad trip BUT after that I started to have bad trips again, nothing like the pink elephant experience.. however I had a mushroom bad trip a couple years later and it was almost as bad. <br> <br> Well I hope everyone uses Lsd with more caution than I did.. don't mix drugs, especially coke speed an acid. peace an love to everyone and remember if you find yourself on a bad trip just remember you aren't going to die and that many others have been thru more intense trips than you have. there will always be someone who does more than the next person..just be careful.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1991</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2002</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 64,623</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2002&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2002&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), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), 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">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 --> Back in 1984 I was stationed at For the last four years I had been a good little airman and gave up pot, LSD, mescaline, and other fun stuff of my youth and also like a good little airman I took to the bottle with a vengeance. Working with me was a really cool dude named Jim. Jim and I instantly connected and every friday night we put our families on hold, bought some Wild Irish Rose and Vivarin and played guitar and talked religion and philosophy 'til the wee hours. Eventually talk turned to the spiritual aspect of the LSD experience and it wasn't long before we were planning a little trip. I figured that if we dropped on friday night we'd have plenty of time to recover before monday rolled around, so it was set; the next friday we would both trip one last time and see what we get out of it. <br> <br> Well, things didn't quite go as planned. After my Biology class was over I headed over to Jim's house full of anticipation. But when I got there, Jim wasn't alone; he had Joe there with him! Bad enough anyone else was involved, Joe was the epitome of uptight and white. 'Hey Jim,' I said, 'why is Joe here?'. Jim said 'Check out his eyes!' and sure enough, Joe's' pupils were dripping all over the floor. Turns out Jim had mentioned it to a few people and we had some deliveries to make. 'THIS IS NOT GOOD!' I thought, but the ball was rolling... so we dropped it off to some other guys in the shop (people who reported to me as I was the swingshift shop chief at the time!) and headed back to Jim's to await the effects. <br> <br> About an hour went by and I wasn't feeling anything. Jim and Joe were zoomin' so I chilled out and let those two jam on guitars for a while while I relaxed. Then there was a knock on the door. 'I'll get it,' I said. I went to the door and looked out the little window in it, and as I was opening the door for this guy standing outside, I thought, ' Why is someone crouching behind the bushes back there, and why is someone over by the wall...' <br> <br> FREEZE! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR USEPOSSESIONANDDISTRIBUTION OF LSD! Yes, it was all one word, and I felt like I was suddenly shoved underwater. Everything was so unreal, time was in slow? fast? motion, and all I thought was, 'Thank God it didn't kick in!'. Jim and Joe had a different experience, I imagine. The room was full of Security Police with M-16's pointed at our heads (even though I was cuffed behind my back) and they ransacked the place. Turns out Jim's wife blabbed to a busybody neighbor who called the First Sargeant who called the Squadron Commander who called the Office of Special Investigation and in the retelling of the story it was thought that we were bringing 6000 hits on base, possibly to taint the water supply! So we go to the base hospital for a piss test and then they let us walk back home. <br> <br> NOW it kicks in! Trees start looming at me, lights are streaky and I'm feeling very giddy.Even though I'm tripping, my mind is very clear, and I can see how I've just screwed up things in a major way for me, my wife and 2 year old daughter. I related the tale to my wife and told her I had to lay down for a while and work things out. I curled up in a fetal position on the bed and closed my eyes. I could see this huge octagonal carpet suspended in the blackest darkness. The colors blended from one corner to the next, and I knew that each of the eight corners was emotion; the burgandy corner was guilt, the maroon was shame, the dark purple was frustration, and so on. Slowly, one of the corners started to droop down, and as it did I could feel the associated emotion welling up inside me. Suddenly the corner plunged into the void and I was wracked with overwhelming guilt, so much so that I would violently shake and moan on the bed. <br> <br> My wife came in when she heard this, and I pulled myself out of it long enough to tell her, 'It's alright, I've got to go through this now.'. She left the room and I returned to the floating carpet. After 45 minutes (an eternity, in my time) I came out to the living room, exhausted and drenched with sweat. The morning sun was about to come up, and I relaxed into a chair, put on a tape, and to the opening strains of America's 'Horse with no name' the sun slipped over the horizon and shot directly, but gently, into my eye. <br> <br> Oh man...I can feel it now... it's so beautiful... God is silently, insistently saying everything's alright... I can't describe how much light and love was in me then... and now... <br> <br> Sorry, I'm back. the next few minutes are so bizarre. Suddenly there was no more music even though it was still playing, somewhere, out there... all I could think of was how much I loved my daughter and at that instant my daughter came straight out of her room and climbed into my lap. She stared long and deep into my eyes and said, 'Daddy, you have rainbows in your eyes' and I realized that I was not made of flesh anymore, I was a giant, glowing, sunshine-filled diamond, and fear fell away. Pain fell away. And I was filled with the power of the Universe. Even weeks later I could feel it. I had the power to look inside people and see their fears and weaknesses and I knew they were totally powerless against me. Of course, all the power I had was light and love and all I wanted to do to people was to love and heal them and bring them into the light. It was truly magical. <br> <br> The Air Force wasn't done with me yet, though. I went to jail for a few months, got busted from Staff Sargeant to Airman, money was taken from me, they made up some shit to get me in hot water with the IRS and are still making me repay some money they said thay gave me, but all in all, it was worth it. For a very short time, I WAS 'THERE' and I'd do it all over again.<!-- 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: 2003</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 89,774</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2003&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2003&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), 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">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Back in the spring of '90, I was attending Drexel University in Philadelphia , and my roommate and I decided to drop, along with a few buddies who lived up the hall from us. (This during a period of my life where I had just finished having a slew of, not bad, but rather unpleasant trips) This was my roommate's second trip, my 100th? (lost count) Anyway, we were engaged in wide and diverse activities, like staying in our dorm room and watching TV to the music of Floyd . Anyway, my roommate and I got antsy and left in his car. He felt fine to drive a short distance, he said, so we drove to Fairmont Park. Now, this was about 3 hours into the trip or so, and around 1:00 in the morning. Anyway, the two buddies had headed to Fairmont Park, and we looked for them. Feeling *really* paranoid, because of some shifty characters parked next to our car who kept staring at us. I'm not rascist, but perhaps they were, and they were black, I'm white. <br> <br> Anyway, we left our cars, and climbed a rock formation which has a car underpass under it, and overlooks the river. The lights reflected off the water twinkling with the currents, providing some real good eye candy. Anyway, we sat up there and smoked a bowl or two, and were watching the night sky, wondering where our buddies were, (and I was paranoid about getting mugged, even though we had gone there a lot before) when we noticed what the clouds were doing. Even though it was dark out, we could see the clouds and they were forming right before our eyes. I have seen this once before straight, but it was nothing like this...on acid, they kept forming cartoony shapes, like the Escher dragons biti ng each other's tails, etc., etc. Extremely intense. <br> <br> Anyway, my roommate asked me what I saw, and what I described to him (as it was happening) was exactly what he saw. That made it really cool. So he then described what he was seeing, as it occurred, and I was delighted to find that I *was* seeing what he saw, bu t it was not suggestion, because I knew what I saw before he described it. All in all a really weird experience, but I guess you had to be there. Anybody who' s tripped before should be able to relate to it. <br> <br> Anyway, later on that night, back at the dorm, our buddies met up with us, and they related to us quite a story. They had gone to Fairmont Park, but further upriver. They had had beer with them, too. (Don't know why--alcohol is a waste of time on LSD) So they were feeling esp. paranoid when a cop car drove by once on the highway with its lights on, then circled back, because he had seen them, and parked and came over to them. They hid their pot and beer real quick and *tryed* to sober up. Anyway, the cop asked them if they had seen anyone suspicious because someone further along the river had been stabbed earlier by a black man. The real kicker on this story is that two black guys had been in the same area as my friends, but when the cop car pulled up, one hid under a car, and another ran into the woods. AND they had come from the same direction that the cop had said the incident occurred. The cop suggested rather strongly that my buddies should leave the park, and this was one incident where my friends felt that a cop's advice meant something.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 2004</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,682</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2004&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2004&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">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I will put the story regarding the most fucked up experience at the Nassau Greatfuld dead show. I took 1 whole sugar cube..It had like a blue dot where the drop was made. Someone later told me, examining the other cubes I had, that it looked like 3, or 4 hits. I freaked out! I have tripped many times and after reading lots about the acid tests and lots of history about the 60's I believed I was normal, and was just having fun. I never before 'Freaked' or even got out of hand, this night..I was so far gone. It involved me running across the highway in the middle of the night, thinking I was going to be kidnapped, and was being chased, then after trying to break store windows to get the police, I tried to kick in the little booth at a gas station mini mart. Because I thought one of the customers was one of the killers and he was gonna shoot me. I screamed and begged the gas station guy to call 911 and he wouldn't listen so I started kicking the door thinking he was in on it. <br> <br> Police arrived and I thought they were the black military.(all the cops 3 cruisers showed up, they were all black) I thought I had been captured by the black military and he questioned me and put me in the cruiser. I was waiting when 4 guys pulled up and I later found that they were just asking for directions, I thought they were asking the black military to give me up..(they were white in hippy clothes) I figured this was the white hippy group trying to save me from the black military, So I told the cops I didn't feel well so I could get out of the back seat. (I had used this tactic originally to jump out of the car on the highway, of the two girls I thought were kidnapping me.) When I got out of the cruiser I grabbed one of the hippies shirt and screamed and begged him to take me with them.. The guy looked at me Like I was NUTS. I said 'You know me right???? Please take me with you' He was like...I don't know you dude...He was looking at me like i WAS A MENTAL PATIENT. <br> <br> Well I ended up going to the police station and My girlfriend had to take a cab from Manhattan to Long island just to get me home. They let me off saying I had just smoked some bad pot, but the chief officer wanted to bust me for LSD But I had nothing on me..MY pupils were HUGE the Cops were like woa look at this guys eyes. Any how the cops turned out to be real nice and probably saved my life. At the point they found me at the gas station, I begged the cops not to shoot me. It was a fucked up night and I say, Do Blotter acid stay away from the cubes or liquid if you have an imagination. it really was like getting wacked on the head I had no idea what was real and what was fantasy. <br> <br> But I admit when I got to Orlando to see the dead..I took a half of the other cube :-) I just figured don't let my imagination run wild.. Try and behave normal and think happy thoughts..If you think about bad, sad, or painful situations while tripping they will put you on a bad trip..I thought a bad trip was bullshit..people who didn't know how to take the drug. But it got me and I was really freaked out. I honestly believed I was going to die that night. I apologize for the typing but I am really tired.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1994</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2005</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 26,877</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2005&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2005&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), 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">7 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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Last night, a group of my frineds dropped some pretty strong acid. The acid was 'Blue Sunshine': white blotter paper with a part of a blue sun on the front with small, thin pink lines on the back. Four of my friends, J.F., D.M., C.J. and J.B. took 2, 2, 3, and 7 respectively. The two that took two said that they peaked in twenty minutes and that it was one of the most intense trips they had ever had (they are pretty experienced). The one that did 3, C.J., was passing out, curled up in a ball, and couldn't really move. He damanded that the others take him to the hospital, so they did. We think he was tied down and perhaps given thorazine (reports are uncertain). About 12 hours later, we found out that he was in a coma and that his doctors were concerned about possible heart problems. (however, someone has said that he did/was doing ice and crack, which is most likely considering the outcome). <br> <br> Now, the last is the most bizarre. He (J.B.) dropped 7 that night. Holding a knife in his hands, he calmly declared that he was going to kill himself. D.M. knocked the knife out of his hands. J.B. then stripped down to his underwear and proceeded to attack D.M. The group went and hid in D.M.'s car while J.B. curled up into a ball on the curb. He then jumped up and ran into the hills, not to be seen for the rest of the night. Talking to him today, we discovered what became of him the rest of that night (at least what he could recall). He remembered being in a tree and demanding of someone below their knives and guns. He then proceeded to the backdoor of someones house (sliding glass door). The man sitting inside looked up and was surprised to see someone in his backyard. J.B. proceeded to run/jump _through_ the glass door, into the house, cutting himself up in the process. He then demanded of the man all his knives and guns in the house. The man ran into his bedroom and locked the door. J.B. tried to knock the door down. The man called the police. <br> <br> In the mean time, J.B. had gone into the mans kitchen. He drank some skim milk and took some pills that were laying around the house. A cop comes in, tries to restrain J.B. J.B. struggles and the cop hits him. J.B. gets angry and punches the cop, knocking him (a 6'4', 240 pound cop) to the floor. Other cops come in and start beating J.B. and spraying him with mace. They take J.B. to the hospital where he was strapped down to his bed with leather straps. When his eyes cleared from the mace, he saw a bunch of people looking over him (cops, docs, nurses, etc). He then breaks free of the straps and punches another cop. The strapped him back down and gave him a shot of thorazine, pumped his stomach, and called his parents. The man whose house he did this at is supposedly under psychological help for the trauma he recieved. The hospital reported that they had three cases that night of bad trips and labelled it 'bad acid'. <br> <br> Now, I am not using these stories to show that acid is bad. What I am saying is that you have to be careful. They were told by the person they bought it from to take no more the three, tops. They had never taken this batch of acid and didn't know its strength. They should have taken one or two to see. That and if they were going to push it, they should have had a sober, experienced person to help if things get tough. Acid is powerful stuff. Be very aware. Use common sense. And watch out, this batch is potent.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1994</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2006</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 26,334</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2006&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2006&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), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), 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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I bought some LSD from a guy I worked with back in October. They were in sugar cube form. I took them home and put them in my desk. I had tripped on acid a few times before, but either with a friend or at school. I was home by myself one night (I live with my parents) and the temptation was too much. People had told me before to never trip alone because it would send me on a bad trip. But I decided... What the hell! VERY BAD DECISION. I took one cube and forty five minutes passed without effect. (It usually took about thirty minutes in my previous trips.) I took a second and waited about five minutes and I could feel it start to take effect. I wanted to be taking a shower when it fully hit me. (It's a bigger trip than you can imagine unless you've done it before.) I showered for about fifteen minutes and then got out to discover my parents were home early. 'Okay, I'll just play it off and say I'm going to bed', I thought to myself. I got in my room and laid on my bed looking at the ceiling. I could actually feel and see the ceiling dripping on my face. This was some very trippy stuff. <br> <br> Foolishly, I turned out the light. I got back in bed and after a couple of minutes started getting real scared. I thought for some reason that I was going to die. I would close my eyes for awhile, then open them to make sure I wasn't dead yet. My whole life started flashing before my eyes. (Sorry for the cliche) It got to the point where I was so scared I was going to die that I thought to my self, 'I need to get some help before this ends my life.' I got out of bed and walked down the hall to the living room where my dad was watching TV. 'I'm on LSD and I think I'm going to die!', I blurted out. If I was about to die but needed something to push me over the edge, the look on my dad's face would have done it. 'WHAT!?!?!?!?!' He was reeeeeaaaallly pissed. He sat me down on the couch and tried to calm me down. <br> <br> From that point on, I only remember flashes of what happened. I remember taking a cushion off the couch and throwing it into the fireplace. Then I remember walking back towards my room. My dad put his hand on my shoulder and I involuntarily turned around and planted a fist on his jaw. He grabbed me and threw me onto the couch and yelled 'Now you stay there!', and got on the phone. Next thing I new, I was staring up at half a dozen unfamiliar faces. They all had walkie-talkies and I heard one of them say (while holding a flashlight in my eyes) 'You can't see anything but the pupil.' They put my shoes on me and led me out the front door. My first step outside was not very stable and I ended up face first on the sidewalk, with blood running out of my forehead. <br> <br> They carried me to an ambulance and I don't remember anything else except arriving at the hospital and looking up at doctors who were strapping things with with wires attached to them on my chest a poking me with hard objects. I was strapped down on my bed and I kept trying to get up. An old ugly nurse kept coming over and asking me the same questions over and over and it was driving me insane. 'This is hell.' I thought. I've already died and I'm in hell. You don't (or maybe you do) know what it's like thinking your in hell. I started crying because I was so scared. Then I fell asleep and woke up to a doctor's voice. 'How ya doin? Ya feel allright?' 'Yeah, I'm okay.' I replied. 'You ready to go home?'(Stupid question) 'Most definitely' I said. As I got up and started leaving with my dad I heard him say 'You're a very lucky young man.' Whatever that meant. <br> <br> Besides the bad memories, I have a fuckin' huge hospital bill that my insurance won't pay for because it was a drug related incident. I haven't even had a beer since that night. I'm afraid to what it might lead to. Well, thanks for taking the time to read this, I'm not trying to scare anyone, or tell you to quit using, I just know what it's like to have a bad experience and if you haven't tried acid yet and are thinking about it, make sure you know what you're getting into. <!-- 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: 2007</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 25,352</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2007&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2007&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), 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">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+ 1:00</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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I got to my destination at 8:00pm, at 9pm i took 2 liquid hits of acid, and about an hour later I consumed 2 pills of E. I was sitting down then as i stood I could feel my heart and eyes flutter I made no sense to anyone and I made no sense to my self. I thought i could fly but i knew i didn't have wings. So i sat on the bed hoping for this god awful feeling in my back to go away but in the mean time i thought i would go see how the others were doing. <br> <br> As i stand up i feel my self falling back now. By this time its almost midnight and nothing has worn off, it seems to have gotten stronger. So I lay on the floor watching what to me looked like the sky but was only the ceiling. At about 4 am the affects of the acid wear off. Ii feel like shit and i cant sleep. My back hurts and my brain is clouded. If i can say that i learned anything its not to mix 2 drugs that are mind and body altering as much as these 2 were. Its not necessarily safe and if you get scared its not fun!!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 2009</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 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,033</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2009&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2009&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) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), 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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">150 ug</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+ 3:00</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/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is commonly known as 'candy-flipping'. I'm not sure why. I've only done it once, and I found that there was indeed a powerful, synergistic effect. The common procedure is to take the LSD about 3 or so hours before the MDMA, so you're just starting the peak of your trip when you begin to roll. Dosage wise, I tried ~150-160ug of LSD with ~100mg of MDMA. <br> <br> The combination was extremely powerful. Although I had had a very bad day I was enjoying my trip. About 20-30 minutes after I took the Ex, I could feel the onset. Its difficult to explain, but as I was already tripping I felt in great detail the beginning of the MDMA effects on a very physical level... I could feel the speeding of my heart and breathing, and felt the MDMA-ness go from my center and spread gradually to my limbs. This all may of course be psychosomatic. <br> <br> As the Ex took effect, the visual characteristics of the scene began to change, and I found that my emotional reaction to objects and people *strongly* cast their appearance. There was a definite combination of the MDMA 'everything is beautiful' look and the Acid's power to warp the actual appearance of things. <br> <br> As the evening went on, I started to find the combined effect unmanageable. As I said before, I had had a bad day, and I was probably in a poor set for trying a new psychedelic experience. Gradually I became overwhelmed with sadness and despair about all the things I had done and said wrong over the last few days, and became extremely mentally and physically disoriented, and I needed a friend's help to get me through the rest of the evening. <br> <br> All in all, I thought it was an extremely powerful and interesting experience, and parts of it I truely enjoyed. MDMA seemed to powerfully reinforce the reality bending aspects of LSD, and LSD opened a new door on the emotional projections of MDMA. I will definitely try it again, as soon as I feel comfortable with it (this was my first negative psychedelic experience in about a year of use).<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 2010</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: Jun 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 9,789</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2010&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2010&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) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=14"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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> <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/mdma/">MDMA</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 --> I'd like to share what I consider to be the very best zoomage method. In the past 2 years, I have personally tried over 20 subtle variations of this combination with tremendous amounts of success and never yet a negative reaction. While many refer to this particular combination as a candyflip, the timing of ingestion that I'm about to describe I dub a blissflip (to me a candyflip is taking the two simultaneously which is an entirely different experience and one for which you'd better be prepared to hold on to something due to its intensity). The two substances involved, if you're unaware of what a candyflip is, are LSD and MDMA. <br> <br> The primary key to this method is consuming the LSD and then waiting until near or post peak to take the MDMA. I have tried numerous variations on the timing, ranging from t+1 hour to t+7 hours before taking the MDMA. It seems to produce the same results at any of those times, but I find the longer one waits, the more blissful the affect. <br> <br> *** Please note that the following dosages and settings are *completely* personalized and should be adjusted for your own body/mind accordingly. My personal tolerances are *very* high for LSD and slightly low for MDMA. I prefer challenging settings on acid and cozy ones for e. *** <br> <br> I like to start with between 3 and 6 hits of quality acid; sometimes [much] more; never less. I make an effort to put myself into spaces that are vibrant and full of life and are not known to me, whether that's a public space with lots of people or out in nature somewhere or attempting something creative that I've never tried before. [That's _my_ spin on acid; please don't rush out and eat 5 hits and head to the mall on your own without practice.] Enjoy that space; become absorbed by it. <br> <br> <br> It's unquestionably best to let the acid come on fully before even thinking about the MDMA -- I recommend no less than 2 hours. If you can wait 3-5, it'll be even better. For me, it seems to usually fall between the 3rd and 4th hour that I take 60-80mg of MDMA (100mg is a heavy initial dose for *me*). I think taking a slightly lower initial dose than your usual and then boosting works best, but find what works for you. <br> <br> Once you take the MDMA, immediately start working on changing your set and setting. I think doing so is important as it creates a transitional sensation that contributes to the result. Change clothes, move furniture (make a nest!), change locales (given a safe method of transportation), play with different musical genres, alter the lighting, and/or anything you can think of. It is *strongly* recommended that the space you choose/create should be one where you feel totally and utterly comfortable and can both move around a bit and wallow in luxurious cush. By the time the MDMA kicks in (45-75 minutes), your transition to a new setting should be about complete. <br> <br> This is where the bliss comes in. You'll probably get some amphetamine kick out of the MDMA (hence the area to move around in), but in *every* case I've experienced or witnessed (over 200 now) the normal energy boost from the MDMA is seriously diminished both in duration and intensity. My theory is that the body has already given nearly its all to the LSD and just doesn't have that much more to give to the amph side of the e. Whether that theory holds or not is somewhat moot, as the results are invariably the same. The space you will find yourself in at that point is one of sultry B L I S S. With a body of jello, gentle caresses or massage, lying around in a pile of soft pillows and blankets, or talking quietly with a friend -- all border on the heavenly. The feeling is far more sensual than sexual, but sex in that state is awefully incredible too. The clarity of thought and the tactile enhancement are unprecedented. To extend the experience, boost with approximately half the initial dose of MDMA somewhere one to two hours after the first. Without the boost, expect 3-5+ hours in this wonderfully beautiful space before drifting off into sleep or some personal space. <br> <br> Another positive note of this combination and timing is the minimized body load the day after. The MDMA seems to eliminate much of that groggy, slightly out of sync feeling that LSD commonly leaves people with the following day. It does not, however, seem to have any impact on the '48th hour' depression/ anxiety/mental imbalance that many people experience after MDMA. <br> <br> So, that about covers it... I love this combination and timing like no other and want to share what we've found through it. If you're not comfortable with either of those substances, please use caution. I am a strong advocate of not playing with your brain without knowing what you're doing. But, if either or both of those substances appeal to you and you already know your bounds, I heartily recommend trying the method I've described. Blissflipping is an experience I for one will rarely turn down.