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<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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> </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 --> 15 out of 35 of us that went on a haunted hayride ate the wicked liquid. 15 of us have not been the same since. We all expected a body buzzzz and some visuals, but none of us expected what happened next. That night new doors of perception opened in our minds. I have always been the type of person who does their drugs, that night the drugs did me. I almost lost it. I have never blacked out from lsd before, and that night there are hours i dont remember. Everyone who ate it tripped for over 24 hours. I my case it was 48. I fell asleep and when i woke up i was still tripping. <br> I watched some of my friends freak out. Others would try to talk them down but we all found that we could not find the words to exprese the thoughts in our heads. My body was twitching my eyelids were fluttering. It was ruthless. I never thought i was going to come down. My friend S almost drowned in the shower. When i took one i knew that water was hitting my body but it didnt feel like i was getting wet. We all call it the wicked liquid, for this reason...what is in such a minute drop of liquid that can freak out 15 adults? For all of you reading this I dont know what strain of liquid it was so if asked if you want some liquid lsd, think twice. Liquid USED to be my favorite type of LSD. NEVER again.<!-- 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: 3647</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 26, 2000</td><td>Views: 18,100</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3647&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3647&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), 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> <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 am 27 years old and really started experimenting with drugs when I was about 23. I am very successful in my career and am exceptionally open-minded and challenge my mind all the time. I have never taken drugs excessively, but enjoy the experience and make the most of it! <br> <br> I enjoy transcendental meditation and challenge the boundaries of thought regularly without the use of drugs. <br> <br> I have enjoyed ecstasy at clubs as I have reveled in the energetic dance spurts, the open conversation where fellow humans drop their facades and barriers and we converse as openly as we would truly like to. I have become so much closer to many people, as I have not been afraid to say how I really feel. <br> <br> I have taken acid several times, especially when I was 'starting out.' We always did it at home with only 2 or 3 people with us. Got videos, music, sweets, etc. I always experienced the usual, i.e: the plants, walls and things moving, extremely sensitive to music and colour. My trips have always been happy and I felt as though I moved through an adventure land, each room offering different magical visuals and experiences. Closing my eyes, I felt as though I went on 'trips' as a Kalahari bushman, fisherman, eskimo, etc, the music taking me further into my mystical journeys. Watching videos is also a lot of fun, getting so engrossed in the films. I found the phenomenon funny, as the title of the film sometimes made an impression prior to taking the drug and it would effect the way in which I viewed the movie, e.g. Eraser (I could never remember what was going on or what had just been said - as if it had been erased from my mind). <br> <br> I enjoyed eating sweets, as I would revel in the taste. When eating chocolate, I could dissect the flavours and taste the eggs, cocoa, flour, etc. separately. I had never really focused on these feelings, as in the group I was always distracted to play the next game or enter into the next adventure. I did realise, however, that whilst we were all on the same drug, I did experience everything more intensely and my trip would last longer than everyone else's. <br> <br> We had also taken acid in nature and I truly enjoyed that experience. It was raining and I was on a swing and I felt like a little fairy swinging in a world full of falling crystals. The water with leaves was mesmerising and touching it was like entering into a whole new sensation. <br> <br> My friends, all guys, would find different things amusing. They would get stuck in a rut - watch the same advert over and over, and find it hilarious. They tended to click and joke about 'superficial' things, whereas my experiences seemed more in touch with the things around me and my experiences and senses. <br> <br> I actually enjoyed the effects of LSD and would sometimes lie on my bed with the lights off, whilst the others ran around the house laughing, and I would watch the light reflections, and just enjoy the pictures and colours when I closed my eyes. I often said after a trip that I wished I could draw some of the patterns I saw. These were purely patterns and things moved in a two dimensional manner with a motion which seemed to repeat itself, a flowing motion, but the objects remained in their true form. <br> <br> On