<!-- 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: 2046</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 23, 2000</td><td>Views: 100,157</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2046&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2046&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) : Combinations (3), Retrospective / Summary (11), 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">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">72 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was still an amateur at this point, only had taken sid about 3 times. Most of the summer had been spent smokin' and not doing much. I had been on the boat with two friends, had a blast and was wiped out. We got back to the house and did the usual, try and find some doja. We called this girl we knew just to talk, but she said she was busy. 'What are you talking about,' I ask and she replies 'Me and (some other weird girl) are gonna trip.' My heart jumped. 'Holy shit, can you get us some shit?' The answer had to be yes or else I couldn't tell about it. She came over with two other guys who had the whole freaking spectrum of gel, and some whack blotter. This was when geltabs were making it into the scene in my area and were quite expensive, so we settled for the Blue Moon (I was later told the dosage was around 200 mcg per hit), a blotter that had a Blue moon and some other drawing on it. The guys left and I was sitting there with five hits in my hand. I only took three (good thing) and saved some for later in the week. [Little did we know the conversation our friend had with the dealers. it went something like this: Dealer - 'your friends do a lot of acid?' Girl - 'I dont know, I guess so.' Dealer - 'Oh, well this acid is gonna kick their ass. (together) HaHaHaHa'] <br> <br> We took the hits, my one friend and I took three and the other took two, at about 6:30 and proceeded to my house to see if my parents were hiding any shit we could smoke. The theft was a success, hadn't been caught yet, and then went back to the starting place. Just chill'n on the couch when My #1 friend (the 3 hit friend; I will refer to him as #1 and the 2 hit friend to #2) said 'Dude, I think I'm feeling it.' and rambled about these glowing strings he had in his room. We all knew that hell was about to break loose any time now. We walked outside when #1 went off the wall. #2 and I kept telling him to calm down as people were walking their dogs and kids. It was about 7:30 now when #2 lost it. I was begging them to cool it and that they were insane, no pun intended. At the end of the street I was in uncontrollable laughter. <br> <br> Going back to touch base, and get swim gear on and head to the neighborhood pool. Got there and were literally sucked in (actually figuratively, but the acid made it literal) and went about our lunatic way. It was 9:00 and all dark; the stars were trailing but no true visuals yet. I could stay underwater forever, looking into a green abyss and laying stagnant a meter down. We were yelling and laughing and holy shit. This was the most Pleasure I had felt in my life, like the world was one. We had tried to get out of the water but couldn't. It was the most challenging feat, to actually step out of the pool. We were joyed when #2 actually did it to get the time. We told him to stay and help us out but he was sucked back in. This pool had power that I had never before seen. <br> <br> I came up from below and looked at the blue and white rope with buoys, It started to move and slither amongst itself like a threatened rattlesnake. I almost went berserko, and immediately we all go out. Heading back to the room should have taken 3 - 4 minutes but instead about 30. Getting to the room was like traversing a maze, very confusing. Space was shifting every which way and my teeth were grinding so much they made sparks. A mirror showed my thin body become even more thin and blue and wrinkled, almost like rotting away, not really freaking me out but making me uncomfortable and seeing how frail my mind is; to be incredibly changed by such a small amount of a small chemical. I quickly turned away and put my shorts in the dryer. <br> <br> Damn, this is weird. Everything I look at is funny, the ashes of pot look like fleas running away, and it is so freaking dark. I took a walk by myself outside; the grass was cool-wet and I felt like a ball of energy, the size of my fist, where my heart would be with two wires attached to my eyes; Hovering. Like Emerson on once wrote, ”I become a transparent eyeball”. This was at 12:00 am and I still had six hours left. <br> <br> We took a walk and the trees looked like plastic; my hand was melting into the colors. As I was walking I felt like I was getting shorter, then things would jolt and I’d be walking again. Then I started to taste the colors. It didn’t taste like chocolate or cheese, but it was a 5th taste. Like the four are Salt, Sour, Bitter, and Sweet; well Color was a fifth taste, really creamy and smooth. I mostly tasted Red, Green, and Purple. They were trying to mix together but couldn’t and constantly swirled. This taste persisted through the night. I was watching an episode of Taxi and it didn’t make any sense. I didn’t know what was going on. More mental hallucinations were seeing time. A wave with crests and troughs, and the part that was tripping was smeared everywhere. All three of us also had the urge for something. “I want something”, said #3. We all agreed but didn’t know what we wanted. <br> <br> All was pretty much the same for the rest of the night. I guess I fell asleep at around 6:00 am and woke at 10:00 am. It didn’t feel like I had slept at all, just missing time. I have to say, I will always remember this, although it was really screwed up, I have had more pleasant trips. This just felt as if some sinister force was controlling it, controlling my mind. I guess that would be my society. We later came to the decision that what we wanted was to be sober. Thank God for that.<!-- 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: 661</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 23, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,694</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=661&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=661&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), 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 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+ 3:00</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+ 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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:20</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+ 0:59</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+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</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>(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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The weekend just passed (Feb 18th/19th) was a weird one for me, even weirder than the last couple I've had. The reason? It was an acid weekend, a REAL acid weekend. <br> <br> When I arrived at the fortnightly 24hour club I do volunteer work for, I immediately found out what the Psychoactive situation was like. There was some good skunk (MJ), some excellent pills and a lot of acid was expected to arrive later on. I bought a pill, and took it just after the club opened, at 11 pm on Friday. I took a while to come up, but at about 12 pm I started rushing hard and spent a good few hours enjoying one of the cleanest ecstasy highs I had had for a long time. They were big pills, and would not let you down for more than a minute or so. Then you were back up again, waving your arms to whatever thumping beat you could lay your ears on. I took another 'millenium' pill at 2 pm, and then at about 3.30 the acid came into the club. The first two I bought where called 'sheevas', marked red and green and apparently exported from India. We sat down in the psychedelic café (it seemed like the best place to be), I took the first trip, and at about 4.20 split the second with a friend (who had also consumed one already). <br> <br> It took a while to start kicking, but by 5.00 I was seeing some isolated visuals, which were perhaps exaggerated by the use of a violently green lamp. One image that was particularly striking was that of a man sitting, propped up against the wall with his head in one hand. Instead of the fingers resting on the surface of his skin, they went into the face through deep, black holes that obscured any features the man may have had. I squinted, but the image remained and I knew the acid had started. The usual warping face phenomenon appeared around me and although it was mild, I was sure that this was only the beginning. My friend X......, however, was getting rather irritable, claiming that all he could feel was a weak preliminary mushroom sensation, and that his level of visual disturbance was very low. So I decided, under pressure from X...... to get two more trips. <br> <br> We left the cafe we had been sitting in and went upstairs to a room in which a visual DJ was performing to hoards of tripped out acid-freaks. He was showing footage of the N30 demonstration in Seattle and London, but fucking around with the image, colour and sound to such an extent that it became an insane, warped acid experiment, with L.S.D-fuelled clubbers freaking out, or losing themselves in the consuming, often terrifying atmosphere of the place. <br> <br> Sitting at a table at the far end of this room was another acid dealer, but much older than the one who had sold me the 'sheevas' (that one could have only been in his early twenties, perhaps not even that). This dealer looked like a middle-aged business man, except that his eyes gave away the fact that he was an acid freak. He charged me £3 ($4.5 roughly) per trip, which is the usual price, and then turned to me and warned: <br> <br> 'This is strong acid; be careful!' <br> <br> I dropped the piece of card instantly, unable to work out what was printed on it (the design, whatever it was, kept tripping me out). It could have been a Batman, as other friends of mine had bought that, but I cannot be sure. We then returned to the cafe to begin tripping hardcore. <br> <br> The madness started almost instantly and I knew I had gone too far. I had only tripped with mushrooms at this type of event before, and I knew how far the clients and staff go to make your time (or absense of time) as fucked up as possible. The whole experience is about seeing and feeling things that you could never ever feel anywhere else. To be there is enough. To trip there is beyond enough. I expected a crazy time, but not as crazy as it turned out to be. <br> <br> Most of my time was spent in the cafe. Once the wall started to move properly and intensely, I realised I was not going to be able to move very easily, and certainly would not want to for a good deal of time. The classics appeared, colours (not much red, a lot of green (caused by green lighting)), patterns, lines marking people's faces moving, exaggerating and stretching, electronicy closed-eye visuals etc. There was constant movement, but I could not really see any of the things that were causing it. The air around was shirling, moving, shifting with music that was playing from somewhere within the body of the cafe. Friendly faces I knew and others I didn't passed, sometimes stopping to have a conversation with me, sometimes drifting away. Everyone was tripping, and most were tripping on the same acid. It is one of the only places were hundreds of people can be seen tripping at the same time. <br> <br> Some people were there to play with your mind; one particular man who I discovered sitting in another cubicle with his head lifted up so it was next to mine. Much of what he said came out as nonsense, the syllables seemed to mix and match without any assitance from me, but when I closed my eyes, instead of hearing his voice, I heard his breath, softly moving in and out. I knew that he was in my head, but I wasn't really concerned. He was trying to soothe me, and it was working. When I opened my eyes, he lifted, from somewhere beneath him, a techy-looking camera and with typically jerky acid movements got up and began to act as if he was filming another of the trippers sitting in the cubicle just behind mine. That really freaked me out. What was going on! He left after that and floated off into the madness elsewhere. <br> <br> People appeared like that for many hours, playing games, freaking us out, soothing our spirits, trying to lift us out of bad patches, of which I had many. For a long time I felt that I was unwelcome, that I was an outsider because I was too into my trip to talk. I began to feel guilty that I was not doing more to become more a part of the whole thing. Those came on and off, and I was still able to enjoy periods of level 5 whenever I closed my eyes for more than a few minutes, and constant, relentless, often incredibly real and hard-hitting visuals. Sometimes I had to turn away from what I was seeing, because more often than not it would be so inexplicable and so beyond human understanding that I worried whether or not I would ever be able to understand anything ever again. <br> <br> About 8 hours into the trip, I crushed one pill, separated it into two lines, and gave one to X...... We snorted our lines, and instantly the visuals became very happy and pill-orientated. It seemed like the whole room hd just done some MDMA and were experiencing the whirring eye/grating teeth effects that are so common with E. The reason why the trip had gone very dark was probably because it coincided for a while with the MDMA come down. Taking more E brought us back up into full CandyFlipping. <br> <br> Unfortunately we got some bad vibes from people around us who thought we were doing lines of Ketamine, but once that was cleared up, things started to go well again. I was still tripping my nuts off, and having real trouble stringing any interesting sentences togethers, so I lay back in my seat and closed my eyes, ready to go flying into my mind: <br> <br> Energy. That's all I really remember. I could almost control the flow of my mind, the flow of its energy. I would whirl round, producing patterns, leaving marks, changing perspective and colour. Everything was perfectly mathematical, but so complicated that my basic maths could not even attempt to explain it. It doesn't need explaining. You know what it means when you experience it. It cannot be put into words. <br> <br> Two of my companions went up to the bar and returned with two plates of food, claiming they were going to eat vegetarian sausage rolls. The objects did not look like sausage rolls. They were utterly repulsive, and looked like they were almost alive, moving and pulsating as each piece was lifted up to a hungry open mouth. My two friends had come down, but me and X....... was still peaking after eight or so hours. We realised then that we had been excessive; the last trip we had taken was certainly unnecessary. <br> <br> Sometime later I was back in the graphics DJ room. They were playing 'Maria' by Blondie, but in a fucked-up acid style. It sounded like it was being played on a 'My first Radio' tape-deck with some crazy sounds instead of the usual instruments. This was the most horrible part of my trip. It's not that I don't like Blondie, but her voice sounded so shrill and horrible at that moment. It conjured up terrible images of my past that I wanted to forget. This was followed by a psychedelic trance version of Cher 'Do you Believe'. It was a really weird and really intelligent mix, but I just couldn't stay in that room so I went down to the basement where there was a pagan/mystical/trippy play being performed with pixie-band performers, mandolins and tribal stomping (crazy huh!) . I went very tribal for a while, and joined the other dancers in their strange, round-the-fire dance routine that was so strange and so beautiful. <br> <br> I left the club at around 2.30 pm. I was still tripping, and the sunlight really hurt my still furiously dilated pupils. They still ache a little now from that. As I walked up to the bus stop, it seemed like everybody walking down the street (this is a huge, busy London street) was tripping as well. I looked at as many eyes as I could, and I was sure that they were moving in a way that was half ectasy whirring and half acid manic jumping around. I got on the bus and tripped off the patterned plastic wall until I got home, and went to bed with a very sore-head that was still full of crazy visions. I had a lot to sleep over, but now I feel better than I ever had. Trips are the best form of therapy for me, and the harder and more intense they are, the more I learn about myself. This one has to be the most astral, mind-blowing trip I've ever had. I going back for another one as soon as I can.<!-- 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: 444</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 2, 2000</td><td>Views: 12,968</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=444&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=444&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) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Combinations (3), 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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/flunitrazepam/">Pharms - Flunitrazepam</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Rohypnol, 'roofies', rophynol (flunitrazepam) <br> <br> I have ingested Rohypnol primarily by swallowing and snorting. The pill itself is sweet and can be chewed. Snorting produces no pain whatoever, resulting in a quicker and more potent 'high'. However, Rohypnol on its own often results in a drunken feeling much like drinking a glass of wine or two. So, unless you have something else to take it with, I'd recommend saving your 'roof-dawgs' for a better day. Usual dosage can range from half a pill to three pills. I don't usually venture far beyond three pills, as they are hard to come by and cost about $5/pill in my part of the world. <br> <br> Rohypnol is the perfect potentiator. Taken with alcohol, it makes you feel more drunk; smoked with weed, it'll make you feel more 'spacey'. Personally, I feel taking Rohypnol with drink or smoke is a waste of time. Rohypnol's real companion value comes in with amphetamines and psychedelics. Say, for instance, you've taken too much speed and you'd like to have a rest, Rohypnol will calm you down quite like nothing you've ever experienced. The result is a warm, fuzzy, very comfortable feeling, free from anxiety, allowing you to drift away in a boat of bizarre and vivid dreams. If you've done an E and are experiencing a drastic or terrifying 'crash', Rohypnol will immediately save you from any emotional trauma, making you feel contented and relaxed -- emotionally, mentally and physically. <br> <br> But Rohypnol's effects with LSD are the most unique and refereshing I have experienced. Rohypnol's strong disinhibiting effect is different from that of alcohol -- with alcohol, higher-level reasoning is shunted due to lack of oxygen. I have found Rohypnol to take away anxiety and fear, of the outside world and of one's own personal demons -- though I'm not quite clear of the mechanism by which this is achieved. I have done much acid in my lifetime, and I have found it will only go as far as my cerebral cortex allows. My thoughts often get stuck on infinite recursion with acid, as I dissect and reason out everything I see. I get moderate to heavy visuals, never any proper 'hallucinations' (seeing things that really aren't there). Acid for me is usually very cerebral, never emotional or physical. I've never had any illusions of being the Messiah, etc. However, 'safe' as this sounds, acid has failed to have the effect that so many of my forebears swear by. I was always wondering what they meant by 'transcendant' or 'reality-shifting' -- unless they meant boiling solids or making infinite mental and visual connections that aren't really there, which I don't think they were. <br> <br> One balmy September evening, a friend and I took a couple hits of blotter with a handful of bitty ends and decided to drive an hour to a rave. By the time we got there, we were both tripping deliciously hard, but not ridiculously so. Both of us were very experienced with acid, so we concluded this was about as hard as the trip was going to get. Being the expert driver I am (and I know some of you are going to choke at this), I decided I wasn't too messed up to drive home, as the 'vibe' we were getting outside the venue wasn't a particularly fluffy one. Driving was fun on the empty interstate, what with fluorescent graffiti peeling itself off the road and flinging itself at my windshield. When we returned home, we took a wander down by the bay. We sat outside a gorgeous, neopolitan, empty marble ruin on the water. The moon was bright and full, making the thunderheads in the distance a silvery fleece, framed against a black sky filled with stars. It was that time of year when the water would algae in the water phosphoresce bright blue. Horseshoe crabs were mating down by the sea wall, making a loud clacking noise and a very strange sight, silhoutted in the moonlight (if you've ever seen a horseshoe crab, you know what I mean). If we had been straight sober, the vision would have been spectacular. But now we were finally realizing just *how* much acid we had ingested, and what 'ends' really mean. [note: they're the paper containing the most acid, for when sheets are hung up to dry, the acid runs down to the bottom] <br> <br> We decided then to eat one Rohypnol, our first time taking a roofie with acid. Within 15 minutes, I felt an emotional 'rush' much like the first time I did ecstasy. Physically, any 'jitters' commonly associated with acid were transformed into complete relaxation. The visuals became exponentially more vivid and intense. For computer graphically-inclined, the water on the bay uncannily resembled water imported into Photoshop, 'curves' set to their most fluorescent, contrasting levels. <br> <br> As the walls in my mind melted, the world melted around me. Everything in the world merged together, and my friend and I lay under moon and stars, musing about every shade of possibility. Amongst other things, I realized just how mentally inhibited and repressed I am, when I'm considered, and consider myself, quite 'liberated' -- for this optimal state of emotional freedom was only glimpsed through chemical assistance. All the things we regularly choose to forget and ignore, with no notion of forgetting or ignoring them, became perfectly clear to me. I felt spiritually centered and at peace with myself and the world around me -- something, on acid, sober or otherwise -- I haven't felt since. We wandered home in the morning sun and effortlessly drifted off to sleep, accompanied by vivid, bizarre dreams. I haven't taken Rohypnol with acid since, simply due to lack of supply in either or both. <br> <br> For most medical and utilitarian purposes, Rohypnol is the only sedative I know that *actually* works. Valium, Xanax or any other benzo just doesn't do the trick quite like Rohypnol. It zaps insomnia and it can make once impossible and unpleasant tasks a cinch. For instance, I had to take a 16-hour plane journey to Australia. Before they serve dinner, drop a Rohypnol. Drink some wine, eat your meal, and by the time you're finished with dessert, you're feeling deliciously slow. Curl up in some impossible position (only possible in the economy seats), the next thing you know, you're flying over the Great Barrier Reef on a beautiful, sunny Australian morn: happy, refreshed and ready to move heavy suitcases about Sydney Int'l. I have flown quite a few times since, tried it with several other -pams, but I might as well have not taken anything at all! All those crying children, those uncomfortable seats, those nutters who start screaming and punching the crew at 4am and have to be tethered to the floor with masking tape (true story!). I'm not saying it's impossible to wake up on Rohypnol, but once you do, it's very easy to fall back again -- if you allow yourself to. <br> <br> In my trials with Rohypnol, I have found that you can only blackout or forget on Rohypnol if you allow yourself to. It doesn't force you down at all. Actually, I heard that if you're not tired, it doesn't make you 'pass-out' dead asleep, either: it merely makes you forget what you did. I remember everything I've ever done on Rohypnol -- even having drunk ridiculous quantities and smoked bowl-upon-bowl of sticky buds the same evening -- to return to my bed, fully conscious, at the end of it all. As soon as my head hits the pillow and I know I'm safe to sleep, lights are completely out. <br> <br> Though I do remember having thought some very strange things good to do -- like seeing the Human Discoball of Rabbit and the Moon spinning around on stage made me think climbing up and touching his lights a good idea -- I have never done anything out-of-character or humiliating, which is far more than I could say for alcohol, which I generally avoid if there are other options. Being a girl, I am very aware of men in the area that know I'm 'roofed-up'. 99.9% are very protective and caring, watching out for you and for the potentially lecherous male -- very chivalrous, but unnecessary (it's good to make 'em feel needed :p). Rohypnol doesn't dampen my intuition by any means, for it's easy for me to spot those with unsavoury 'ideas'. I usually have a rule of letting only a few people I trust know I am in such a state, just in case some of the media hype turns out to be true. It's never held true in my case, but better safe than sorry. <br> <br> One of my friends was slipped a Rohypnol without her knowledge, for the next day, she woke up disheveled on the couch (though trousers on, which makes her think she might have been conscious at the time) with some condom wrappers on the floor and a used one nearby. She confronted the guy, he admitted to slipping her the pill and found himself with two missing teeth, a broken arm and a slew of other minor injuries a week later (the law just doesn't do it these days). She is very experienced with drug-taking, has taken Rohypnol on a few occasions. She can manage herself, though having smoked much marijuana that night -- most likely with a couple drinks -- couldn't tell there was something else in her Coca-Cola (the 'come-on' of Rohypnol is very distinctive, though easily masked under excessive amounts of weed or alcohol). She says if she had known, she could have remained aware and somehow have removed this character from her house. <br> <br> Even in the face of these kinds of stories, Rohypnol just isn't the foolproof knock-out drug the media purports. If you know what you're dealing with, know the feeling of onset and trust your own intuition about your surroundings, you can remain relatively safe. Also know that Rohypnol can be addictive, like everything we do. If you take it in order to to sleep too many times, you eventually won't be able to sleep without it. Roche has made new Rohypnol turn the color of drinks blue -- not much help with dark drinks, so stick to Sprite! =p <br> <br> So, stick with common sense: have a few trusted friends around, careful with the dosage, don't even try to drive (Rohypnol is the absolute worst driving drug), know your limits and surroundings. So what if kids are taking it for fun? So what if people use it to rectify alcohol hangovers? The reason why America's so full of idiots is because the government allows the people to be idiots with its over-restrictive, reactionary drug legislation. If a drug or chemical is legal, people learn to limit themselves and not gorge out of scarceness, like refugees with clothes or food. No, but the government makes too much money on this starvation mentality. It's much more lucrative to ban a substance than to legalize it, as we have seen proven time and again throughout history. Whose body is it, anyway? What about freedom of choice? It's obviously just an illusion. Who are they trying to fool? <br> <br> And remember, kids: <br> <br> ALCOHOL STILL IS THE NUMBER ONE DATE RAPE DRUG. <br> <br> Let's also try to prevent idiots from misusing Rohypnol to their own twisted ends so they don't deprive us of choice! It's because of them and the media the government wants to make it Schedule I. The media's generating all the public anxiety, making a pile of money from this and spoiling it for the knowledgeable and responsible people out there who just want to experiment. <br> <br> Don't let the sick & twisted (government & media) take away our choice! <br> <br> Do it -- don't abuse it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 2463</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 15, 2000</td><td>Views: 87,020</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2463&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2463&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Flunitrazepam (108), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Retrospective / Summary (11), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=9"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've got a hit of microdot LSD I got at the Grateful Dead concert on July 16th. Its a pale pastel orange pill about 2mm in diameter and 1mm thick. The dude selling it said it was mescaline, which is obviously wrong. <br> <br> 11:27PM: <br> I smoke some harmala extract I made. <br> <br> 11:50PM: <br> I take the hit, and crush up about a gram of harmala seeds and eat them. <br> <br> 12:41AM: <br> Wow! Man I can't even use words now. This acid is very 'electric' feeling. It's quite potent. Sometimes you trip and words don't have enough 'meaning' to say what you need them to. And your mind is full of so many currents and subcurrents of totally unrelated thought-threads, that, like... well, let's try another approach. On acid, the mind doesn't work like it usually does. In the normal state of mind, consciousness is like a single, generally linear, forwardly moving thought-stream, with the subconscious runnin in the background, hidden from view, until you turn your attention to it and pull it into the foreground of consciousness. It's somewhat analogous to the difference between a character-based computer operating system like DOS or, even more so, a Unix shell (normal consciousness) and a GUI (graphical user interface) like X Windows or Windows (the tripping mind). It becomes possible to multitask, with multiple processes equally sharing the foreground. If you are skillful everything can function as a cohesive single interface. There's a hard to explain but fairly common phenomenon on trips that 'feels' like a calm, rational and kind mental 'observer' - the voice of sanity, in a way. Words meant for Unix shell consciousness don't always seem adequate for X Window consciousness situations. I wonder if this'll still seem logical when I'm not tripping. <br> <br> The last few years, since high school I guess, I've had a vague feeling of 'loss' at times. That's not the best word. Angst about who I am and where I'm going. <br> <br> I've got a new job and am about to start school at the local community college again, and I'm meeting new people. I've been feeliong happy and optimistic. I'm sure part of it is a sense of picking up the pieces from living in Florida, but even that is in turn just a part of the broader circle, which I guess is this weird Mother Of All Trips, life. I think angst is just like a clinging to childhood's security. The more you cling to childhood's security, the less secure you feel, making it worse. Then, unless you're unlucky, or stupid, you wake up to the fact, hidden all along in its simple obviousness, that the end of childhood is the other face of the beginning of adulthood. <br> <br> It's like the old proverb that two people can look at the same glass, and one will see it half full and one half empty. Many things in life can be looked at in either a positive or negative way. Are our demons simply misunderstood saviours? Are our gods merely deceitful devils? No, its all in our collective head. All is a glorious neutral, and it is up to our own interpretations and perceptions to define them good or bad. It's so hard to get over loss of childhood precisely because that's how its defined, rather than 'gaining of adulthood.' It's a cultural flaw that we define the experience as the 'end of innocence' or 'being thrown out into the real world,' rather than defining it as a positive beginning. Life is good - If people would all accept that one simple fact, the world would be great! Life *is* good!! <br> <br> 4:30PM - Follow Up: <br> Wow!! What a trip! Finally managed to sleep at 8:30AM. The harmala definitely helped the trip!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1994</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2353</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 15, 2000</td><td>Views: 15,976</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2353&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2353&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), Syrian Rue (45) : 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">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">128 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was April 1997 and I was packing for a school band trip to Tennessee. We would be gone for 5 days, so I wanted to be certain I had packed everything necessary. As I was in the middle of this, the phone rang. It was one of my friends telling me she had found some good acid for me. As my parents were at home, she couldn't bring it to the house, and I was leaving in the morning at 6:30, so I told her I would put the 15 dollars in an envelope and throw it out into my front yard, I even put in a couple of quarters in order to make the envelope heavier, in order for it to fall where I wanted it...So, I opened my second-story window and threw it down. My friend came by, picked up the money and taped the cellophane which enclosed the dipped paper into the inside of my mailbox. Upon rising in the early morning hours, I took my suitcases down to the driveway before my parents could follow me and quickly extracted the package from its hiding place. I had 3 hits in my possession now. I was so anxious. When would I take them? On the road trip? When I got back? On top of all this, it would be my first trip! What amazing experiences I was expecting! I accidently lost one of the squares of paper, though, when I was cutting along the penciled lines which separated each hit...it somehow fell behind my dresser, but I had to leave, so I departed with my two hits. <br> <br> I got on the bus for the long ride at about 7:00 that morning. It was extremely boring. I attempted to listen to some music on my headphones and do some schoolwork, but nothing of interest came to me. Then, I remembered that I had the acid. Wow, I thought, that's something to do. (something extraordinarily stupid, but i didn't realize it at the time.) So, not actually realizing how incapacitated I was about to become, I placed one of the squares onto my tongue. By this time, it was about 9:00. Although I was aware of the effects of LSD, anyone who has ever tried it knows that there is no way to tell someone inexperienced exactly what to expect. I waited for about 30 minutes, and, not feeling anything yet, decided to take the other hit. By 10 AM, I was hit with the most utterly fantastic experience that I could never even imagine. Each of my friends was being seen for the very first time. My friend in the seat in front of me turned around and placed her over-sized headphones on my ears for a minute. I explored every note touched in the song. I swam around on the sound waves. The music flowed straight through my mind. I was completely overwhelmed. <br> <br> Since all of my frineds on the trip were completely anti-illegal anything, I was the only one who was aware of my situation. One friend inquired as to the strange state which my eyes were in, but i just said i didn't know, and continued to awake for what seemed like the first time ever. Every voice on the bus surrounded my mind. One would call out my name in slow motion while the other would echo an infinite number of times. I almost couldn't bear the liveliness around me. I felt as if I was essentially progressing forward, but at the same time, one stream of my consciousness was jetting into the future, while another was lurching behind in the past. everytime someone said something I felt as if I knew what they were going to say before they did, but at the same time I was hearing it for the first time when it left their lips, but then I felt as if I was hearing it just after they said it. I was enveloped in a battle between the past, present and future. I felt like spinning. <br> <br> Once we arrived at our mid-point hotel, I was in the midst of the most glorious trip. I had also become obsessed with the foreign nature of my toes and the skin that covered them. I could not stop examining them in my clear plastic sandals. Later, after the most intense bites of salad and sips of coke at dinner, I acquired the most wonderful feeling. I, in about 10 seconds, figured out everything. I discovered the language that human should be speaking. It was the most perfect laguage. It was so perfect though, and it was all jetting through my bring so incredibly quickly, that I could not relay it to a single soul. My thoughts were not compatible with any known words. In this time, I had discovered how to obtain perfection in the world. I found the beauty in every single image that flashed through my mind. I realized the perfection in all life, which is normally viewed as just the opposite. I was so sure that I would be able to tell people of the most wonderful language when I came down. Finally, 15 hours after I dropped the hits (yes, I said 15), I started to come down. I was able to force myself to sleep and try to remember everything I had learned that day. <br> <br> Unfortunately, of course, when I woke up, the language and the perfection were gone. Every thought and insight that had seemed so intricate in the weaving of my existence had been pushed behind my consciousness. I could not retrieve it. Yet, from that day on, I have continued to find beauty in unexpected places, and people. That day is still regarded as home to one of the most significant experiences of my life. Hopefully, it will never all fade away, and I will be able to look back and remember something about that utter perfection that I saw for that short time, and the most beautiful sounds from the perfect language that ran through my head. I will always have a desire to go back to that point, and I wish that everyone could have experienced that with me. It was truly amazing, and I believe I will cherish it for the rest of my life.<!-- 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: 431</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 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 10,979</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=431&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=431&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), 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">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+ 7:00</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+ 8:50</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> </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">70.5 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The setting and mood was joyful. I had been away for about six months and could only stay a couple of days. I had been clean for the time I had been gone, and was expecting my tolerances to be near nothing. <br> <br> 2:00 p.m. - half a black gel was downed <br> <br> 3:00 p.m. - the effects are becoming noticable. I have mild stimulation and am intigued by the most simple objects. The music is wonderful and I complement my friend on his excellent taste as we drive to the mall. I arrive at the mall with all intents a tripping teenager. Not many visuals but I felt a sense of joy which I had not grasped in some time; a piece of myself had come back. <br> <br> 9:00 p.m. - ate the rest of the gel <br> <br> 9:50 p.m. - I did not know that I could 'build' on (the effect) with acid, from what someone else had told me, but I was now experiencing the total ramification of a single hit. Laughing; tripping; insane. <br> <br> 10:50 p.m. - took the roll. The name, I presume, was 'Lemondrop'. The guy supposedly swore by them as the best to hit the area in a while. I had rolled once before and recall it as the most peaceful moments in my life (then I came down and felt like shit for a week). I was very psyched about candyflipping. The fractals were off the wall, literally. I was at light speed. <br> <br> 11:45 - my face is flat on the floor. The roll hit me like a Mack Truck and I'm left smiling; saying 'oh my god'. Massages and Vicks Vapor sticks were all around me. Comforting me. LOVING ME. my teeth were not still and I mangled the hell out of a glowstick. The beanbag chair seemed to hug me; love me. Everything was so beautiful. The colors; the faces; even persons I do not like I liked. It was perfect. The CD player didn't work so I took my music to my car and the sonics poured out of the speakers with the intensity of lava. I made statements; regrets; apologies; and intentions to my friends. I loved him. <br> <br> We were now nomads. I was treking up a hill when these sudden panic attacks pelted me. I had been through these before (bad trip episodes) and could now handle them very well. I turned away from the fear and searing heat that attempted to take hold. I came again and I raised my hand. I sat down and stared at the stars as they were smeared across the sky. I felt my feelings being reflected back from them; I felt spectacular. The facts came to me and flowed like a playful brook about my head. I made mindless assumptions which have left me since then. The X was talking. [I talked to my friends about stuff and blah blah blah, the story goes on] <br> <br> 2:05 a.m. - we went back to the cave to meet with MacCleod. We puffed on him and he told of a cat and good days past. I was now uncontrollably laughing and the colors were in a rage. Red, Green, and Purple were shooting everywhere; wrapping around me. I tasted them. It was the taste of color. Take all four tastes: Salt, Sweet, Sour, and Bitter; and then add a fifth, Color. It was creamy and melting, smothering my head with this other candy. <br> <br> I mistook the glowstick for a lighter and my hand for the bong. The colors were getting in the way as I was shifting from reality to candyland. I saw my hand melt into space-time? am I here. I'm back again and so is MacCleod. Cool; soothing (Note to guys: on drugs or not, put Gold Bond foot powder on your balls. No joke. I am serious. Just a small handful. There is nothing better than pineapple sherbert on your pieces). 'Wait, did I ask you?'.'Where did you come from?', and the story writes itself. My mind has been running to so many places that it is getting tired. It will have to take a break. The couch is very comfortable. <br> <br> I wake up. <br> Beaten and exhausted. <br> What he hell had happened?<!-- 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: 451</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 30, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,069</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=451&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=451&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) : Small Group (2-9) (17), 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">6 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">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I trip sporadically-from every day spanning a week to once every couple months- each time taking in excess of 3 hits. I usually trip with at least one other person. My experiences transpire generally with my peers who have dosed smaller amounts than I (e.g. they eat 1-2 tabs while I eat 3-7) and I am much less affected by the drug. My trips range from no effect at all to a felling of euphoria and/or anxiety accompanied by a most entertaining and subversive train of thought. Last time I tripped I took 3 hits and my girlfriend took 1 and my trip lasted about an hour and a half. <br> <br> I experienced no visual hallucinations, just a heightened perception of beauty in everything around me, and the usual unsusual and insightful train of thought. I felt high and happy with no ill effects (I have never experienced any ill effects besides a sore neck probobly from looking around so much). My girlfriend on the other hand had a very intense trip lasting about 10 hours. We both took the same acid, and we both smoked the same amount of pot. The pot seems to have little or no effect on my friends and I while we are tripping. My girlfriend had finally come down around 5 in the morning and she wanted to smoke some pot. I used the lavatory, noticed my pupils were no longer dialated and returned to pack up a bong. We smoked about 3 grams of pot and then my girlfriend freaked out and started crying saying that she was still not finished tripping, but then she came to her senses and began to laugh, thinking that the pot had caused this to occour. (is this possible?) I went to look and sure enough my pupils had widened, but I felt no different. <br> <br> On a seperate occasion I took 5 doses of lsd and felt nothing but a bout of hot flashes and anxiety. My pupils never dialated but I did feel dosed. All effects stopped thereafter and my peers who had taken only 1 hit of acid were bouncing off the walls and they ended up having an 8 hour trip. I ended up going to sleep about 2 and a half hours after consuming the 5 sugar cubes. <br> <br> I have done a bit of searching and cannot find any explanation behind a tolerance to lsd besides dormant or active pschotic disorders. I am pretty sure I have no psychotic disorder but I have been told I need to be checked for ADD. I would like to find out any correlations between tolerance and biological/psychological make up. I smoke pot every day and meditate occasionally. If any of you guys has any info on this subject I would be happy to hear it.<!-- 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: 472</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 31, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,981</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=472&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=472&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> </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">50 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I dropped 1 tab, basically had a very sketchy bad trip. The next morning I woke up and everything was a little flashy and i thought it would go away but it didn't. <br> <br> I have had it for 8 months know and I often find myself trying to peer through the weirdness but i never can. I call it the 'CONFUSION' because it is very unpleasant especially at the age of 15. To tell the truth I really hate it and wish I could reverse to the day I took it and get pissed instead.<!-- 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: 796</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 4, 2000</td><td>Views: 23,043</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=796&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=796&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), Health Problems (27), Post Trip Problems (8), 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>(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">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The headline in the paper said 'local teen claims he is god.' The article read that a local teen alledged of been on LSD was arrested for disruption of peace, disortly conduct, resisting arrest, and a whole other list of what seemed to be petty charges. But the article forgot to mention a few details. And I know because I was there, it happened at my house. <br> My boyfriend, three of his friends, and I went to a party and bought some acid. Each of us had taken two purple gel tabs. All of us except for one of my boyfriends friends had taken gel tabs before. James had only tripped one time and it had been off of one hit of blotter. <br> <br> My boyfriend and his friends headed back to our house and me and one of my girlfriends went to Perkins to get something to eat. We had just gotten oiur food and I was starting to feel sick. My friend said that I looked kind of pale and I went to the bathroom and threw up. Before I puked I hadn't started tripping, but as soon as I walked out of the bathroom my buzz majorly kicked in. I didn't feel sick any more and I felt really good. On my way home I was seeing really awesome chasers off the stars. I thought it was going to be the best trip that I had ever had. I was going to find out very soon that I was wrong. <br> <br> I got back to my house and started to watch T.V. The boys were in the kitchen doing something. My boyfriend told me that he and one of the other boys were going to go get something to eat and that they would be back. (Note: I was Trippin' I forgot that he told me that.) So they leave and I go in the kitchen with Jeremy and James (the two friends that were still there.) Now I had tripped a few times before this and I had never had a bad experience with acid. I always had a really good time and I laughed a lot. Even the first time that I did it, and the same with all of my friends that had done it. (and we were not big drug doers. We smoked weed and that was it.) <br> <br> So James seems to be getting kind of uneasy. And he asked me 'Where did Mike go?' (Mike was my boyfriend) and I told him that I didn't know. And he asked me if I was worried about him and I told him no. So about five seconds later James asks me the same question. So I give him the same answer. Jeremy noticed that James was acting kind of funny so he told him that Mike went to the store and that he would be right back. (because we forgot where he told us that he went.) So James starts to get really weird. And he looks right at me, almost like he was looking in me and he askd me 'is this the truth?' and I had no fucking idea what he was talking about. And I just looked at him funny. Because it wasn't that he was asking me if Mike really went to the store, I didn't know what he wanted to know. So them he gets real excited and he says , 'We're tripping on acid. We're tripping on acid!' And then we asked if this was reality. I told him that it was and that we were just tripping and everything was okay. So he was like, 'I like you.' And I told him that I liked him to. And he said, 'No. I don't think you understand. I like you.' So I got the hint and told him that that was very nice of him to say but that I already had a boyfriend. And he wasn't satisfied by that. He was like, 'Just tell me that you like me.' And he gave me this really evil look and I shit you not he drilled into my head and asked me, 'where is Mike then?' and I got really scared then and I yelled. 'I told you that I didn't know!' and he got really quiet and he said 'Mike is dead.' and I was like 'No, that's stupid.' but since I was tripping I started to think about it and it did seem like he was gone for a really long time and we were all tripping, so I started to get worried. But then I was like no way. But James was convinced and he kept looking at me asking me the same question in my head. (now I don't know anything scientific about this, but once my boyfriend told me that if two people are tripping that they can talk to each other and not say anything. <br> <br> Up until that point I thought he was full of shit, but I swear on my life and I swear to this day that James and I were going back and forth, and not saying anything out loud.) So I'm starting to freak out now. Yelling to James, in my head, to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. And then he says with dead serousness, 'Mike is dead and you're my girlfriend now, and this is my house.' and Jeremy finally speaks up and says, 'no, this is not your house. And there are two other roommates upstairs who aren't tripping who are trying to sleep.' And then James told Jeremy that he looked like a vampire and told him not to talk anymore. I looked at James, and I mean this was the first time that I realized that I was looking at him and he looked like he was dead. He was really tall and skinny and his face was almost a yellow color and his lips were purple and his eyes looked really blank. So I said that I was going to go upstairs and go to sleep. I got halfway up the stairs and James grabs my arm and drags me back into the kitchen. He sits me down in a chair and tells me that I'm not allowed to move. And then he puts his arms around my head, almost like in a headlock, and starts breathing really heavy. I was like fuck this and I got up and I ran up the stairs. (like in the scary movies when the girl goes up the stairs when she should really leave the house.) And I go up into my girfriend Meg's room, and I tell her to lock her door. <br> <br> All of a sudden I hear this like crashing downstairs and I'm trying to explain to Meg what was going on. The I hear James making all of these sex noices and he was yelling my name. Now up until this point this boy had barely spoken to me. He was always very quiet and polite. Then he was yelling, 'where are you? I can feel you.' and a few more explicit things that I don't care to go into detail about. And then I heard a bang and I heard him coming up the stairs. He went right to Meg's door and started pounding on it. Demanding that I come out. He got down on the floor and was sticking his hand undre th door going ,'Oh, I can feel you. Let me in!' I by this point was sitting on the bed bawling, but trying to be as quiet as I possibly could and just praying that the whole thing was just a bad dream and that it would be over soon, or that Mike would come home, or anything. And I wanted to put my head right through the wall. We wanted to call the cops, but we didn't have a phone in the room. Finally James was making so much noise that our other roommate woke up. And we heard him come out of his room and go, 'Dude what the fuck.' And James said, 'I'll suck your dick.' and our roommate started swearing and then we heard this big rukus in the hall. Meg opened the door a crack and then shut it really quick. She said, 'OH my god. He is buck naked.' I guess he tried to grab our roommate and our roommate tackled him to the floor and beat the hell out of him. Then our roommate called the cops and told us not to come out of the bedroom until the cops got there. Like that was an option. James continued to lie on the floor and scream out my name until the police got there. When they got there they brought an ambulance. James trold the cops that he didn't care what they did to him because he was God and he created everything. And he kept yelling that he had figured 'IT' out and htat he was the smartest man alive. The cops thought that it was kind of funny. I didn't. They finally took him out in a straight jacket. Just as they were taking him out Mike and his friend came home. Mike said that James was screaming about how he had figured it out and then yelled to Mike that he wasn't gay. <br> <br> A policeman came to talked to me and there was no way I was going to tell him what really happened, so I just told him that I was sitting at my house and Jmes just walked in and started flipping out. And the cop said, 'well I heard there was some LSD going around.' (thanks for the tid bit officer.) So after everybody was cleared out I went to the bathroom and threw up, again. And I just laid in my bed and cried until I went to sleep. To this very day James is not the same. In fact now he's referred to around town as Crazy James. I don't live in the town anymore and I don't usually like to tell people about what happened, but in a small town everybody knows everything anyway. A year later I did acid again. And I was fine. After the whole thing happened I went online and looked up everything that I could find about LSD. I read a book called 'Using LSD to heighten the Buddhist Tibetan Experience' and it tells you how to prepare for using LSD and how to calm someone down who is having a bad trip. What I've learned in all my experiences with LSD (because this was not the first bad trip that I've seen, but definitely the worst.) I've come to realize an important lesson. A weak mind can't handle a strong drug. You have to be totally comfortable with who you're tripping with. And just have fun don't be scared. Now as far as talking without saying anything...it hasn't happened since, but if it does happen to you just hope that it somebody that you feel okay about it happening with. And be careful.<!-- 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: 513</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: Sep 8, 2000</td><td>Views: 34,499</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=513&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=513&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), 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">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well, my first mistake was that this, my first trip, was also my first time doing anything. I was 17, and I've been a relatively 'straight kid' for most of my life, I mean I had only been drunk once. Anyways, I had never quite been against drugs, and thought it would be neat to try one that would give me a definite, memorable experience. So, a couple newer friends of mine asked if I wanted to trip, so I accepted. I took one hit, and my friends each took two. <br> <br> All was well when it just started to kick in, extreme happiness, a body buzz.. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing. Then, just as things started getting a bit overwhelming, my friends' parents came home. So, we had to go out walking around a very busy part of town. During our walk, we were especially out of it because 1) the acid we took was unusually strong and we were peaking 2) we were in a very uncomfortable, transient environment and 3) because we had no one to calm us down. To make matters worse, a guy came up to me, and asked me for my number, and then if I had any cocaine. This, was particularly unpleasant, as I didn't want to be asked any questions, and I was somehow convinced that I might simply have been imagining the walk, and that I was still back at the house. My friends proceeded to haul me into various stores at which we bought nothing, and I became even more irritated, afraid and paranoid. <br> <br> Finally we returned to my friend's house. That's when we heard Rod Stewart music spewing from outside. My friends, much more enthusiastic than I at this point, bolted outside to see where it was coming from. Right then, alone in the room, I felt very overwhelmed, and wanted only to have the trip over with, so much so that I was almost willing to just call my parents and explain everything so that I could get help if possible. My friends rushed back in, somewhat oblivious to my bad trip, as I was trying very hard not to show it. Thankfully, my friend sat me down, put on some nice music, and put a magic eye book on my lap, which seemed to calm me down. After I had come off of my peak, we watched tv, and then played with the snow on the screen. The rest of the night was wonderful and calm. So I guess I can say I'm not scared off lsd, but I'd definitely reconsider the environment in which to take it.