my 27th birthday 2 weeks ago, I decided it had been ages since I had last done acid and thought it would be great to have a house party, invite a few friends and pop a trip. This was to be one of the most conflicting experiences of my life, which still 'haunts' me and got me interested in reading more about the drug and reading other experiences. I cannot say that it was a bad trip, however, I truly focused on what I could do with my mind whilst I was on this trip and took myself to places where I felt unmanagaeble, yet in full control. I say conflicting, as the rush of emotions was intense and I was not sure whether I liked it or not. I loved it...and I have never been so terrified in my life!! <br> <br> My trip commenced at about 22h00 at my house. I had about 12 friends over, who all popped a cap, and the plan was that we would party for a while and go to a club. I was concerned about going out after taking acid and I decided not to, as I preferred staying in an environment that I felt at home in. <br> <br> As per usual, most of the people at the party were guys, my husband included. My husband and I are both very intelligent and we stimulate each other mentally. We also enjoy things like Reiki and have been for attunements, etc. We click on many subjects and we are great mental partners. <br> <br> Shortly after taking the drug, I felt a very different feeling than ever before. The effects of the drug were very strong and I found I was struggling to concentrate on anything. I started experiencing a new sensation unlike before. <br> <br> My hands kept getting stuck to things. The experience was like one of being hypnotised. I had been hypnotised in a show once (a stage hypnotist show) and remember the feeling of him telling me to put my hand on the wall. He told me I was stuck. The sensation of not being able to take my hand off the wall even though I knew it was all in my mind was strange, as I truly could not, even though cognitively I knew I should be able to, and that I had allowed myself into this state. I enjoyed the state of hypnotism and this was similar, even though I always knew in the back of my mind that I was always in control of how deep I would allow myself to get involved. <br> <br> The feeling as mentioned above was very similar. Somehow, I started losing touch with the rest of the party and started focusing on what I was feeling. I remember it so clearly. The people became more and more distant, and they became almost non-existent. I could hear them and see them and yet I felt as though I was getting more engrossed in where I was going and in my 'own little world' than ever before. I was not feeling happy like before, but intrigued by this new sensation. <br> <br> I would put my hands on my hips and not be able to pull them off. It would feel as though they were melting together. This melting sensation never went away and whatever I touched I became attached to. I still vaguely recall someone joking when I did not let go of them, that I was like a magnet! <br> <br> I somehow became further and further removed from reality. When some people told me they were leaving, I could not understand why and I did not comprehend how they could still remember to go out as per the original plan, as I felt so far removed from reality that I could not remember that anything besides me in my little world existed. I also felt myself progressing futher and further into this state and further away from reality. <br> <br> I began questioning in my mind how I was experiencing this drug, as opposed to the other people. I recall walking into the TV room and everyone was laughing, I felt different. The questions were more and more intense in my head and I started feeling as though the drug and I were playing some sort of game. I started getting a little panicky, as I could not understand how others could remember reality and driving. When I asked them to tell me what was going on in reality, i.e. the cold truth as to whether there were still people at the party, how many were left, what time it was, they could not understand why I was so persistent. I had lost total touch with where I was and was so dissociated from everything that I felt more 'fucked' than everyone and started questioning the effects on me as oppossed to others and whether I was starting to feel the effects more than others. <br> <br> This is when things really started to happen for which I was totally unprepared. My husband too had taken the same dose as I and yet I lost him totally on this. I thank him for remaining calm. <br> <br> We decided at 03h30 to go to our bedroom, get under the covers, listen to music and enjoy our tripping. I was experiencing the ultimate in visuals. The frightening part, however, was the fact that my duvet felt like lead and it felt as though it was falling through me. This sensation was strange, as when I thought about it, it would become intense and when I pretended it was feather light, it would feel as though it was lifting off me. <br> <br> I then started playing with the drug - mistake or not? I had a glass bowl of sour jelly tots. I started sucking on one and imagined it to be the most sour thing I had ever eaten. My