<!-- 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: 714</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 10, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,801</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=714&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=714&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), First Times (2), 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> 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+ 2:45</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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:30</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> <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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 7:00</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+ 11:00</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">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well I started my day at around 3 pm when I dropped my first hit of acid (I decided to take them one at a time to max on peaks). Once I began to feel it kicking in I took another, by then it was about 4. Around 5:45 I began peaking on the first one so I took another. At 6:30 I was pretty fucked up so I said fuck it and took #4. Then we headed to the party. I chilled there for a while and drank some beer, then said to hell with all of this and took the last one I had, it was now 7:30. Then I smoked mad herbs and drank more beer. <br> <br> Around 8:30 shit became extremely weird yet I decided to keep drinking and smoking cuz it was the fucking millennium, after expressing to my friends that I had never been that fucked up in my life and didn't find it possible to get anymore fucked up a friend of mine sold me a white buddah E pill, it was like 9:45 or 10 (by then time had no meaning). I took it down and decided to call my mom before shit got any weirder to tell her I wasn't coming home that night. Then me and three of my closest friends in the world went to our car and listened to lords of acid. Only three of us took E but we were all trippin. This being my first E experience and being on 5 hits of really strong acid, I had no idea what I was in for. <br> <br> So we are all just chilling in my friends car trippin our balls off and all of a sudden everything I see looked digital, like a video game. And then those in the car became extremely close, well except for our friend that was just tripping, we didn't realize at the time but we scared the hell outta him with our talk of loving each other when my friend's girlfriend kissed me in front of him and he didn't care. The we took off the sunroof (despite the frigid weather) and I began staring into space and tried to grab at the stars which were dripping and doing all kinds of shit that was just purely amazing to me. The midnight hour was approaching and I was still optimistic about the world ending, of course I really did care if we all came to an end while in the state of mind I was in. So I went into the house and watched the ball drop with the 45-60 some odd people there and the world didn't end. <br> <br> So I came down off the E and the acid was still going strong and to my displeasure all of the pills had been eaten but there was another tab left so I bought that and brought the count up to 6, that was around 1:30 or 2. Somehow I passed out at like 6:30 but woke up 2 hours later, still trippin (which seemed to last for about a week and a half). I smoked a couple bowls and went home, that was definitely the best day of my life.<!-- 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: 1331</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 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,979</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1331&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1331&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) : Large Group (10+) (19), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=14"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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">40 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/4_acetoxy_dipt/">4-AcO-DiPT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:45</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> </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 --> 6:20 pm <br> <br> This is the oddest tryptamine I've seen -- a purpleblue, almost gooey substance. I weigh out 40mg. <br> <br> 6:30 gulp <br> <br> 6:45 first twinges; sticky throat, stuffed up nose. Yup, its a tryptamine. Wait a few more minutes and then eat 2 slices of pizza, hoping its not too soon after ingestion to affect the outcome. <br> <br> 7:00 teaching firebuilding to child. <br> <br> 7:10 My heart just bloomed. It felt as though it swelled to larger than normal and then unfolded itself and blossomed within me. <br> <br> 7:30 Heart racing. Jelly limbs. Very pleasant feeling. Sort of jovial -- not the spasms of laughter of LSD, but a satisfying all-over body smile. <br> <br> Suddenly realizing I forgot to check my stock of smokes before launching, I wonder about driving to the store and interacting with the clerk. I do a few mind/body checks (typing to check my manual dexterity [wpm was noticably higher without errors], a few math problems in my head, and a few vision tests like shaking my head rapidly with eyes open and then trying to snap to focus. Everything checked out, so I hopped in the truck and headed out. Noted the only visual difference the entire evening on my way to the store - depth perception seemed 'deeper'. The entire excursion went very well and I was back home in a matter of minutes. <br> <br> 8:00 Full bore. Marvelous. Clarity of thought, although there's a bit of spaceyness to it. Moments where my whole body quivers like jello forcing me to lay down briefly... feelings very similar to significant doses of psilocybin, but not so intense as to make me question my physical existence. Feel very confident serving as ground control for Jetsam's second high dose LSD experience as I drip 4 drops on her tongue. <br> <br> 9:00 Still going strong, but starting to wane physically. Thoughts are a bit scattered, ADD-like. Consider doing something else, but can't consider it long enough to decide what. Watching Jetsam from a distance and occasionally holding her hand feels glowey. <br> <br> Get the children well settled for the night (so I think) and lay on the futon with Jetsam. Sensuality overtakes us both and soon we're nekkid and writhing. It wasn't like MDMA where everything is tingly and feels just incredible; it was more like swirling our minds and bodies together. Of note to me was the indefatigable nature of my erection; very un-tryptamine-like, in my experience. Viagra's got nothin' on this stuff. ;) Orgasm was delayed and when it arrived, it came surging in like a tidal wave, completely particalizing my body and sparking an amazing kaliedascope in my mind. Wow! <br> <br> 10:00 Getting sleepy, but my mind is still going strong. Definitely nowhere near baseline. Familiar tryptamine post-peak bowel rumblings and gas passing. <br> <br> A friend and I had planned on meeting over the net and taking LSD simultaneously across the country from one another. There were some roadblocks, but just after 10, we agreed we were ready. Around 10:15, I consume 2 hits of fine acid. I'm interested to see how the effects are different due to the 4-acetoxy-dipt. <br> <br> Sometime in this hour, one of the children experiences a major bowel movement in his sleep, requiring a diaper change involving waaay too many wipes. Given Jetsam's state, I volunteered. Let's just say the times I've dealt with bloody injuries while zooming were distinctly more pleasant than that diaper change. <br> <br> 11:00 Found it very difficult to discern the difference between the 2 substances. The LSD is definitely coming on, but there are no G-forces or additional jelly limbs or jitters; just a very smooth transition into a similar but somewhat different space. At the 45 minute point, I would normally be in no condition to sleep, but I felt I could about that time if I decided to. <br> <br> Spend time going back and forth from talking/sprawling with Jetsam to the computer room and IRC. Feel the need to defecate and find that I have diahhrea also (not uncommon for me on tryptamines). Get what I can out without any trauma and continue on my way. <br> <br> 12:00 midnight OK, I'm feeling the acid now. No sleep for awhile, it seems. I find that wondrous deep thought space that acid induces and enjoy several deep conversations over IRC with friends. Topics turn to relationships and I spend the next several hours discussing what it means to be with someone for years. <br> <br> Another round of diahhrea, less pleasant than the first. Ugh. Child also still agitated, so my time was busied with trying to relax, trying to get the kid to sleep, chatting on IRC, and shitting. <br> <br> 1:00 Excellent talks with Jetsam and IRC people. The two substances combine to create a wonderfully thoughtful headspace. Body starting to shut down, but my mind is still highly active. <br> <br> 2:00 Continued talks and more splaying on the futon. Child finally falls asleep around 2:30 and we both seem to start sinking shortly thereafter. <br> <br> Finally shut everything down about 3:30 and try to sleep. Sleep isn't found until after almost 2 hours of tryptamine hypnosis (which I enjoy). <br> <br> Awake with the children just before 8am and feel surprisingly OK. The day after L for me is usually blah and ughy feeling, especially after only 3 hours sleep, but I feel warm and open and alive. My body is tired, but my emotional state is wonderful. I felt like talking openly and candidly with Jetsam and the kids and doing so was wonderful; something we don't do often enough together.<!-- 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: 2943</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 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 16,743</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2943&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2943&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">4-AcO-DiPT (55), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=14"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">240 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>(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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Biostats: male, 36, 150#, hyper metabolism. <br> <br> Set: great mood for a great party. moderate energy level, very relaxed. Ate very little that day with a modest bowl of stew around 6pm. <br> <br> Setting: rural area gathering of musicians and music lovers, approximately 200 in attendance. Daytime temp near 90, cooling down to upper 60s at night. <br> <br> Summary: DXM-adulterated ecstasy can be a big surprise. <br> <br> At roughly 9pm, 4 drops medium-high quality liquid LSD hit my tongue. Felt minor stirrings at about T(L)+30 minutes but difficult to quantify due to setting. Full on ascension at T(L)+1. Wonderful vibe wandering from place to place chatting and laughing and dancing. Lots of smiles and friendly people everywhere. <br> <br> At T(L)+3+ (just after midnight), I ate a white tablet, approximately the size of an aspirin, with red/brown/purple specks reported by a trusted source to be ecstasy. I then proceeded to dance to 3 songs, each 6-8 minutes in length. The area was very hot, easily in the 80s. By the middle of the second song, my shirt was unbuttoned. By the end of the third song my shirt was off, I was dripping sweat, and I thought it wise to skip a song and get some air outside. This would have been about T(E)+20 and T(L)+3.5 (full bore). <br> <br> I expected to be able to cool off outside and I was a bit perplexed by how much I was sweating. It is not unusual for me to sweat a lot on MDMA, but this was too soon for MDMA to be taking effect and it was more sweat than was normal for me. I wandered off to relieve my bladder thinking maybe that was part of it. Instead of the pleasing chill afterward, I got flushed even more and got extremely nauseaus but could only dry heave (another fairly common problem I have with MDMA but again this was way too SOON!). When I returned to my group one of them asked if I had just jumped into the pool. I laid down on the grass, but just couldn't cool off. Got nauseaus again; as I walked off to a discrete area to heave, I noticed my balance was all fucked up. That is what finally convinced me that I what I had taken was NOT MDMA. <br> <br> I staggered back to our vehicle with the help of Jetsam where I laid around for 2 hours alternating between freezing and burning up and occasionally leaning out the door to dry heave (I was never able to actually vomit anything), the whole time in a delerious semi-conscious state. We were both worried, although something inside me knew I was going to be OK. Finally, at T(!E)+3.5/T(L)+6.5 (3:30am), I was able to get to my feet and rejoin the party. <br> <br> My head was very confused, groggy, and slow. The party seemed unusually sedate for that hour. For the rest of the night, I mostly sat around and talked; watched some musicians, but didn't have the energy to dance much. <br> <br> That's the jist of it... head was in a fog the rest of the following day, tho it got better as the day progressed. Upon chemical analysis, the pills turned out to be 240mg DXM with 240mg buffer. <br> <br> Given that nothing tragic happened, I am personally glad to have had the experience. I would _not_ want it to happen to others. I have heard many reports of adulterated ecstasy but had never taken anything thinking it was MDMA and discovering it wasn't. It was rather boggling to me at the time, especially under the influence of acid. My only real sense of loss is the more than 2 hours I missed interacting with people I really dig. <br> <br> In closing, I want to send a big FUCK YOU to the people who make and distribute this shit under the guise of MDMA. The profit margins on pure MDMA are astronomical enough without trying to squeeze another 25 cents out of each pill. Had it been put forth as DXM, people still would have done it and probably paid as much, but would have done so with different intent in mind and likely not at the height of the party. Greed is the bile of human thought.<!-- 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: 2944</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 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 23,380</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2944&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2944&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), DXM (22) : Combinations (3), Health Problems (27), What Was in That? (26), 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">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 --> I will never forget the night I first tried lsd. I was 15 years old and a freshman in highschool. It was a cool summer evening and the sky was very clear. Like many other teens I had already experimented with marijuana and was starting to become one of it's biggest fans. It was one of those spur of the moment kind of things like many teenagers do. <br> <br> My best friend Jay and I went to another friend's house nicknamed ODB. He was already big in to drugs, so over the past months he had been transforming his room in to a 'hippie's paradise'. He had blacklights, posters, some he had bought and some he had made himself. We walked in to ODB's room and he was already preparing for the 'big night'. Making his bed and setting up a T.V. that we never ended up watching. He was running around frantically cleaning his room and putting up a couple more posters. <br> <br> I remember walking in to his closet and seeing blacklight posters and other things that may amuse us later. Soon after ODB was finished, another one of my good friends, Beast came over. He was the one with the stuff. He eagerly handed out the mysterious drug. Jay and I only took one hit because we were kind of sketchy about it. But ODB and Beast being the 'pro's' took two apiece. <br> <br> The waiting was the only bad part of the night. I had never done acid before so the anxiety was almost unbearable. Jay and I had to go visit my girlfriend at another guy's house. The walk over there was fun and seemed unusually short. I had this great feeling inside me, like I was the happiest guy on the face of the planet. It felt like there were a million things to do and I wanted to do them all but there wasn't enough time. The simplest things seemed amusing and interesting to me. I wanted to pet that dog, or go into that store. I wanted swing on the swings and throw around rocks. Just stupid little things like that. I wasn't for sure if it had kicked in all the way at that point but I was pretty sure that something abnormal was going on. <br> <br> My girlfriend took us to a party where they were watching some older horror movies. The waiting dragged on but it wasn't until the middle of Texas Chainsaw Massacre the fun truely began. It was about 10 guys and girls crammed into a dark small living room. Most of the kids were straight edge, which meant that they did nothing that would harm their body and never consumed foriegn substances that would impair them in any way. There we were, Jay and I in the middle of the dark living room floor laughing hysterically at what was supposed to be the scariest part. I felt like I could see in all directions without even turning my head. Everything around me seemed to creep slowly toward me as if to tickle me. This made me laugh even more. I looked at Jay and he just didn't seem to look 100% right. I then realized it was because he looked taller and stretched out like bubblegum. I knew at that point the lsd had taken it's effect on me. <br> <br> I felt like was part of the room instead of just a guest sitting in it. It was an undescribable feeling. Jay and I were so excited that we had to meet back up with ODB and Beast. The walk back to ODB's house was like nothing I've ever experienced before. Cigarettes were like a gourmet meal and they went down like water. I went through a half of a pack on the half mile walk. <br> <br> When we got back to ODB's house and met up with him and Beast, we shared a look as if to say to each other 'This stuff is the shit'. We all knew how each other was feeling. The scene that night was like one out of a hippie movie. The 4 of us were crammed into ODB's small walk-in closet with his blacklights on and the song by Oasis 'champagne supernova' on repeat. We just layed there and talked and laughed and joked around like most immature teenagers did. At that point I felt the closest to my friends than I ever have before. We sat their sharing memories and remeniscing about past summers of skateboarding and smoking pot. Sometimes Beast, right out of nowhere would pick up his leg and say 'Hey guys I found this leg just sittin here. What should I do with it?' It was stupid but very amusing to us at the time. <br> <br> As it started to get later and later then earlier and earlier we could tell that the acid was starting to lose it's effects. The 4 of us went outside to pass around a couple of joints Beast had on him. What can I say? The kid came prepared. After the joints I felt like I was tripping again. We went back in to ODB's house as quiet as 4 tripping kids could have. We laid down a little more and declared ourselves drug buddies. Unfortunately the pot took it's effect too and over powered the faint traces left of the acid. We all ended up falling asleep around 5:00 am. Poor ODB had to go to hockey practice the next day but me Beast and Jay didn't care, at least we got to sleep in.<!-- 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: 564</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 15</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 14, 2000</td><td>Views: 13,300</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=564&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=564&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), 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">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">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This story is being composed in hopes to help anybody who might find themselves in similar situations while experimenting with hallucinogens. The story begins... <br> <br> I was 17 at the time, and I had just finished high school. I was in high spirits with it being summertime and all. I have an Uncle from California (I live in NJ) who usually visits every summer. He has always been great with me, so I try to spend as much time as I can with him for the short time that he's here. Well, this was a time I would NEVER forget!!! =) <br> <br> While my Uncle visits us in NJ, he stays over my Grandmother's (his Mother's) house. So I decided to stay the night over her house to hang out with him, talk, listen to music, play guitar, or whatever, because he is really great to be around. It must've been around 8:30pm as it was just getting dark. We decided to go for a walk to the store to get a drink on that warm summer evening. As we were walking back to my Grandmother's house, he suggested that we should 'trip' tonight. I was a little surprised, as I wasn't aware that he had any LSD with him. I told him that I had never done it before, and he seemed shocked. He said 'Oh man, George!!! We've gotta trip tonight!' He seemed really big on the idea of it being my first time, and him being the experienced mentor. <br> <br> We walked back into the house, and upstairs to where the spare room was that he and I would be staying. It was around 9:30pm now, and my Grandmother was in her room across the hall getting settled to go to sleep. We closed the door to the spare bedroom, and discussed how much I should take. He was fumbling around in his suitcase, and I told him that I thought I should only take one hit, since i'd never done it before. He waved his hand at me as if to blow me off, and said 'Ahhhh, you'll be fine with 2!' Now, you must understand that through his eyes, 2 hits of today's LSD IS nothing, because he comes from a time, the 60's of course, where people were taking 10 hits of much stronger acid, usually in the 400-600 ug (micrograms) range. However, I reluctantly decided to place all of my trust in him, as he'd never done me harm before. I took the 2 small tabs out of his hand, and put them in my mouth. <br> <br> He suggested that we go downstairs to watch some TV, as there would be a little time before anything would happen. I followed the leader. I was laying on one couch, and he was on the other. We were flipping through channels, not really saying a word to eachother. I was finding myself absorbed in the TV, but otherwise fine, not really feeling any different. My Grandmother has a sillhoulette in the living room, which was right behind the couch I was lying on. It had been about 1/2 hour since we initally dropped the tabs, and I was looking through the sillhoulette now, and noticing small colorless kalidescope like patterns all over it. I blew it off as it just being the way the light looked behind it, through the silky material. But I noticed that I couldn't help but to keep staring at it, and my body felt energized, electrically charged. I suggested to my Uncle that we go back upstairs to the room, that I was starting to feel weird. He must've not been feeling it yet, because he said to me 'Are you sure? Already?' I told him yes, and thankfully he agreed, and we walked up the stairs, and opened the door to the bedroom where we would spend the rest of the night. <br> <br> It seemed as though the moment we opened the door and walked into the room, it was like stepping through the door to another dimension, much like Alice going into Wonderland. At this point, I realized that the trip must be in full bloom. 'I must be peaking now..' I thought to myself. The lights were on in the room, and I decided to sit on the bed and play around with my acoustic guitar that I had brought over. I passed that idea quickly when I realized that I could hardly play a note; the guitar somehow seemed foreign to me now, and felt very awkward in my hands. I put it down, and sat back, talking with my Uncle. <br> <br> For some reason, my Grandmother came banging on the door. She seemed to be mad about something, but it was hard for me to hear her with all the whirring and swooshing noises going on around me, or was it in my head? =) She walked in, and I broke out in hysterics! I was laughing so hard on the bed at the mere sight of her! She looked tired, with one eye open (obviously we had woken her up) and her hair seemed to not be attached to her head!! It looked as though each single strand was an energy bolt of sorts, and was extending out, alive from her head! The thought and sight of that caused me to double over in laughter. Now understand, that this was strange for me. This was the first time where I wasn't able to control myself. I'd always prided myself on being a person able to deal with any situation that may arise while I was on drugs. I had smoked pot many, many times before, and never was unable to control myself if I had to, whether it was near parents, cops, whatever. Now, here I was laughing perhaps harder then I ever had, right in my Grandmother's face!!! She was yelling something about us having the windows open in the room while she had the central air going. My Uncle, obviously experienced in having to deal with situations while tripping, quickly patronized her, shut the windows, and rushed her back to bed. We closed the door behind her, and decided to be a little quieter. <br> <br> We turned out the lights in the room, and went only by the street lights shining in from outside. This was sufficient lighting to see each other and find things in the room. I was really spinning now, I had a million thoughts going through my head at once, almost as a slideshow, but in a split second. My Uncle decided we should listen to some music, and we chose the Beatles' White Album. (For anybody that wants good music to trip to, listen to this!) I laid myself back on the bed, and my Uncle sat near in a chair in a corner adjacent to the bed. The music was strange and alive, and although I had heard this album numerous times, I heard things in it that I never had before. My Uncle and I weren't talking at all now, just enjoying the music. Well, at least he was. I was far too caught up with what was going on in my head and in front of my eyes. What was strange was how any sound I heard produced a corresponding hallucination. I kept feeling as though I was slipping in and out of consciousness, but during the times of 'unconsciousness', I was fully aware of my being unconscious! My eyes seemed to be closed, and I saw millions of patterns of cobweb and honeycomb like visuals, which would spin towards my field of vision, rotate, fade out, and then the next one would begin. All the time, they would be changing color as well. I remember green being a very dominant color in the entire experience though. <br> <br> I seemed to have 3 separate points of consciousness; My main awareness, which knew that I was on acid, was at my Grandmother's in a room with my Uncle, and knew that I was lying on the bed tripping out of my mind. Then the 2nd one, which was dealing with all of these images coming at me, and a 3rd which was completely emotional. That part is the most memorable; I remember going through every state of emotions in turn, in sequential order. Each seemed to last only a few seconds. I felt happy, then sad, then frightened, then angry, then depressed, and then it would begin all over again. It was almost like a wheel turning, and at any given point on this wheel lay a state of emotion, which I would experience with each turn of the wheel. All 3 of these seemingly separate consciousnesses co-existed, harmoniously and accordingly. No one interfered with the other; yet I was fully aware of all 3 at the exact same time, with my full attention devoted to ALL 3 together. At the points where I would seem to wake, or slip back into consciousness, I would look around the room, and the plants would seem to ooze, or melt. I would close my eyes for a second, open them to look at the plants which would appear normal, and a couple of seconds later the oozing process would begin all over again. This amazed and intrigued me! Then something really strange happened; I can only decribe it best as an out of body experience, for lack of better words. I noticed that I was no longer on the bed, but rather in a far corner, suspended in mid air, watching the entire scene as if an observer. I saw myself lying on the bed, with a cloudy greenish hue surrounding me. I saw the entire room from where I was, and I saw my Uncle talking to me on the bed. I saw myself answering him 'Yes', 'Yes', to whatever he said, although I knew that 'I' lying on the bed had no idea what he was even saying. I could no longer comprehend language, only thought had any substance now. At some point I found myself back in my body, but in a state of unconsciouness again. Now I saw my life literally flash before my eyes, in all of 2 seconds, like a tape rewinding, but at a tremendous speed. I acutally saw an embryo inside a womb, which I knew was myself. I thought I had died. This thought, though, was not at all unpleasant. I felt content with whatever was happening, because I knew that I was useless in trying to fight it. The time after this is blank, all I remember is my Uncle talking a whole lot to me, and me not understanding a word he was saying. I remember that I just kept saying 'yea' and 'yes' to everything he said. He didn't argue, although I was probably not making much sense. He probably knew that I was far out, and decided to let me enjoy it and find my way, map my own realms. <br> <br> In an instant, I felt almost 'normal' again; something, which I can only describe as a great intensity, was no longer there. It had been there a second ago, and like a flash of light, it was gone. I could hear normal again, see normal, speak, and comprehend. I didn't feel completely 'myself' though, and I knew the trip wasn't over, perhaps only the peak. I felt detached, but this didn't bother me. I felt enchanted, or mystified. I felt as though I had figured out the keys to the universe, the answers to the unanswerable, and that I was almost God-like. I knew I still wouldn't be able to fall asleep, as so many things were running through my head. Not as they were before, but rather I was thinking about the things I had thought up before. Everything now, though, didn't seem quite as baffling and perplexing as it had an hour before. Either way, I felt as though I had been through a war, and came out victorious. I had 'myself' back again! I felt reborn, like a new person. I felt as though my spirit had been cleansed, refreshed. My Uncle suggested that we go outside on the porch and smoke cigarettes. That sounded like the best idea i'd ever heard! About half an hour later, we retreated back into the room and I laid myself down to rest. I knew I still couldn't sleep yet, but I started feeling worn, physically, and mentally fatigued. My Uncle had CD's playing very softly now, and I lay on the bed as the morning sun rose. I was awake to hear the very first sounds of the day. Birds began to chirp, people were waking up and starting their cars to head out to work. Everything seemed a little more crisp, with more life then ever before. This was a nice thought to me. I slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep. I remember my dreams that morning being more vivid than ever before in my life, and probably even up until now. <br> <br> I've tripped on LSD dozens of times after that, and on many more doses then the 2 I took that night. But never did I have a trip again like I did with my Uncle. Perhaps it was because I had complete trust in him, and because of that there was no paranoia. Or perhaps I never had a trip like that again because I became so interested in LSD, I did months and months of research on it, and came to know almost everything there is to know about it. Maybe because I knew exactly what to expect now, learned all about 'set' and 'setting', purchased the 'Psychedelic Experience' book, that I ruined tripping for myself? Not to say I never had fun again on it, but it never had that magic it did that night.....<!-- 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: 608</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 18, 2000</td><td>Views: 13,047</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=608&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=608&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), 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">  </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">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I am by no means a writer and some of my accounts of this story may seem hazy and Chaotic but this is the best way for me to describe this experience. I`d been Joy Trippin for like 10 or 12 years but nothing was ever quite like this. It was February of 1998. The day stared off normal enough as I woke up, grabbed for my pack of Ports and the phone. I made some calls and headed out the door by 2 in the afternoon with my friend Theresa. We made it into Austin at about 3 and went downtown to chill with some Kidz on the Drag for a few hours. Some Kid told us about a party that night so that became our goal for the evening. The party itself went off without a hitch and all was good catchin up with some Kidz I hadn`t seen in a while and doin some doses. I don`t usually make it a point to keep track of how many hits I`ve taken but I`m sure it was somewhere around 50 paper doses. At any rate I was informed before the night was over to come to this girl Heidi`s (R.I.P.)house the next day if I was gonna be in town at around 5 cause my friend Tre had somethin in mind for me. <br> <br> It was on. Theresa and I went on back home and slept for a few hours woke up showered and chilled for a while. We made it back to Austin around 6:30(fashionably late)and no sooner made it in the door as my friend Tre said 'open up Kid'. He dosed me about 10 drops of the Sickest Liquid I`ve ever come across. We chilled there for a while and by 7 were out the door to another friends house. The Trip started to set in a little within an hour but it was a feeling I had never experienced before. I felt really uptight and on edge so I smoked some hydro and tried to relax. No dice. This feeling went on for almost 4 hours and I was feeling pretty sick pretty much just thinkin it was bad acid but not wanting to say anything to Tre to Dis his shit. Tre decided it was time to set his plan in motion and asked us if we were ready to go. I asked him where to and he just smiled. O.K. no biggie,this is Tre...so off we went. Me, Theresa, Tre and his Girl. Our destination turned out to be a Howard Johnson Motel in Austin on the top floor of all places. <br> <br> Like I said I was feelin pretty bad so goin to the top floor didn`t seem like all that much Phun. When we got to the room Tre told me there was someone he wanted me to meet. I asked him who right as the door opened. I wasn`t sure who this Cat was but I was sure I`d seen him before. He let us in the room and we all exchanged greetings and all that jazz. After a few minutes of chit chat this person that I`ll call F. asked me if I`d like to do some drops with him. I told him I`d taken 10 already and he asked me if I was still sick. Feeling Puzzled I said yeah why?(Thinkin maybe somethin was really wrong with this situation). He asked Tre how long ago I dosed and when Tre told him about 4 hours he said I`d feel better soon and once again asked me if I wanted to do some doses. At that point(and I don`t know why) I said sure. He asked me how many and I got all cocky and said whatever`s clever (big mistake). He came over to me with a vial, bit the tip off and squirted it into my mouth. I instantly started geekin in my mind but held it in to at least look like I was keeping my composure. He then did the same for himself. A few minutes later the sickness was actually going away replaced with an intense feeling of warmth. Tre and F. spoke amongst themselves as I spoke with Theresa who had also done about 30 or 40 drops herself. During this time Tre was tellin F. of how I had always wanted to Spin Out and had never manged to get there even though it wasn`t uncommon for me to eat a sheet or more at a time. F. came back over to me and talked about it with me a bit before offering me the chance I`d always wanted. Put on the spot of it I was a little scared at first but I`m sure it was just the realization of what I had already taken was starting to mess me up pretty bad. I agreed not really knowing what was gonna take place in the next few minutes as I started trying to convince myself I`d be ok. F. pulled out a different batch of vials along with a bottle of 2 fingered tequila (that I later found out was full of Un-Cut Liquid) and carefully put different amounts of (unmeasured)doses in each of 6 vials. Not knowing exactly how much was in each one.He had me sit in a chair, place my hands on my lap and tilt my head back when he started pouring the vials in my mouth and on my face. When he was finished he gave me a hug followed by one from Tre and wished me well on my journey. I relaxed a bit and started to fall into the groove of things for a few minutes when it hit me all at once. <br> <br> At first it was very peaceful, I started to drift off out of consciousness a bit and was experiencing visuals at an unheard of level, but about 5 minutes later something went wrong.I fell into a complete panic. I started feeling as though I couldn`t breathe. I looked around the room and not wanting anyone to know I was panicking I closed my eyes and tried to ride it out as with any other trip. No dice. In my head I saw blood everywhere and saw myself losing it and starting to kill people that were in the hotel room with me. I opened my eyes again and jerked my head from side to side trying to find a way out of this mindset. I told myself that I needed to get out of the room before I lost it and jumped up and reached for the door. I made it about halfway out the door when I had the feeling and thought in my head that I was telling myself that I would jump (remember I`m on the top floor). I jumped back in the door slamming it and put my back against the door as I slid down it to the ground. Every bad thing that people had told me could happen ran thru my mind and I felt them all happening to me at that point. Tre looked over at me and asked me how I felt and if I was ok. I told him no. He asked me what was wrong and I told him i was scared. He tried to assure me that there was nothing to be afraid of and that it was just my mind trying to let go and that I was trying to hold it back and should just let it go. I put my hands to my head and started crying squeezing my head. At this point he knew something wasn`t right and grabbed F.`s attention to let him know that I was geekin. F. came to me and sat down on the floor beside me, he offered me a bowl and tried to talk to me a bit. I wasn`t comprehending anything and my heart was racing. He helped me up and had me sit in the chair I had started out in. (This is where it got crazy) He had me close my eyes and started placing peaceful thoughts in my head to help me relax as reality was floating away quickly (all this happened within 10 to 15 minutes from the point he splashed me) <br> <br> He decided this wasn`t going to work and had everyone either leave or be quiet.He took hold of my hand and led me somewhere in my mind I`d never been. He was telling me kinda what to look for and when I found it I let him know. He asked me if I was there and I told him I was. All I could see was a tornado of different colored numbers and letters. He talked to me very calmly and led me back to a point where I was somewhat in grips with what was going on.(more or less I`d say this has to be close to being hyptnotized)I couldn`t believe this was happening.It couldn`t be real.I tried to make sense of it in what little mind I had left but it was no good.This went on for about 20 minutes. Just him talking to me and takin me for a ride (I`d heard of this happening but never believed it was real). When he brought me out I seemed to understand alot more of what was going on around me and things were clearer but I insisted that none of this was real. I quickly put it out of my mind just thankful to be feeling somewhat better but it wouldn`t last for long. He had just gotten me thru the onset of it all. A little later we left there on a mission to get some Meth from another Cat across town. I was feeling really mellow when we left not really thinking about things too much. Just kinda goin with the flow of thoughts of peaceful things that F. had fed me. <br> <br> When we got to this Kidz appartment I realized quickly that this was a set up. They opened the door and told us to come in but the first thing I saw was a kid hiding in the hall and the barrel of a shotgun barely sticking out. I turned and looked at another kid who had a gun in his pants. As I started to bolt Tre also saw what was going on and started to run also. I took a few running steps and rather that go down the stairs I jumped from the second level walkway. Tre ran down half the stairs before looking back and seeing them start to come after us. I was already in the car and was starting to pull out while opening his door for him to jump in. As we started down the road 2 gunshots rang out and my mind went with them. I don`t know how we made it back to the hotel but we did and right then and there I lost it. I lost all track of everything in my mind. Nothing was real.I don`t really know how to expalin it without sounding like a fool but oh well. I lost myself as a physical being. I didn`t exist. No one did. Nothing was real. No shapes no thoughts,nothing. I was lost in a space of colors. Beautiful colors coming and going from every direction. Not a single thought existed. I was told that what it looked like is that I`d fallen into a Trance and about 20 minutes into it they said I just passed out. Out of fear of what had happened earlier no one wanted to call an ambulance and have everyone all freaked out so F.had some of the people there take off just in case anything happened to me so they wouldn`t be involved. I was that close to death becoming a reality and didn`t even know it. <br> <br> I awoke several hours later completely delirious. Not being able to make any sense of anything. My ability to speak was gone only to be replaced by jibber jabber baby talk. I stayed like that for a couple of hours (while I was told later everyone sat around watching me hoping I`d be ok but not really knowing if I would or not). (I was also told of the baby talk as they called it as I had no recollection of it) After that I passed out again and everyone started to panic a bit. This went on with me waking up and passing out the whole morning, day and half of the next night. I finally started to come out of it a bit when I heard the phone ring. I looked around and asked everyone what was going on. I was still really out of it but I had some senses of things. I smoked a bowl with some help and they managed to feed me a bit when it hit me again. This time I understood things a lot better but was still not in my right mind. By the morning I was able to get in the car to start making my way home. 'Finally' I thought. I was able to drive so I figured I must be ok. Everyone thanked me for giving them the scare of their lives as Theresa and I left the hotel. Halfway home we noticed a DPS Trooper right on our bumper. Not good. I was able to maintain some kind of mindset to keep the car straight and that he was just running the tags to make sure we were all good. Whew!! We were and he went on his way. I had trouble getting used to being anywhere but the hotel for hours when we got back to my friends apt. and by the evening time headed back for Austin still trippin. We hooked up with Tre and his girl and rented a room where Tre and I proceeded to match and raise each other on doses the whole night with both of us passing out and waking up over and over again. You`d think I would have learned something or been afraid but after all I had already been thru nothing seemed impossible. I don`t know what exactly happened to me on that trip but I haven`t been the same person. I lost some of my edge on things that I don`t understand. I can`t explain what I saw. It was religious, it was eternal, it was pure insanity. I learned some things during this time though I`m still not really sure what they were. I don`t know if I would recomend anyone doing this without putting some serious thought into it first. I could have died and it didn`t cross my mind until I was faced with the reality of it. <br> <br> Raw Liquid is about as pure as it gets aside from getting dusted from a crystal and None of us are really sure how much I was given. F. isn`t even sure and was upset with himself for not being more careful. I`m alive and it`s all good but I don`t know if I`d ever do it again. It took almost 2 months for me to feel normal and get some of the things I had seen out of my head and to this day I`m still not the same person I was when I got up that day to drive to Austin. Getting Spun is something that can easily get out of hand. This is a very dangerous thing to do. Not knowing the exact Mics you`ve ingested can be fatal, and with Liquid it`s hard to say. Keep that in mind if you decide to venture any further than just weekend Joy Tripping. It`s so much more than that. It`s an Experience. One of a lifetime for me I think. Omega<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1998</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1312</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 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 10,832</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1312&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1312&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), 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">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">  </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> </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">107 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> One day last summer, my girlfriend and I decided to take some green gel tabs. My girlfriend, who is only 4'9' and 90lbs, and I (5'3' 107 lbs) had no idea how potent this stuff was. <br> <br> Our first mistake was taking a dosage that was too high for our body weights and level of experience. We had both tripped previously but only on 1 hit and it wasn't that strong. <br> <br> Our second mistake was taking it on a Saturday morning on our way to an acquaintence's house, which we had only met several weeks prior to our usage. <br> <br> When we arrived we still weren't really feeling it, but after about an hour, I looked at my girlfriend and she started freaking out. I looked at her and all of the sudden I started feeling the trip too. It hit really fast and really hard. She started crying. She wouldn't or couldn't talk. So I asked her if she wanted to leave the place that we were, even though I know how dangerous it is to drive, but we had to get out of there. <br> <br> I didn't want to be driving so I tried to think of the most comfortable, closest place we could go. We went to my good friend Sue's house who lived nearby. This was the best thing I could have done. <br> <br> Although I had never had any experience with anyone having a bad trip...I seemed to understand where my friend was at. If I didn't talk myself down, I would slip into the terrified state that she was in. <br> <br> After we got to my friends house, I held my girlfriend and just talked soothingly to her. I reminded her that we were just tripping and that this feeling would end. I told her that if she concentrated, she could pull herself out of it. After about 2 hours of consoling her...she finally came out of it. If I hadn't had to work so hard on consoling her...I would have probably started wigging out too. I couldn't sleep for about 32 hours from the time I took the acid. <br> <br> Now you would think that we learned our lesson about experimenting with psychedelic drugs but about a year later, we decided to do some shrooms. Now she had done them before but I never had. <br> <br> I bought some from a very close friend of mine. I told him about her bad acid trip and asked him approximately how much shrooms we should take given our previous experience. He told me that 1/2 of an eighth would be good for both of us. Well, he was way off...because I took only the caps from 1/2 of an eighth and that was a little too much. <br> <br> We took them on a Sunday morning because neither one of us had to work the next day. We were watching Behind the Music on VH1. For some reason I couldn't stand watching TV. It was mentally disturbing to me so I decided to take a shower and get dressed so that we could go do something. Well, I couldn't stand in the shower because my legs felt like cement. My girlfriend and I took a hot bath instead. It felt so good. We sat in there for about an hour and watched our kittens play. That was the best part of the experience. After we finally got out...I didn't have the ability to get dressed so we just layed on our bed. All kinds of strange and demented thoughts went through my head. I started questioning who I was and my relationships with my girlfriend and my parents. Things felt really depressing to me. I am a lesbian and I started questioning if I was making the right choices. It's hard to explain but I started to feel trapped in my life. <br> <br> After about a 1/2 hour which felt longer than the rest of the entire day, some friends of mine stopped over. That pulled me out of the depression. After getting a horrible sleep that night, the affects finally wore off. <br> <br> I will never touch any psychedelic drugs again. Not because I had a horrible trip...but because it seems to bring too intense of a feeling and the depression lasted a couple of days after the intitial trips.<!-- 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: 580</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 3, 2000</td><td>Views: 15,560</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=580&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=580&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) : Various (28), Depression (15), Difficult Experiences (5)</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>(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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was new to the entire drug culture, psychedelic and non, when I had my first trip. It was something that allowed me to see the deeper edges of my soul. I saw the abstractions of reality that, in turn, showed me the truth of my reality. (That's some deeep shit.) I was open to it. Heck, I was on a roll since I'd recently started smoking pot. LSD was the next logical step (bitter sarcasm). I knew things would look strange and they told me all about the severance of reality and the other reality or realities my mind would create. <br> <br> Looking back on it I wish it had happened differently. It was going to be my first trip and people I didn't know all that well had decided it would be a good idea to give me three drops. I didn't know any better, but I didn't want to spoil anything. Also, we were smoking marijuana. Great set up so far, right? (Booo.) Anyway, so it was to be the four of us, my friend P-dog (Ha! No, that's not what I really call him. Please.) and his two female friends (their names don't matter because at all the interesting points I couldn't tell them apart) and we were all going to spend the night at the girls' place. So I was with one person I knew in a foreign place, but then, at the time, like I said, I didn't know any better. <br> <br> Things started off simply enough. The four of us were watching 'Half-Baked' and I was smoking up with them like a good little pot-head stoner should and about 10 minutes after dropping, my entire body was hit with a wave of weight, everything was suddenly very heavy. But that, I'm sure, was just the pot. I was hoping it would relax me so that if anything really crazy happened I just wouldn't care. Oh, the irony. I was all ready for the trip to begin so I just sat back and closed my eyes and relaxed. I started having what P-dog and I refer to as 'crazy thinkin',' which is basically thinking about things you never think about, nothing special. This went on for a while and somewhere along the way the movie had ended. When I finally opened my eyes all the regular lights were off and the black lights had come on. Then the fun began because the 'real' reality began its rough split with the new realities. <br> <br> Several different phases occurred. First I just sat there, listening to what the people around me were talking about. I didn't feel like moving at all but I don't know if I could have. I eventually did get up as the next half-hour or so was spent going back and forth from the kitchen with P-dog and one of the girls, trying to get my friend a drink of water. Each time we got to the kitchen he'd get distracted by something and we'd head back out and so on. <br> <br> The next phase was where I lost hold of reality. My friend and I were lying on a futon with one of the girls and I had my eyes closed, still just relaxing. This time when I closed my eyes I had crazy thinkin' and all the typical crazy patterns. Sound became light which became shapes, etc. Cool shit. That must've lasted an hour or so, I think. <br> <br> When I opened my eyes later I was alone on the futon. I found out later that my friend during this time had sort of freaked out and the girls were tending to him (sort of.) They weren't real helpful for my friend and I. He was in the other room, curled up in a ball in a closet and for some reason they were keeping me from him. So I sat down in the other room and I started thinking that he was dying or something; I got really anxious. One of the girls asked if I was ok and I guess I said I was ok a bunch of times but I only remember a couple times. I don't know why she would keep asking me but then she was tripping as well. <br> <br> While my friend was in the other room, reality had slipped away and I was trying my best to deal with that fact. I kept asking the girl with me whether or not I was 'really alive,' if I was 'really there with her.' I soon felt like I was in some high-rise hotel and I was really rich and she was a prostitute. It was what my mind had put together in trying to figure out where I was and who I was. I then became abusive with her and the other girl who was now back in the room. (I guess P-dog was still in the closet.) Since I was rich and they were prostitutes I had license to curse at them and smack them around, which I promptly did. (I regret it somewhat but they weren't really friends so I didn't stress about it afterwards.) Then I got to thinking that I was the CEO/President of this international mega-corporation. Where else did the money come from? And then the pseudo-'visions of truth' came into play. <br> <br> I felt like what happened was that I was the chief of this company and that my entire life up until that point, my real life, had just been a bad acid trip. 20 years of my life weren't real. I was blown away. I started reciting all the names and dates I could think of to see if they were familiar to the others, but of course they didn't know what was going on. I felt like I didn't know anyone around me, that who I thought they were wasn't real. I started bawling saying I was coming to them 'from ground zero,' that I didn't know anything about the world, and I didn't. I told my friend that he was now 'God' to me. I was desperately reaching to him for help, but he couldn't really help me in retrospect. <br> <br> Then I felt this amazing energy surge through me. My entire body tensed as it felt like I was suddenly omnipotent and didn't have the knowledge to control the power. And that's what I believed. I was giving off so much energy that when I opened my eyes to look at my friend, who was sitting with me on the floor at this point, it looked like I was literally blowing him away. Picture a candle that suddenly has a really, really hot heat lamp/fan blowing on it. Features just sliding back, his glasses melted onto his face, now nothing more than brown lines 'drawn' on his skin. Everything in the room was being blown away. I was terrified and I started trying to get away from it all, closing my eyes, thrusting him away. Then my brain told me I was the true God, awakening from a mortal shell. The energy I gave off destroyed the physical world. All of it, the whole universe. And now it only existed in my head. I could only really enjoy the sensation of the power for a few moments at a time because then my friend was lying on top of me trying to calm me down, but the sweat I felt on my back was blood to me and it felt like he was melting all over me. <br> <br> The last paragraph took about 4-5 hours real-time, so I'm told. It didn't seem that long. But I got to thinking that maybe there's something holding me back (returning to the pseudo-truths) that's like a little linchpin that's holding back a dam. Like, there's something I need to break through and all my potential will come rushing out like the power I felt that night. The odd thing was that in the next few months I went through some psychological testing and they found that there was only one thing that was essentially holding back my abilities. It's not a little pin that can be just popped out, but as soon as it's conquered all my abilities can 'rush forth,' if you will. I don't know if I'd do LSD again, but I am intrigued by the insights it may show me. And besides, with the way the first trip sucked, I feel like I want to 'get it right' and get the setting right for the next time, should it come.<!-- 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: 624</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 5, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,335</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=624&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=624&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), Difficult Experiences (5), 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=9"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </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/ayahuasca/">Ayahuasca</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(tea)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.33 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">0.2 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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:15</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">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> 12:40AM <br> ------- <br> Drank my remaining ayahuasca - really only enough for MAO inhibition and maybe a DMT buzz. Took about 1/3 hit of Stars acid. <br> <br> 1:40AM <br> ------ <br> Wish I'd taken more acid! Too late to do more, so I take about 1/5 of a Crown MDMA pill. I figure, combining sub-active levels (well, definitely beyond a buzz dose) of 3 drugs, I can 'paint' an interesting pharmacological picture. <br> <br> 1:52AM <br> ------ <br> I'm sucking on a sliver (maybe 1/4 hit) of acid. Time to enjoy some music and wait for fireworks! <br> <br> 2:26AM <br> ------ <br> I'm not tripping unusually hard, but I'm pretty high. Its predominantly an acid/harmala trip, but there's no visuals. Music, on the other hand, is absolutely beautiful. And it's emotionally a very powerful trip. That's probably mostly due to set, but there may be enough MDMA in this body of mine to be playing a role. <br> <br> I was listening to Bob Dylan... 'Shelter From The Storm' came on, which has always reminded me of an old ex-girlfriend, K (a relationship that ended when she went away to college, though we maintained a friendship for years after), but particularly reminded me of her tonight. K... God, she meant so much to me. She was so pivotal in the course of my life. It's been around a year since I've spoken to her. All I've got is a stack of letters, physically... but inside, I've got a lot from her. She taught me a lot about life - most importantly, how to be loved. I want to go read those letters. <br> <br> 4:03AM <br> ------ <br> I've spent the last hour and a half (thats all??) in a universe where music, thought and physical sensation fuse into realms of unimaginable beauty. I feel a loss now, with the lights on and headphones off. Of course, I'm noticing the visuals now. Mild, but there - mostly acid-like but there is a definate nystagmus, so the MDMA is playing a role. It definately is mentally! I can't say if the ayahuasca is there. This mostly feels like a good acid trip. <br> <br> I did read K's letters, which was quite powerful. I travelled memory lanes too long neglected. Walking around Old Town Alexandria, laying under the stars at the Waterfront Festival, holding hands on the Metro. She taught me so much about life and love. I remember her one afternoon in Old Town, talking to a homeless drunk with more human compassion than he'd probably ever seen - that was a defining moment in my life. It was poignant that one of her letters was a Valentine's card. I never realized what I had! K, wherever you are, bless you! I owe you so much more than I ever thanked you for! <br> <br> 5:14AM <br> ------ <br> This is a pretty strong trip! Very mental. My mind wanders everywhere. The visual aspect is minor, but the rest more than makes up! I think the peak's past, and I hope I'll be able to sleep before too long, but I'm going to enjoy the rest of the trip. I feel such joy... When I stop writing, I notice I'm tripping very hard. I'm tripping harder than the drugs can account for, I think. This is too beautiful to waste by writing... not that writing is ever a waste. But for now, I've better ways to spend my energies.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1998</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2367</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 8, 2000</td><td>Views: 25,347</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2367&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2367&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Ayahuasca (8), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : 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">  </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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A couple of months ago 2 of my friends and myself decided that we wanted to take some acid over christmas break. I have used acid before in higher doses than the one we decided to take, so I was not worried or anything like that. We dropped the acid at about 10:00 P.M. at night. Within 20 min the acid was definately kicking in for me and my one friend (we'll call him N). We were all well aware that set and setting are essential when it comes to tripping so we all agreed that we felt comforatable at N's house. Within an 1 hour my visuals started to become clearer to me. It was a great trip for the first 2 hours. Naturally everything was moving. The walls were breathing , and the ground looked like a huge tidal wave that would always rise higher and higher but right before it would hit me it would shrink down to nothing. <br> <br> A million thoughts raced through my head throughout the whole trip. I remember just wanting the trip to get more intense every second. My friends and I thought that there was no better way to do that than to smoke some dank weed. And to our luck we had just purchased 30 dollars a gram weed. We decided to smoke it out of the basement window. By this time i was totally out of it , but that didn't stop us from chiefing up. The bowl eventually made its way over to me. I remember taking a huge hit and as i went to blow the smoke out the window i lost my balance (because i was tripping so hard) and knocked one of the alarm bars off of my friends window. During that split second I remember getting the most paranoid and fearful feeling in my entire life. My one friend (we'll call him J) reacted quick to the situation and told N about what happened. At this time N went upstairs to turn the alarm off. But he thought it would be funny to say that the cops were on their way. When I think about this now, I realize that he didn't understand YOU DON'T MESS WITH PEOPLES MINDS WHEN THEY ARE TRIPPING BALLS!!! <br> <br> So anyways I was trying to clean up and my friend was saying 'Fuck it we're caught, lets just finish smoking this bowl.' At this time I completely lost it. I almost broke down right there. I saw my whole life end at that moment. The thought of getting caught with acid , and dank weed by the cops terrified me. I thought everything hit rock bottom. Instead of panicking, because in the back of my mind I thought in some weird way this was just part of the trip or something else related to the drug, i didn't scream or run or do anything. Instead I sat in the corner of the couch with the most emotionless faces I have ever conceived. By this time, the smarter of my 2 friends J had calmed me down and told me that it was a joke. After I realized that my visuals of the trip became even more intense. <br> <br> I think that somehow I got so scared it made me flip out hardcore in my mind. The rest of the trip I really enjoyed but I still will never forget that feeling of fear, and I will always remember to trip with only people I trust 100% and who know how to handle themselves with hallucinogens....<!-- 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: 692</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 9, 2000</td><td>Views: 10,234</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=692&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=692&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/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 --> This is one of the worst trips I have ever had on LSD. It is also one of the most important experiences I have had and has shaped the way I look at the workings of the human mind. <br> <br> This experience happened when I was 17 years old and I am now 23. At this time I had been experimenting with LSD for a couple years and had many deeply profound experiences previous to this 'event'. I had also had some terrible trips which had given me insight into the realm of true insanity and reality altering psychosis. Most of these other trips had been too chaotic and detached from reality for me to comprehend from a SANE perspective. They were more or less the most disturbing experiences of my life...but this experience brought a new meaning to 'BAD TRIP'. <br> <br> At this time in my life I was going to raves on a weekly basis. Me and my very close friends went to a party that was mostly dark and fast techno (hardcore). As far as set and setting goes this is a horrible mistake, but I was a young kid and did not know about safe and comfortable settings. Adding to the dark atmosphere was an overwhelming bad attitude coming from most people. I ate 2 hits of unknown blotter even though my tolerence for substances was/is EXTREMELY low. It turns out this was REALLY potent LSD as well. <br> <br> About 45 minutes after ingesting the doses I was in the bathroom watching a crack deal happen. At this point I am beyond the jittery 'coming on' effects, and I am starting to feel extremely altered. Someone selling crack at a party is the last thing I need to see so I go out into the barely lit main room and try to dance to the dark sounds coming out of the overdriven and distorting sound system. Within a few minutes reality begins to crumble in a way I had never experienced and would never experience again. All the sounds going into my head seemed to be perpetually dropping in pitch as well as the rate of the 'cycles' I heard/felt. Then all of a sudden I would realize that it was actually happening super fast but still dropping in frequency. This sound began to effect me physically. Pure terror started to creep over my mind and body. It was like the sound of decay at an unbearable volume breathing into my being. <br> <br> From here on until I came back to reality time was an unknown concept and had no affect on my thought process. I remember wandering around suffering from deep dread and undescribable doom. This feeling can not be communicated in words. I found myself outside of the main room and at a small set of steps which led to a small platform and a lifesized crusified jesus. Turns out this rave was being put on in a community center where church services are held! That still disturbs me because of the type of energy which was manifesting at that party. Anyway, at this point I sort of collapse in front of this statue. And as the world slips further away I feel every part of my being die and begin to decay. <br> <br> To this day I don't think I have felt as overwhelmed with fear and dread as i did then. I felt as though years and then decades and centuries passed within seconds as my physical form decayed into the earth which quickly covered 'me' up. It was almost like I was watching it happen in a time lapse video or stop animation. I look back on this as the symbolic death of my ego. Next, I remember being back at the party, but now all of the hundreds of kids are demonic/angelic entities and their focus is on me. The music has stopped and a creepy energy is begining to pulsate out of the crowd. I know that they are trying to convince me of taking on a powerful role of some sort which I know is against all I stand for. I now find myself on the stage looking out into the crowd. (It is important that I mention that I was raised Catholic, but I had become a believer in a more chaotic higher power than the god I was taught about as a boy.) <br> <br> Then, I felt as though 'they' were right and I should take on this role. This made me feel exulted and full of power and cosmic importance. The music came back on and it was glorious. Then, quickly I knew that this was wrong and that 'they' were tricking me into some kind of eternal damnation and the terror came back stronger than before. They knew I had changed my mind and the music stopped abruptly and was replaced by the 'evil energy'.I knew that my decision had eternal and cosmic consequence and that the 'wrong' decision would be the end of EVERYTHING. <br> <br> This continued for what seemed like eternity untill I 'woke up' outside in the car we came in with all my friends looking at me, half amused and half terrified. At this point I realized I had been saying the word 'heaven' over and over again. It felt like a mantra that I had to repeat to get 'out' of the place I was trapped in (the darkest depthes of my mind). I came down almost instantly from a peak and being back in the real world was shocking and terrifying because then I understood what I had just gone through in a more 'conscious' state of mind. I told everyone right there to never let me injest LSD ever again. <br> <br> Needless to say I did continue experiments in the world of psychedelics and have had experiences that were quite the opposite of this one. I felt much peace and unity with the universe since that event, but that experience was the most seperated from the 'essence of life' that I have ever felt. <br> <br> This event taught me about how important the mind set and the environment around you are while playing with the chemicals in your head. It also made me realize how much a hallucinogenic experience can teach you about your perception of the world as well as your subconscious struggles. It made me see how much I am a part of the universe and how everything I do affects everyone and everything. I continue on my path to this day (however infrequently it happens)... THE EVOLUTION OF PERCEPTION...<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1994</td><td width="90">ExpID: 687</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 9, 2000</td><td>Views: 12,466</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=687&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=687&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) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Entities / Beings (37), 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></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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> As a person prone to extreme behaviors and depressed states, it was a bad idea for me to expirement with LSD. Nevertheless, having grown bored with Marijauna after 2 or 3 months, the only other drugs available were acid and heavier substances such as cocaine and opium which I had no interest in. 2 years later, I have come to decide that LSD is in some ways one of the strongest substances available, but at the time I was unaware. I had done acid a few times prior to the one I am about to describe, but only at very low, purely 'recreational' doses. <br> <br> Set and setting are key, and so by dropping acid before class, I was setting myself up to fail in many ways, but I did not know any of this at the time. I swallowed 3 'hits' of acid about 4 hours before I had to go back home. ABout 40 minutes later, I became aware of a sensation of reality 'swimming' around me. Anywhere that I looked, the walls would buckle and breathe, swelling and bulging, and any surface that I observed that was broken into small pieces (IE, carpets, TV static, gravel, etc.) were textured with pictures, images straight from my subconcious, almost exclusivly faces. <br> <br> My whole body felt alive in a way that I had not before expirenced. I had an extremely diffacult time keeping exactly what I was supposed to be doing in focus, and I became convinced that I had done something horribly wrong. I then became aware of 3 levels of error: peers, family, and the law. I was totally convinced that everyone around me must know that I was tripping, and hiding this fact became my primary goal. Everyone who passed me seemed to be looking at me, looking down on me. At this point the visual and audial distortions were no longer 'fun' or 'interesting'; the psychological barrier that let me keep everything in focus was gone and I just wanted to come down. Somehow, I managed to get home, (although someone had to remind me which stop to get off at: the visual stimulus of traveling in a vehicle at 35MPH was too much and I went into some kind of trance state that I barely remember) and I remember feeling like I was going to vomit. I didn't though, and I went into my house and lay on my bed, closed my eyes but instead of seeing the normal blotchy-black, I saw brillent geometeric patterns that cascaded and grew until I saw a sheet or pure blinding white, and on some level I realized the drug's effects had reached their peak. <br> <br> I ran outside, blinding into the woods, and felt that I was the One and Only: all external stimulus was being interpreted as a manifestation of internal forces: it wasn't that I was at one with the universe, I WAS the universe. This was a terrifying proposition which faded almost immediately, and then I realized I was just a player in the game of life, a game that I suddenly decided was very much worth playing, and I became convinced I had forfeited, that I was going to die. This also faded, and then I was aware that I was me, and that I had taken LSD, and that this was a terrible thing that I was going to be punished for. I started to come up with excuses, ways I could fool the authorities, and then I went insider and collapsed in shame. For some reason I called my mother and told her that I was on LSD.... my parents were products of the 60's, and she knew how to deal with the situation <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text"> called my mother and told her that I was on LSD.... my parents were products of the 60's, and she knew how to deal with the situation</div></div>, made me realize that it was just a drug and that it was going to wear off. <br> <br> Nevertheless, it was a harrowing, unpleasent expirence. It was mind-blowing enough that I saw the creative, constructive, enlightening potential of the drug, but it had none of these effects on me. All in all, I would say that LSD can be wonderful (this was neither my first nor my last expirence with it, only the most intense) but it was not for me. As anyone who knows anything about psychadelics would also say, if you're going to trip, make sure the setting is appropriate, have a clear mind beforehand as any residual negative emotions are likely to be intensified, and never trip alone.<!-- 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: 752</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 9, 2000</td><td>Views: 9,515</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=752&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=752&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), Difficult Experiences (5)</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+ 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">60 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Once upon a time, my boyfriend and I took 2 stamps (blotter hits) each for the first time. After one hour we still did not feel anything so we each decided to take another stamp. <br> <br> After about one and a half hours sounds around us were starting to change. They were heard more intensely than before, our eye focusing changed and our legs started to feel like they were made of elastic, accompanied by an uneasy feeling in the stomach. On top of that we felt as if we were being watched and heard by someone. We tried to watch the movie. But no success. Suddenly the telephone rang. I staggered over, picked it up and all I could hear was a strange buzz on the other end. <br> <br> By this time, the feeling of nausea, the limpness of our bodies and the change in sight, hearing, thinking, smelling and tasting really started to get to us seriously. My boyfriend felt pretty uneasy at the thought of how strong the effects would eventually be, and where it was gonna lead us. We decided to walk a bit around the house and everything we looked at, walls, ceilings, our faces, began to come alive, as if everything surrounding us, even the air we breathed, was covered with an amazingly colourful energy field composed of extraordinary vivid colours of sparkling green, purple and blue, like millions of pieces of glitter, all radiant and moving, constantly changing everything into living energy forms. <br> <br> We walked towards the bedroom to lie down, hoping the strange feeling in our bodies would go away. Lying on the bed, we closed our eyes. I felt great and excited over my new state of mind. Believe it or not, when my attention shifted to my boyfriend's emotional state I could actually feel the essence of his deepest fear. He was so frightened for what he was momentarily experiencing, that he thought the hand of the devil tried to grab his heart right through the mattress to pull him down. I wrapped my arms around him and comforted him that there was no need to be frightened. That he should let go of that fear and that he should to try to surrender to this new state and perceptions. <br> <br> Then something astonishing happened to us. As soon as we closed our eyes again, something pulled us out of our bodies and we were literally launched into the skies, like a rocket, right through the roof of our appartment into the vastness of what appeared to be the actual universe itself. Together we flew with the speed of light through this immense black space and it felt like we were one with all the stars and planets and all that surrounds them. We could not see our bodies, we spoke through our thoughts to each other whilst travelling from one planet to the other. During this trip we searched for the meaning of life and while trying to find the essence of it, we read each other?s thoughts as we travelled together, side by side, from planet to star, from star to planet and back. It was as though we were one. <br> <br> We were searching for the big Truth out there, and we finally arrived at the Unbearable Truth, unfolded Naked, in front us and part of us, namely that in this large black Universe, we were just a tiny little molecule forming parts with other molecules, forming a bigger part of larger parts and so on. Being one with the grandeur of Nature and Life, and at the same time even tinier than the smallest dot on a piece of paper. This really blew our minds out. <br> <br> Finally at dawn, we came back to earth. We were pulled back into our bodies with a speed you cannot imagine. It felt like we had travelled in space for only one hour, at the most. <br> <br> We found it difficult afterwards to fully comprehend. We were in a state of shock, I can tell you that, hardly able to speak with reason.<!-- 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: 1178</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 16, 2000</td><td>Views: 15,587</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1178&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1178&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), Difficult Experiences (5), 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">1.5 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>(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">108 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I just read some bad trip stories, and all I can say is holy shit...I think I definitely would have died. The first time I tripped, on two yellow geltabs, I thought I was going to go insane. But as one unfortunate person put it, 'There will always be someone who has done more than you. ' Indeed, my friend said that he tripped so hard once he had to go up to trees and touch them to see if they were real. That made me feel better. <br> <br> Anyways, reading about those bad trips made me feel a li'l sad, so I decided to contribute a happy trip story. <br> <br> That very same friend and I tripped on New Year's Eve, 1999. My friend, Neo, loves to trip, the harder the better. I, on the other hand, am definitely a roller. I would have loved to roll that night, but let me tell you that when you're dead ass broke and you're craving a roll real bad, a mind bending $5 trip hits the spot real good. We dropped around 11:00pm and smoked up a little with my sister and my other friend Goku. It seemed like a long time had gone by, and I had actually forgotten that we had dropped already when I started feeling that weird wirey acid feeling. The main thing was Goku's watch. Every time he moved it, the street light would glint off of it, except instead of it being a white glint, it was bright red. Neo and Goku were talking, and Goku flicked away his cigarette, which left a long orange trail behind it. Neo then asked if I was feeling it, which got an emphatic yes. <br> <br> By the time midnight struck, Neo and I were both tripping balls, and it really sucked having to go in and hug my family. We went outside shortly thereafter, and everything was moving. I knew it was cold outside, but I had taken my shoes off and I couldn't feel my feet. Everything was moving really fast, and the grass had a weird pattern on it, like brain coral. Neo came out and we stood together, looking at the clouds. They seemed to be wanting to spell something, but never quite got there. Then I looked at Neo, and he looked ancient. He gave me a hug, and it felt like our bodies were a gummy-bear consistency. Goku joined us, and we went to the side of the house, out of sight of my family. The shadows on the wall from the plants were moving all over the place, and the cars looked like they were breathing. I laughed and asked my car if I treated it good, and it actually nodded at me! That was a little scary, but no big deal. <br> <br> Then we went over to Goku's to dance with glowsticks, and that's where the fun really began. Goku wasn't tripping, but he was high and drunk, and is an incredible dancer. He is the one who taught me to dance, and calls me his prodigy. Anyway, when Goku would dance, it looked like he was constructing a pattern around him, like the Epcot ball. Other times the trails formed weird celtic knots that we couldn't quite figure out. Most of the time it looked like he had four arms, and that his hands were eagle's claws holding blue and yellow medallions. It got crazier, too. Sometimes it looked like the trails were going through his body, shooting out his chest and shit. He would do this weird trick where he would move the glowsticks around my face, and it felt like he was picking my head off my neck, twisting it around and putting it back. His body looked like it was fragmenting into two or four pieces, the way it would look in a shattered mirror. And at one point, when he was really dancing in my face, he was moving his hands back and forth in front of my eyes, and I could see his face THROUGH HIS HANDS!! His hands were translucent or something, and I could see his face clearly, like something you would see in a weird music video. Goku has done a good share of intense shit, but even he had to admit that was crazy. My dancing was good too, but I couldn't really get into it, and I kept dropping the glowsticks. The comforter on the bed had a floral pattern, though, and when the glowstick would fall there, it looked like the liquid inside was combining with the flowers, and the flowers were going into the glowstick. <br> <br> All in all, it was fun, since I can handle acid now. But what I hate most about geltabs is the inability to sleep afterwards. I never had that problem with the wimpy paper hits. Many hours later I began to feel sore, especially in the back and feet. I know geltabs are supposed to spare you this discomfort, but who knows. <br> <br> Neo and I got home (after a very intense drive, let me tell you) at around 5:30am. I thought the trip was going away, but I was wrong. My feet looked white and the joints looked purple, and they looked like the feet of a corpse. It didn't bother me, but they did hurt, and were about as cold as a corpse's feet too. I kept saying I thought I had frostbite (in Miami? yea right!). My room looked really pretty. It had a soft pinkish glow, and everything seemed really colorful and interesting. I never realized what a good tripping room I had, even though a friend told me so a long time ago. Well, i got in bed, and hard as I might try, I could NOT sleep. When I closed my eyes, I kept seeing a weird pattern of shapes that looked like letters, but not quite. Maybe they were alien letters. Anyway, they were all over everything, as though a screen of them had been draped over my eyes, and they were turning every color of the rainbow. I had been seeing them since the beginning of the trip, and were getting annoying. After miserably watching the sun come up, I fell asleep for a few hours, and had all sorts of acid dreams, which looked like splatters of paint being shot this way and that. I was completely fried and exhausted the next day. At least I didn't feel like rolling anymore, though! <br> <br> All I can say about acid is that it's fun if you can handle it. It should definitely be done with someone who has a lot of experience with it, as this makes you feel safe. I would also definitely recommend not to half-ass it, because if you do, you will feel uncomfortable and not have any visuals. Let's face it: LSD is not a physically pleasant feeling. What's great about it is the mind blowing shit you will see. I have never hallucinated off it before, but the amount of colors on everything is amazing. Also, have other alternative things planned. Dancing with glowsticks is amazing, but since acid is not rolling, you will get tired of it relatively soon. Have good movies ready, particularly Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. You will laugh until your stomach hurts. The Matrix is also good. Nothing sad, or you will completely ruin your trip. I saw Deep Impact tripping because I thought it would be cool; big mistake. I came home wanting to be with my family, and I was totally depressed. Also, I know I am probably an exception, but I tend to get starving towards the end of my trip, so have good food ready. And plenty to drink. Mainly, have things to keep you occupied and having fun, because if you let your mind wander while on that shit, you could get in mad trouble. Peace out.<!-- 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: 761</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 18, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,422</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=761&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=761&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), 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">1 hit</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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Over a period of four years I took LSD frequently, usually in the company of a close friend , occasionally solo. I was not on a sacred quest for 'truth,' nor did I have any scientific curiosity to test. My motivations were boredom and the desire to be entertained. <br> <br> I'd had anxious moments on acid; questioned by police at 3am in the blackness of Snowdonia wilderness, nausea and paranoia, terminal depression at lowly self after backfiring tape 'experiment' ( really exercise in vanity--what did we expect to hear, erudite scholars??!!). Whether belief was actual or deluded, there was always a semblance of 'control.' <br> <br> This one time I was working in a deli, finished at 7, summer night, scored some skunk, went to this friend's. Dropped a tab, chain smoked three big fat skunk bombers. Sat there, stoned before I'd finished the first. Put some music on headphones, can't remember what, this was about 9. Thinking, this is pretty strong. Something panoramic kept insisting itself. Felt like a Neanderthal. Felt saturated by the tremendous excitement at the epic scale of existence. The more intoxicated I felt, though, the more a kind of treacle-like animation came to me. Felt like I was sitting in the bottomless universe, not a room. The acid started kicking in--makes my jaw feel anaesthetised. My friend had been tripping for a couple of hours and was ok (we get pretentiously philosophical when we're on acid, possibly a bad idea--like navigating white water rapids on a sheet of sugar paper!). The conversation must have bent round that way; I really forget the details. <br> <br> Well into the peak I was beginning to feel dangerously overloaded. I was gripped by something, I could hardly hear the music in the background. I wasn't panicky at this stage, but I was beginning to feel like I was heavily tripping and it was getting stronger and stronger, faster and faster. I started to struggle at this point. <br> <br> Then I looked up. This was the peak of the trip. Orbiting above was (I was convinced and am still reluctant to deride) an 'Awakeness' --a mindfulness, an empty awake, as indescribable as it was 'unformulated.' A molecular cathedral, not just structural but conscious. It was like watching a vast supertanker come into harbour--silent, majestic, powerful. The Secret tapestry, the first amphibian eye, the algorithmic gristle of consciousness. <br> <br> I recall my friend sat at my side, indiscernible, a smudge through a broken lens. He must have stood up and decided to turn on the lights. At the instant the lights came on I panicked, horrifically. I don't really know what happened. In my sensitive state, the sudden influx of visual input...I don't know. I was hosed down with alarm. You know the glass chambers with a rubber glove in the side used for handling dangerous materials ? I felt like my existence--my self--had been slipped into something like the rubber glove. Visually everything was two dimensional. Reaching my hand out into no depth, perspective foreshortening seen as literal shapes. Everthing shimmering and changing in a visual soup of colour fields. My friend instantly saw I was in a bad way, and stuck with me and tried to comfort me through it. I found myself drinking water, the sensation just numbness at the point on the painting where my mouth was. He tried to cook something to take my mind off it, but I couldn't eat and I got mildly hung up that he was offended by this. He showed me a photograph of his baby niece; I remember thinking, 'that's just part of the process, nothing to get cute about.' Cycles of panic attack were hitting me, felt like they were going to explode. It was horrific, I felt completely mis-wired, the fit was too tight. <br> <br> Come dawn I was still panicking badly, but felt like I could just keep on top. I cycled home at about 7 in the morning, still going. It took me till 3 in the afternoon to sleep, which I did briefly for about 40 minutes. Upon awakening, I sensed something had been irreparably alterered. I didn't feel 'out' of the trip, it wasn't like a comedown. Any comedown I had was like the abatement of a swelling after something new has been grafted on. I remember seriously thinking, 'I can't live like this.' For the next six months I was plagued by panic attacks--they'd seize me anywhere, and anything would set them off. If I stared at anything for long enough I would panic. I cannot touch anything that is mildly hallucinogenic, even weed, otherwise I start tripping again for hours, and it's always horrific. <br> <br> Thinking about acid now. Surely, it's a tool, a means to reveal that there are other ways of thinking and examining perception. But what are we going to do with that knowledge? Brains are going to change. Maybe acid won't affect them one day.<!-- 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: 731</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 18, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,972</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=731&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=731&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), Difficult Experiences (5)</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> <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">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrites/">Inhalants - Nitrites</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</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 --> Well I'd been tripping acid all day long on 6 hits...and all day the day before on one hit. I was walking home from my friend's house and decided to hit the 'rush' in my pocket. I didn't think anything of it since I'd hit it the day before at a concert...while on acid. It was quite interesting. It basically intensified the trip by 40x. I'd hit it and colors would just explode from my eyes and my head would feel detached from my body. I always felt like i was swaying severely. This lasted from 45 seconds to a minute. After that it just returned back to my regular trip. <br> <br> Well on the day in which i'm speaking of when i had a bad experience with this inhalant...I took a large hit off the popper sometime in the evening (possibly around 9 p.m.). I was walking home. I took the hit and all of a sudden it wasn't pleasant at all. No hallucinations or lightness feeling...more of just an instant migraine. It was like you could feel your vessels pulsing. That feeling lasted about 30 seconds. The headache for about 2 hours. <br> <br> Needless to say, I threw away the rest of the poppers.<!-- 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: 765</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 18, 2000</td><td>Views: 43,446</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=765&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=765&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), Inhalants - Nitrites (147) : Alone (16), Health Problems (27), 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="#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 --> Well I've written to this page before and I don't know if you guys have read any of my stuff, but if you have you know that I have had a few wild trips... But here's the deal, LSD does have side effects, I have found no long term effects, but let me relate to you the short term side effects that I experienced. <br> <br> I am a very experienced LSD user, I have taken many different kinds from liquid, to geltabs, to paper, to pills. I started a count when I first started using it and at about that time there was an LSD explosion in my area, in Massachusetts, it was everywhere, I was getting sheets for a dollar a hit. Making a killing, but here's my point, I ate a lot of it too. <br> <br> Once when I ended up tripping 6 days in a one week, (which a slept every night that week) by the end of the week I was having trouble organizing things into the proper order in my brain, I was affected for about a month, in which I stopped all use for that month. For instance, when I was in a place with a lot happening like an intersection in the road, I couldn't seem to grasp where I was and I was in a state of complete confusion, not knowing what to do at all. <br> <br> That is just an isolated incidence, but as I kept taking the drug more and more things kept happening, my night vision was shot to hell, I couldn't really distinguish things in the dark anymore, even at a close range of 5 feet or so. Whereas before I had excellent night vision, my ability to navigate and sense of direction was completely disorientated. I had trouble formulating sentences and keeping my thoughts together in my head. (just to note, this also happened when I was sober, and I frequently took breaks from LSD usually for a period of 2 weeks to month) I also used to have a stuttering problem when I was much younger, that also came back, very badly, I couldn't get two words out of my mouth without stuttering. (this happened around month 8) <br> <br> I felt less intelligent, but at the same time all this 'damage' was happening, I felt like my emotional self was being healed, like all the anger and sadness from my childhood was being released, I felt like I was figuring out the meaning to life, and the purpose of it all. And so much more I can't explain but is now a part of me, and anyone who's taken LSD knows what I'm talking about here. So in conclusion, LSD does cause some kind of 'damage' (I use damage for lack of a better word, by the way, hopefully you understand what I'm trying to get at) <br> <br> As far as I am concerened all the problems I have refered to have repaired themselves, but it took a while. I probably won't ever use LSD ever again, because even though it brings you to a holy place there are side effects, and there must be a way to get there naturally, maybe mescalin :). But it has been a year and a month since I have taken LSD and like I said all these problems have vanished. But it took about 6-8 months for them to completely vanish. So I am saying this, to all you academics out there, there hasn't been a study that proves LSD causes damage, but there also haven't been studies that prove LSD doesn't cause damage, so there you go take it for what it's worth. With any drug, it's good to be careful and use it only in moderation, I did not and had side effects. So just remember, I know what I know and you know what you know, you may not agree with me, but hey that's life. Try what I did and see if it happens, I bet you won't... Because even though you may say it doesn't cause damage, I bet you really do believe somewhere in that 12% of your brain you use. <br> <br> <!-- <BR> Hey People of Erowid, let me know if you have found anyone that has come across this same thing I can be reached at [email protected] <BR> --><!-- 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: 1700</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 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 34,254</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1700&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1700&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), Health Problems (27), Retrospective / Summary (11)</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+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 capsl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A bunch of friends and I were going to a rave one night, and I decided that I wanted to trip. I purchased 3 hits of Garcia blotter from a friend, and ingested it before we left for the rave. I have no idea exactly how much acid was on the paper, but they were pretty big hits, on good blotter. My friend had also purchased some acid, and he had some MDMA as well. He had several extra capsules of MDMA and gave me one. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I took it and stuck it in my pocket, almost forgetting about it when the trip began to set in, in about 1.5 hours. <br> <br> The MDMA was pure, and one of my friends had gotten it from a reliable source. It was powder in gel-caps, not pressed pills that I ordinarily get. <br> <br> We all got to the rave, and by the time we got to the door, I was tripping hardcore. I went and sat down near the dance floor, and it was when I heard that the cops had showed up that I remembered the capsule in my pocket. That was about 2 hours into the trip. I took the capsule so hat I would have nothing on me for the cops to find, and I didn't even think too much about it. I didn't have a bad trip because of the cops, fortunately, and they left eventually after arresting somebody who had eaten way too much acid and was rolling around in some mud. <br> <br> I returned to my friends and hung out with them for the rest of the night. My roll began to kick in after about 30 minutes from ingestion, and I felt the most euphoric I have ever felt. I smoked cigarettes and laid on a hammock for a long time. I didn't even need to talk, I just felt so good. <br> <br> I can't describe every detail of the whole experience, but it was certainly the best thing I have ever felt, and I'm not sure if I can beat it, or even if I want to. The trip continued hard while I rolled, and the roll didn't really hit me hard like it usually does, but it sort of faded in, and when it was done faded out. I didn't dance because my mind was too busy soaking up all the new and unusual things going on around me, but I did have a lot of energy. The only real drawback was the day after, because my trip lasted a good 14 to 16 hours, and I was still feeling effects of it for all the next day. I could not go to sleep until that night. Still, if there was one word to describe the whole thing, it would be 'incredible.'<!-- 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: 3369</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 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 10,945</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3369&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3369&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), 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">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was my first time experimenting with acid and I was really anxious to try it. I took my hit at about 1am and it took good effect at 2am. I remember I was lying on the floor watching this weird movie, it looked like a screen saver. Weird images just kept coming out of the screen and they were getting faster and faster. I could actually feel myself getting scared, so I had the people I was with turn off the movie. I then started to stare at the ceiling which had neat patterns all over it, then the patterns started moving and shooting all over the ceiling. <br> <br> The next thing I knew, I was floating up to the ceiling and I was laughing. Once I reached the ceiling, I turned over and saw myself lying on the floor. I started talking to my human self and I was actually talking back!! My ghost self and human self were having a deep conversation about my life! What seemed like 20 minutes was really 3 hours and I finally snapped out of it. When I came to, I decided to smoke a cigarette. I could feel the smoke shoot down my lungs and I could feel it moving around in my body. I moved to the couch and some of the non-tripping people that were there decided to put on these scary masks and scare us. I knew it was fake but it seemed so real, and behind them I saw a flashing white light and people from like the 1940s, ballroom dancing and whispering my name over and over again. I finally stopped tripping at around 2 the next day and I would not recommend this to anyone.<!-- 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: 1426</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 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 17,774</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1426&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1426&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), Difficult Experiences (5), 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> 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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</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> </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 --> The day began in hightened anticipation of the best day in a long time. It had been a few months since I had last seen Phish, and I had my drugs and five friends to go along with them. the night began early, perhaps i should say that i abstained from both ecstasy and lsd use one full month prior to this day, my tolerances were minimal. I dropped all three hits at 4:30 pm. The six of us began our drive of about 30 miles to hersheypark stadium. i was the only one under any influence at that time. We went to Wendy's for a quick bite to eat, but my french fries tasted like shit, eating for me on psychedelics always is bad. Our trip then started we myself starting to dealing to tingles of an acid trip. Before we made it to the venue everyone had smoked a few bowls in the car, and two others dropped their acid, two hits a piece. Because of the incredible amount of traffic we didn't get into the parking lot until about 7 pm. <br> <br> That is when i dropped the roll i had, it was a crown. i was tripping fairly hard at this point, more than two hours in, but still coming up fast. The venue was amazing, 40,000 people the largest of the tour. We knew that our seats were on the opposite side of the stadium, so we headed straight to the floor, probably 200 - 250 ft from the stage. The six of us were lost from being a group until intermission, as some people had to go the bathroom and didn't find us, i went to go get some water, as i was feeling dehydrated as the roll came up. The cops at the door had made me dump out the water that i had brought. I wasn't about to argue with a pig while i was tripping. For the first set it was me and my friend J. grooving on the floor. The roll was fully up by the time Phish was going. <br> <br> This was the time of my most intense visuals ive ever had, and i had never done both E and A together. As i looked at Trey's guitar i could see the notes as he played them, and i could hear them before the sound actually got to me. As i closed my eyes i felt the world around me mattering less and less and my own inner energy at it's peak. The music was unbelievable, and indescribably beautiful. I looked at the sky from time to time and the clouds manifested themselves as different friendly shapes. I had an energy and everything around me had an energy, as long as everyone enjoyed themselves the aura was bright and constant. If someone passed though around us the energy was broken and we had to build it back up. The group next to us didn't have a bowl, somebody had stloen theirs, so i offered mine. We smoked for a couple minutes and just passed it around to anyone around who wanted any. It was sharing and giving and love for people who you had never even seen before, partly due to the drugs but mostly due to the music. By the end of the first set i was still peaking and enjoying one of the best nights of my life, but more was to come. <br> <br> During intermission we ambled our way closer to the stage within about 100 ft. We smoked again once during the second set and i was boosted back up to peak, Marijuana always has done great things to enhance other drugs for me. I could be close to baseline after a trip or a roll, and smoke some bud and be right back peaking. Although the second set was too short the encore was great and we filed out and got everyone together. After a twenty minute walk and my friends buying some 'novelties' after the show we tried to get out and did after about an hour. After making it back to campus i didn't get to sleep until the acid wore off around 5. 12 hour trip and it was amazing.<!-- 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: 3385</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 22, 2000</td><td>Views: 14,492</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3385&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3385&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) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), 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 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 --> Mindset: For about 6 months before the trip I had been severly depressed about many different aspects of life, spirituality, etc. <br> <br> Setting: I had not been taking any medication of any kind before this time. Several friends and I were on our way to another friend's house, having planned to do various drugs and spend the night at the location. I had bought 3 hits and planned on dropping 2 of them based on my friend's recommendation (secretly, I took the third after arriving at the house). The house where we were planning on staying was a warm and comforting location, with many 'trippy' lights and paintings and such, and overall very non-threatening. <br> <br> Twenty-five minutes after taking the last hit, I began to experience various visual hallucinations, such as swirling walls and changes in color. After about 2 hours I began to realize that things were happening that were not supposed to be happening (people and events seemed to be lagged in time), so I started to fight the trip. I experienced paranoia, anxiety, negative thoughts and I would only let one certain person touch me because the others seemed to be bad actors trying to make me think they were people. Someone said that it was only temporary, so I went into the bathroom to calm myself down by looking in the mirror and concentrating. After 5 mintues of doing this it seemed as though everything began to spiral out of control, and I thought I had to get the drug out of my system as soon as possible by forcing myself to vomit as much as I could. I was probably there for 10 more minutes vomiting before someone came in to stop me. <br> <br> I had to be dragged home because I was screaming at anyone who would look at me, and I could not stay at the house. At this point in the night I became too detached to remember what really happened, and what was just a hallucination, but I was taken home and my parents put me to bed. During the night I got up to try to make myself vomit again (I don't know how long it had been since I dropped, possibly 6-8 hours) and when I looked in the mirror the whites of my eyes had been replaced with blood. This scared me so much I went back to bed, to find out the next morning that that was real, and I had burst many blood vessels in my eyes and it would take more than 3 weeks to heal. My face was bruised from a struggle that no one remembers happening. I had to wear sunglasses because of the fact that my eyes made me look like a corpse. the end.<!-- 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: 844</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 23, 2000</td><td>Views: 14,245</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=844&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=844&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), Depression (15), Difficult Experiences (5)</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+ 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> </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 --> It all started the day my friend Shauna and I decided that we were going to go to a college fraternity party and that we wanted to be under the influence of some mind altering substance, instead of drinking like we normally did at parties. And we wanted something stronger than just marijuana. So, we talked to a friend and he said he could either get us Ectasy or LSD. We told him either one would be fine. I had done both before, and never had a bad experience. Shauna had never done either, but wanted to be with me the first time she did. Finally, he called and said that he had gotten us some acid. So, we went and got it about 6pm. The party started at 11, so we figured we would take it around 10. The kid we bought it from told us not to take more than one at a time because they were really potent. He called them Purple Monster. They were tiny, with a purple background and a cartoon-like monster pattern on them. So, we went back, stopped for some orange juice along the way and sat around till 10. At 10pm, we took the first tab, then we got ready for the party. We didn't feel anything yet when we arrived at the party. Shauna kept asking me if she was supposed to be feeling it yet, and I said that it was odd that it hadn't kicked in yet. By midnight, we were just feeling a little like we had smoked pot. So, we left the party and walked back to our dorm with 2 guys we know that live a floor above us in the dorm. (Neither of them were on anything, they were just drunk.) As we were walking back (it's about a 10 min walk), it hit me that I was feeling it. I looked back behind me to see if Shauna was feeling anything and the scenery blurred as I turned my head. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Then, I knew that we were tripping. I told Shauna to 'think happy thoughts,' as we had discussed what a bad trip was before we took it. She asked a lot of questions before we took it, and understood what was going to happen...somewhat. <br> <br> So, we got back to the dorm, stood outside and smoked a cigarette. Then Shuana and I started talking to each other. We stood directly in front of one another and just focused on each other's eyes, and everything and everyone around us just disappeared. Shauna kept telling me that one of the guy's mom's was coming to visit and that she was mad at us. I was trying to talk her out of it as I began to believe it myself. So, we went inside and up to the guy's room. I sat down on one bed on the one side of the room and Shauna laid down on the other bed across the room and I discovered that inside the mirror across the room it was snowing. Shauna didn't believe me, and her face twisted and contorted until it was this evil, demonic face and her voice changed into a deep, growling voice as she told me that she didn't believe me and that I was lying to her. One of the guys sat down on the edge of the bed and she put her one arm up over his shoulder, so all I could see was him grasping her hand hanging over his shoulder. I thought that he had hurt her, so I started crying and telling her to take her hand off of him. She just glared at me with this demonic look on her face and said 'No, Ann...he's not going to hurt me.' Time went on after this and we just sat in the room and tripped and the guys messed with our heads. Nothing unusual....yet. Then we decided that we wanted to smoke some weed. And we both took another hit of acid at that point. So, I got my bowl, Shauna had one of the guys roll her a joint with some of her weed, and we went outside to smoke. Shauna went off with the guy that rolled her the joint to smoke it, and I stood on the front porch of my dorm and smoked about 3 bowls between 2 of us. It was about 2am at that point. Shauna came around the corner of the building sobbing hysterically, repeating my name over and over again. She couldn't handle being away from me on her trip. She went nuts if I wasn't in the same area or room as her the whole time. <br> <br> We went back inside, and after a while the guys passed out, so we had to go downstairs to my room. So, we went to the end of the hall and down to the landing of the next floor down, where I live. We couldn't decide whether it was my floor or not, and we stood there for what seemed like an hour trying to decide if we should go down the stairs (which looked like they led to nowhere) or go down the hall. Finally, I convinced Shauna that we should go down the hall to my room. My roommate was home for the weekend, so the room was empty. We went in, and got dressed for bed. Shauna laid down in my roommate's bed and I laid down in mine. She started saying how bad her back was hurting her, and then my neck started to hurt really bad. This is another effect of acid. Then she looked at me and said, 'let's have a cigarette.' Since I have a smoking room, this was not a big deal. So, we each got a cigarette out and sat there holding them, thinking they were lit, since we could see smoke coming out of the ends of them. I said we better go over by the window so it doesn't smell like smoke too bad in here. So, when Shauna went to get off of the bed, she realized that the floor had morphed into water, and if we touched it, that we would drown. So, we had to get over to the window without touching the floor. We sat and devised a plan to jump from the beds to the chairs by the window so that we could smoke over there. We finally made it. Then when we realized that our cigarettes weren't really burning, we lit them and smoked them. Then we went back to the beds and sat and talked about our visuals. I saw this huge cement drainage tube that was open and at the top was a big tilted bottle of Heinz ketchup that was pouring into the drain pipe. I told Shauna about it, and she said that she was trying to get to the other end of the tunnel to get to me. The pipe then transformed into a tunnel. I told Shauna to walk towards me, and as she did, Santa Claus appeared in front of me and wouldn't let Shauna walk past me. So, I was hollering to her that she couldn't get by because Santa Claus was in the way. Then that visual disappeared and we both shut our eyes. All of the geometric shapes were green and red, Christmas colors. And we saw the same exact things at the same time. Then we discovered that if we looked up really fast with our eyes open, we could see these crackling, silver sparkles that flooded across the room. All of a sudden as we were talking, I transformed into someone else. Shauna started talking to me as if I was someone else. I asked her who she was talking to and she said that there was a man with a red beard lying in my bed. And that one side of his face was male and one side was female. She asked him where Ann was, and he/I said that she had gone outside to smoke. Shauna then got very upset that I had gone outside without her, and that this man was sitting in my bed. <br> <br> Then she looked at the door and said, 'Oh, Ann is back.' Then, I instantly transformed back into myself. Then, we were sitting talking and every couple of minutes, Shauna would glance at the door and say, 'Ann, the door is open,' and I would look and it was closed. I would tell her that it was closed and she would say that everytime I looked, it would close really fast then it would open again. That started to freak me out. So I was paranoid that someone kept opening the door. Finally, after a while, we started to come down. Many times, we would think that we were done tripping, and that feeling would come back. Finally, we both fell asleep, exhausted mentally and physically. All in all, we tripped for 10 hours. The next couple of days, neither of us felt normal. I have had a couple of flashbacks. Even now as I am writing this, I can visualize each experience with great clarity. Shauna's first trip was a great one. And Santa Claus was an underlying theme of the whole trip.<!-- 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: 841</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 24, 2000</td><td>Views: 9,092</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=841&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=841&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), 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">1.5 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+ 2:15</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> </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 --> My experience with psycho-active drugs is very limited, restricted until recently to MDMA. Some trusted sources offered positive feedback regarding LSD, so I decided to try some about a week ago. The experience (and apparently, the quality of the dosage) was very mild, so it seemed that the emotional effect of MDMA mixed with the hallucinogenic effect of the LSD would make for quite an experience. <br> <br> I decided I wanted to be alone for this, because I did not want the distraction of another person involved. I stocked up on fluids and food, so I wouldn't need to leave the house. I notified a couple of friends, who would be close at hand if needed. I created a comfortable nesting environment in my home theater room, viewing chair in front of a 59' television, beverages, remote controls and phone within immediate reach. I turned down the AC to get the room to about 74 degrees F. <br> <br> I was definitely *excited* about seeing what this was like. My experiences with MDMA had been consistently positive, and my one prior experience with acid, while mild, was also quite positive. <br> <br> I injested the acid at about 5pm. I knew it would take several hours to generate it's peak effects, so I waited patiently, distracting myself with television and some reading. At about 7:15, I took a dose of MDMA (a speckled fish-mark, stacked, which I'd had before to very positive effect.) I waited for that to kick in while watching an episode of Star Trek: Voyager -- which I think had a fair amount to do with my later experience. <br> <br> At about 8, I started to experience the early speed effects I usually get with X. I fired up my PC, which I'd earlier connected to the big screen. I had the sound connected to the home theater (5.1 Bang & Olufsen -- yeah!). I put on a collection of Juno Reactor, Orbital, Crystal Method and FSOL MP3s through WinAmp, and turned on the G-Force visualization program in full screen. All the lights in the room were off, and the screen began cascading in the color rush produced by WinAmp visual programs. I sat in the center of the music, subwoofer pounding my chair, in front of a screen with a wild, moving array of light and color. <br> <br> Up to this point, I'd had very mild visual effects from the acid. I hadn't noticed visual alterations on acid before to any great extent -- particularly when watching a limited medium such as television. The color splashes from the screen were interesting, but the effect was still isolated. It was a TV screen, and I knew that without hesitation. <br> <br> Even without psycho-actives, Juno Reactor plus the G-Force visualization program is *very* entrancing. So I had no trouble remaining beneath my blanket and watching what was happening before me. After about 2 songs, the elation effect of the X started to kick in and that's when the subjective experience got interesting. <br> <br> I could feel my mind start to ignore the surroundings in the room, and focus only on the impact of the images in front of me. The movement on the screen became the only perception of my existence, making me feel like I was *in* the swirls of color on the screen. This effect is very hard to describe, but imagine simply standing in the midst of an environment that looks like a Star Trek special effect, and you'll be fairly close. Or perhaps the worm-hole travel concept from the movie Contact. I was blasted back by movement while remaining very still. <br> <br> The physical effects are similarly difficult to describe. I made a very specific effort to remain aware of what my body was doing, but even so, it was difficult to pay attention. I knew I was trembling from the body temperature adjustments of the drugs. I also felt that I was extremely still, even though I was rolling my head back and forth. The movement of my head was somewhat hypnotic, amplifying the immersive effect of the screen visuals, since it felt as though I was still looking to the left and the right as I watched the screen. <br> <br> Every few minutes, I would tear my eyes away from the screen and look at some other part of the room, to reground myself. I'd see the door to the hallway and the door to the bath room. I'd look down and see my hands as normal silhouettes against the bath of light from the screen. I'd see the speakers and the edge of the television, and I'd remember that I was in my own home, that it was Sunday night, and that I was candyflipping in my theater room. <br> <br> I think this part of the experience was important for me mentally, to avoid the dangers of going through the experience alone. Had I had a guide, I suspect I could have readily lost myself in the screen for hours -- but without accompanyment, I needed to maintain enough of a grip on my situation to avoid ignoring possible danger signals from my body. <br> <br> It was in these moments that I remembered to remain hydrated, to relieve myself, and to confirm that the phone was in reach. <br> <br> Outside of that, the subjective experience itself was *AMAZING*. When the color phasings on the screen would shift, my mind made incredible environments out of it. Blue hues blended into flourescent liquids, and reds poured like fiery plasma across my awareness. Tunnels streamed forth. Cascading star fields crossed my vision, shifting planes, spirals and swirls. After a while, I realized I could add my own effects, simply by thinking of them. I'd ponder the idea of a swirl becoming a naked woman, and there it would be (picture the intro sequences to James Bond films). I'd think that a color pattern flying across a plane looked like newspaper on a printing press, and suddenly, that's what it was. The pulsing of the music set the experience against a tempo that was perfect for travel. And as far as I was concerned, the experience put me in another galaxy. <br> <br> I phoned one of those friends in the middle of it all -- to let him know I was okay. 'There is a God,' I said to him, 'and we're having a conversation right now.' He laughed and asked 'so you're having a good time?' 'Oh yes,' I replied, 'I'm travelling all through the universe.' <br> <br> I also found that if I chose to imagine a real life setting, I had no problems conjuring up images of perfect reality and dimension. A lover appeared before me, smiling at my journey. I found myself in my car, at the wheel of a ski boat, and with huge arcing tendrils of wings stretching beside me. <br> <br> The trip lasted for about 2.5-3 hours. But I cannot say how long it *felt*. I was trying to reground myself every 2 songs or so, but I'd discover that I'd go to a place and snap myself back inside of 30 seconds, and then go somewhere else for 7 or 8 minutes without realizing. It was the nexus from Star Trek: 'Time has no meaning there. The predator has no teeth.' <br> <br> At one point, I realized I'd been running my fingers through my own hair for 5 minutes! The tactile sensation was simply incredible. I ran my fingers along the arms of my chair like the skin of a lover, feeling the voltage up the length of my arms. <br> <br> I had wondered why it was called a trip, and now I know without any doubt -- though I might never have left that chair, as far as I was concerned, I explored the far reaches of the galaxy. Dreams which feel like they last for hours in reality only take a few minutes -- and that's ultimately the best comparison I can offer here. I dreamt experiences lasting only a few minutes, but they seemed to be journeys of days at a time -- packing a tremendous amout of experience into a few hours. <br> <br> It is important to note that throughout the entire experience, I had *NO NEGATIVE SENSATIONS WHATSOEVER*. There was no pain, no monstrous distortion, no uncontrollable imagery. I was in a known, comfortable setting with inputs that were familiar to me. Reality was a turn of the head away -- once I stopped looking at the screen, I could remember who and where I was, and what I was doing. That trip through the screen pulled at me -- I *wanted* to go where it took me, but I didn't *have* to go. <br> <br> After the peak, the effects of both the drugs slid down simultaneously. This was a bit troubling -- and left me feeling antsy and indecisive. The feeling was not unfamiliar, as I've had it many times coming down off X, but it was amplified by the intensity of my earlier journey. However, this lasted only about 5 minutes. I changed my setting -- going and lying on the bed for a few minutes, then went back and watched some light pornography to divert the feeling. It worked, and I calmed and fell asleep at about midnight. <br> <br> Somewhat tragically, this isn't an experience I'll get to repeat. A commitment to a friend prevents me from doing this again. But there are a few lessons I take with me about the experience... <br> <br> 1) Doing it alone was risky. I really don't think I would have taken the kind of trip that I did had anyone else been there, but it also forced me to maintain a closer grip on reality, to not lose myself in case there was a problem. <br> <br> 2) The come down is a little tricky -- it's rather anxious, and the temptation for a lot of people would probably be to take *more*. I have excellent experience in controlling that urge, so it wasn't a problem to find a path through it. <br> <br> 3) Environment is everything. Psycho-active drugs are incredibly subjective, and it seemed virtually everything about my experience was based on whatever I decided it to be based on. So setting and mindset are key to having a positive experience. I put myself in a familiar environment with a genuine desire to have a positive experience, and that's what happened. Had I entered with a different expectation or had I put myself in a setting I didn't know, it could have been a *very* different experience. <br> <br> 4) Keep an exit handy. In this case, it was the phone and the door to the room. If I needed to leave the transcental for a minute or two, and get back to the real, it was very easy for me to do. I can see why people who forget to do this become frightened into negative experiences -- had I felt like this was my *only* reality, it could have been quite overwhelming. But learning to control the trip was paramount to having a good time, and as long as I did that, it was a wonderful ride.<!-- 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: 3444</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 16,188</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3444&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3444&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) : Alone (16), Glowing Experiences (4), 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 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> </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">100 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was at the House Connection 2 tour, in a well-known warehouse in Seattle, an ususpecting little raver kid in for a long ride. I had expected to take a bomb or two, like always, but nothing prepared me for what lay ahead. At approx. 11:30 I took the first amsterdam mini, after being warned by my friend A to take only half of it. Half an hour later, I didn't feel anything, so I took the other two. The party was bumpin' and I had just started to feel the ecstasy when I ran into my friend G. He asked me if I was high, and I told him I was starting to be, but I didn't feel high enough. He asked if I wanted some acid, and I followed him into the other room, where our friend E was selling acid from a breath-savers bottle. E handed me the bottle, and told me to take as much as I wanted. The next thing I knew, G was grabbing the vial out of my hand. 'Are you crazy?' he asked me. 'How much did I just take?' The darkness had obscured any notion of exactly how many drops had fallen on my tongue. He looked at me and laughed, holding up the bottle. 'Somewhere between 25 and 30 hits....' <br> <br> Not even 20 minutes later, I realized something was wrong. My vision was completely gone, I was seeing a total fantasy party. I was standing with a large group of people near a couch, feeling very sick. I remember my friend A asking if I was okay. 'No,' I told her, 'I'm not.' She kept trying to get me to drink water, but I couldn't force myself to drink it. Finally, she dragged me outside. I couldn't walk by myself, so she held me up. I rambled incoherently about the meaning of life, thinking I was Michael Jackson, and the Moonwalk, in no particular order. <br> <br> Outside, the fresh air made me feel a little better, and I told her I was okay. She walked me back to our group by the couch, where my friend P was seated. He asked if my tummy felt any better, and poked me. I started vomiting, covering everything in my way. I couldn't stop. 'Can I die now please?' I kept asking. I WANTED to die. My stomach was empty, and I was dry heaving for at least an hour before A finally got me to drink water. I couldn't walk. I couldn't dance. I was completely out of my mind. I felt like I was going over the edge. I was miserable. The last thing I remember is a girl I'd never seen before holding my hand and asking one of my friends if I was going to be okay. <br> <br> It was 3:30 before I regained consciousness. I was lying on the couch where my friends had recently been. They now gathered around me, giving me water and hiding me from the view of the random security that had already asked twice if I needed to go to the hospital. People I didn't know came and went, everyone taking turns taking care of me, because I couldn't take care of myself. The party came and went. I was carried out to the car at 6:30 by a group of my friends, because I still couldn't walk. In the car someone gave me sleeping pills so I could sleep it off. I woke up the next day at 7:30 at night. <br> <br> Lesson learned? I no longer do acid or ecstasy, although I will say I did both several times afterward. I almost died. No matter how good the high, it's not worth the price I almost paid.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1998</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2795</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 46,078</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2795&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2795&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) : Bad Trips (6), 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></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> </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 the last day of my junior year in high school. A bunch of us went to the park outside of town on the hill for a picnic. It was a lot of fun, romping around the playground equipment and picnic tables and playing in the grass. After a while, we split up into two groups. Five of us, me included, went exploring at a man-made stream at the edge of the park, where a cement wall created a little waterfall. The other half of our group, which included about six people, took a van to buy some food and drinks, and cigarettes if they could find someone who sold to kids under eighteen. They were gone for about two hours. <br> <br> During this time, my friend R and I roamed away from the pretty waterfall. We were going to freak out our friends my pretending to down a few pills of acid. After she went back to the waterfall, I did two hits of acid I happened to have with me but I didn't tell her about. When I came back to the waterfall, she kept asking if I really took some. I didn't say anything. <br> <br> I kept watching the water in this little creek. It was very hypnotic. And this is where it got really strange. I THOUGHT I had been watching this water the whole time, kneeling in the grass. As it turned out, I had been on one hell of a trip. <br> <br> I thought I was still watching the water when someone shook me and asked if I okay. I sat up and realised I was lying on a park swing at the OPPOSITE end of the park, almost half a mile away from the man-made creek and the little waterfall. My pant legs and shoes were soaked. The people in the van had returned. <br> <br> They told me they'd been looking for me for over an hour, that they had panicked and were fighting and crying over whether or not to call the police. R had told everyone what she thought I did. They also said that, before I ran off in what they called a fit of ecstacy, everyone had gathered together for a group photo. I was later shown the photo, and I was in it, right in front, a big smile on my face, but I'll be DAMNED if I can remember posing for it. I still swear, to this day, that I was never in the photograph. <br> <br> I'm a fan of acid, but I still think you have to know your body well enough before trying anything. I'd done two hits before, and was confident I could handle myself. It's not that I had a bad trip or a train wreck. I simply lost ALL sense of reality. What I thought was just an hour of hypnotic staring at a stream turned out to be an hour of running around like a wild child, and eventually disappearing. I could have run onto to the highway and gotten flattened by a semi and would never have known. I have scars and scratches and tears in my clothing from that very weird afternoon, and I don't remember getting any of them.<!-- 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: 1533</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 1, 2000</td><td>Views: 9,732</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1533&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1533&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), 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 --> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It's about time I wrote about acid. For the past two years for me, its been shrooms and MDMA, nothing else. But before that, for four years, I consumed about three to four hundred individual doses of LSD. The funny thing was I didn't do it every day, only on a Friday or a Saturday night. It had to be one of these nights so I could disappear all the next day without missing out on any responsibilities. The first time I dosed I was twelve years old. A little young, but I didn't really understand it anyways, and didn't do it again until freshman year of high school. <br> <br> Every weekend me and a lot of my friends would take very high doses and do things that took balls. It was like a rite of passage for the mind. We would all sit in a circle and talk about the nastiest, most horrible things that went on inside our heads, and it was a release. Every weekend helped us to deal with the things we had to do each week. After four years of being in that circle of friends, I found that acid had lost its effect on me. I was becoming immune. I relaxed and just smoked good pot for a year, and decided to start again with a very high dose. Me and one friend took about seventeen large blotter hits each and sat in his house for a day and night. This was a tremendous experience, seeing as how I hadn't even really thought about LSD for an entire year, and suddenly here I was, floating in the mental spectrum of reality, trodding along with my pal, saving him from the demons that ran his head, and showing him the way of the dragon. <br> <br> Most everyone's consciousness resides in the third dimension, some even in the second. Well, this night I pulled my stubborn manic-depressive friend up to the fourth. He was amazed. I told him to imagine what it was like on the fifth, and that would mean you're on your way to the mastery of the soul. I grinned at him and right there he knew that our entire trip was a lesson for him, coming from my more advanced true self. I continued to take LSD for another year, sparsely and only when it served a spiritual purpose. I now regularly see my guardian angels, or simpler guardian spirits, even when I'm completely sober and focused. But all the LSD I've done and all the expansive spiritual voyages within have heightened my already half-open third eye (I am one of the very first indigo children). I hope my personal history with LSD will help others of similar spiritual mind.<!-- 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: 949</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 14, 2000</td><td>Views: 12,605</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=949&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=949&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), Retrospective / Summary (11)</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 --> i woke up at 6:40 am on a friday and promptly ate three blue blotter. at approximately 7:25 i was walking to a coffee shop in my home town when i began to notice how exceptionally speedy this dose was. i have tripped several times and never before or again have i had such a strong amphetamine feel. <br> <br> i went to my high school and started band at 7:50. a pleasant body buzz came over me about half way through the period as i was marching outside, and everything gained a very ironic feel. several people asked my why i was wearing sunglasses, but that was the least of my concerns. i noticed that a member of the band's head was a flag, and i began to wonder what was going on until i realized that i was on drugs. this puzzled me. <br> at 8:40 i left the high school in a friend's car (he was driving) and remarked at how incredibly beautiful the fall leaves on all the trees were, and how amazing it was that my legs were at rest, yet we were obviously moving. i then went home and called a friend, asking him to meet me at the library while admiring my insanely dilated pupils. i went upstairs to my computer and wrote the following: <br> <br> 'I have saucereyes shining back at me from every reflective surface. <br> my hands move with their own consciousness. <br> my mind is filled with a dim green golw of benevolence, washing forward and backward through my suddenly open consciousness. <br> waking. Everything is moving quickly with that speedy shimmery trainride feel, sweeping and lifting me, funnelling through a spiral of forgotten thoughts and fragments, transcending this state of smiling idiosynchrisies and uncoordinated floating chaos. In this sea of collisions and orderly creation and destruction I have made my home beyond words. This is bliss. <br> screams and quieted notions greet me from the seas and mists of forgotten lores and empty passages unbeknownst to me now. Sssstirring from the cabin of this vessel has infringed upon my trainride awareness. <br> <br> Someone has lost this place. Laughing and bursting and climbing through the walls and opening their lives back and forth in a cycle quick and precise, we're all running back and forth through the fire searching for order in frantic wide-eyed notions of mobility and so we break down into pieces. <br> <br> Incoherent warblings and buzzing eminate from the semiconscious subconscious subhuman followers of an outdated order of life. This is a cycle of things. A feeling of familiarity. family. liars. <br> And a bright white climax of fire and emotion, a shower of lights, a dawn of perception, an awakening, and then it passes back into this disconnected bunch of insanity. It's funny that i'm prompting this schizophrenia in my own mind and looking to it for so much support. irony. blindness. We hide from ourselves we run and run and hide from ourselves. <br> the words on this page have gained a sentience. I'm going to go soon.' <br> <br> After having written that, i went to pick up my paycheck. It was close to ten o'clock, and i was peaking. It should be noted that at nine o'clock I experienced a psychological peak, which plateaued for about two hours. At about ten I experienced a body peak, and around ten thirty I experienced a visual peak. This was highly unusual. <br> <br> After a lengthy conversation with my employer, i went to the local bank to cash my paycheck. While waiting in line, I noticed a large mirror on the wall and admired the reflection of a young lady in it. At that point i had some confusion over my identity, and whether i was in fact me, or the girl in the reflection. I thought to myself, 'what's going on here? is this some kind of plot? good god man, get a hold of yourself!' <br> <br> I nonchalantly reached down and put my sunglasses back on, and pondered the idea of using lsd as a supplement to everyday life. <br> <br> At about eleven, I waited at the library and noticed a fog appearing from around the corner of a nearby building. I then wrote the following in my sketchbook: <br> <br> 'The calm cool mist of impending destruction has taken a centre stage in today's glorius activities.<br> <br> and i feel okay.<br> <br> still.<br> <br> there are a lot of crazy things going on here. i wonder whose plot this is. <br> cement mixer.<br> <br> the trees sing!<br> <br> epiphanies!<br> <br> all is right with the world for a brief moment.<br> <br> T+4h20min<br> <br> and the clocktower chimes.<br> <br> ten city blocks from ground zero and the world goes crazy.<br> <br> waiting for the aftershocks.' <br> <br> By eleven thirty I had met up with two friends and made my way to the city park along with two bottles of orange juice purchased in a nearby carry out. We were contemplating the nature of our hometown, seeming like a post-industrial wasteland in the middle of a life-sucking suburban community. When we reached the swing set, I downed a bottle of orange juice and decided it would be an appropriate time to contemplate the many questions i had set aside to ask myself during this trip, all relating back to the nature of a closer connection between my subconscious and conscious mind. <br> <br> I looked down at my obscenely long hair, the fallen leaves, trees like veins in the empty skies, and the people I surrounded myself with and felt an immense security. The beauty of the breathing ground and ancient collective consciousness of the nature around me infringed upon my perception in a sensory onslaught, leaving me immersed in a million thoughts moving too quickly for my brain to grasp. <br> <br> Being overly satisfied with this situation, my friends and I departed, walking downtown to see that the trees had all been cut down months before, and the pavement ripped from the earth, leaving gaping holes and dust in the air (the fog of impending destruction). We picked up a hammer on the way, thinking of it as a valuable companion and tool in the journeys that lay ahead of us. Soon afterward, things became far less surreal. I was beginning to come down. <br> <br> My two friends and i walked to the local dairy queen in search of food, and we left the hammer outside. After we ordered, we went and sat down, and one of the dairy queen employees went outside and picked up the hammer. A few minutes later, he brought us our food and began to walk away when I stopped him. <br> 'hey,' i said, 'just what the hell do you think you're doing? did you steal my friend's hammer?' <br> 'uhmmm... yeah, it's in the back... i'll... uh, go-' <br> 'Oh, that won't be neccessary. you can have it. just take good care of it. i'm sure you'll take it to where it belongs.' <br> 'right. i have to go now.' <br> And so he left and i began to eat my ice cream. <br> <br> I quickly noticed that my body had no intention of eating this ice cream. whenever i put my body on autopilot, trusting it to continue consuming the ice cream, it would stop, holding the ice cream in front of me. Finally, I coaxed myself into finishing it. <br> <br> At that point i went home and listened to a lovely album by a perfect circle on my still relatively new stereo system. It was incredible. the third track has a distorted bow bassline that made me feel very light, and like i was riding some sort of twisted roller coaster, bounding from side to side. I often wonder what effects of lsd are psychosomatic, because the nature of the drug lends itself to giving you complete control of the trip with a little practice. <br> <br> It should also be noted that the body buzz associated with lsd is a 'light' one. Alchohol and marijuana are slightly heavier than one's own body weight, dextromethorphan is like having a house on top of you, and lsd and mdma are like floating. <br> <br> At around 5 o'clock, there was a marching band practice for the football game at 7:30 that evening. a friend of mine informed me that my pupils were still noticably dilated. This particular football game was band senior parent's night, and being that I was a senior, I got to walk down the fifty yard line escorted by my parents. I informed them that i was feeling just fine. They never suspected a thing. <br> <br> One final note is that the next day i had the worst amphetamine comedown i have ever experienced. The whole day before i had felt speedy, but saturday morning i worked for six hours, and it sucked. a lot. One rule I think most people should follow and that i almost never break is to set aside a day after tripping to recap your days activites and to recover from excessive walking/moving.<!-- 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: 3677</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 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,320</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3677&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3677&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), 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 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">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I went to go see a concert at the Gorge Ampitheater and took some acid that just fell into my hands as I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in years. It was during the day and I was tripping....I walked to a cliff and sat down on the top of it.....the wind suddenly gusted and I felt it enter my body....all of the sudden I felt the prescence of a friend of mine and then realized that he was there....it wasn't just a thought, but it was a shamanistic sort of connection. <br> <br> We did not say anything to each other, just nodded in the affirmation that this was happening.....I began to cry as I realized what humans have the potential of doing but do not seem to be conscious of....the power of our minds can allow us to go anywhere our imaginations are capable of taking us to, and the presence of everyone you have ever met will always exist in your mind.<!-- 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: 3896</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 26, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,828</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3896&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3896&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), Nature / Outdoors (23), General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>