reaction was very physical, I salivated and my eyes watered and man, was it so sour. I then sucked on another and focused on the sweet inside and disregarded the sour powder it was covered in - it would taste heavenly and so sweet. I then imagined them chewy and so I went on focusing more and more on the typical mind over matter thing. That was when things get scary. <br> <br> I focused on the bowl which was 'melted' to my hand, however, the objects maintained their dimensions. I was speaking with my husband the whole time and told him to imagine that these jelly tots were cold and that they were all huddled at the bottom of the bowl. I pictured them cold and they appeared to shrink and get close together and the bowl would be dark. <br> <br> I then told him to focus on the jelly tots in the glass bowl and imagine them all light, fluffy and floating to the top. My visual sensation then changed entirely in dimension and appearance. I was focusing on this when suddenly reality was lost entirely. It was as though the jelly tots became like a lava lamp, floating up, but becoming liquid in appearance. Whilst I was focusing on the jelly tots I was fine, but then I saw my entire hand melt into the bowl as if it were liquid and I had lost all sensation in my hand. I panicked...then I realised that my entire body had 'disappeared' and I felt like a mind only. This panic brought me back to reality quite quickly, or so I thought! <br> <br> I sat up, chucked the bowl on the floor and realised I was shaking like a leaf. I then looked around me and, both frightened and amazed, I could not believe what I was seeing. The colours had become so intense, and my previous visual of flowing patterns became more exaggerated. I looked at my husband and without focusing on anything realised that I was in a different dimension than what I had previously experienced. I looked at him and around him was a bubble of lights, the same patterns as before, yet more intricate with more colours, not flowing, but whizzing round in a three dimensional manner. His skin seemed to illuminate patterns. His hair strands were all different colours - it was beautiful!! But then, I removed his skin with my eyes and he began to melt into the bed. It was as though I was looking into my own little movie screen and could not see the reality beyond. <br> <br> I then tried to get back to the previous state I had been in visually and could not. By this time it was 04h00 and my husband was beginning to come down. The scary part was it felt as though my experience was just beginning. I kept telling myself that it was all in my mind and that I was in control. But then this riddle would start in my head, was I actually in control of the drug or was it in control of me? It became this battle of cognitive processes of which I was not actively trying to think - they were just happening! <br> <br> I got out of bed. Everything around me was liquid. When I focused on reality, the walls would stop moving and the room looked normal and then it would seem as though this screen would come up again and block out the walls and the walls would melt into the gound and swallow up the pictures. <br> <br> I jumped up and the scary thing is I could not feel my body. As I walked barefoot on the cold floor, I felt like I was falling through. I asked my husband to hold me, I could not feel that. I ran down the passage jumping with all my might on the ground. Nothing, I was just a head. My mind then shut out all pictures of reality, letting me melt them, turn things into cartoonish type things, remove the skin, see the muscles, then see the skeleton. When I 'saw' my hand melt into thin air and not feel it at the same time, I worried as to whether I had dissociated myself from reality so much that I would not be able to come back. I thought that maybe this new state of consciousness would not allow me to come back. It felt as though the drug was playing a power game in my head. The visuals were absolutely amazing. <br> <br> Eventually, realising that it was all in my head, I started feeling out of control. I knew it was in my head and yet I could not get out of my head and experience anything real or tangible. I felt as though I was going to die, but the worst part was that my mind was so active that I felt immortal in my head. I could hear my husband speak to me, however, I could only see him in reality when I really focused on him. I realised then that whatever I imagined is what I saw. I was in total control of my mind and visuals and even audio. This frightened me, as I started realising that I was in control of my bodily functions. When I thought about feeling cold, I shivered intensely, when I wanted to be hot, I broke into a sweat. This frightened me, as I felt that while I was in control I could look after myself, however, when I felt that I was losing control to the drug in this game in my head, I worried that it would force my body, blood flow, to lose synchronisation and kill me by stopping my heart. If I could do it, then so could the drug, no? I suddenly felt as if I had gone where I should not have. I felt that my brain controlled everything about me, and that in this state I could hurt me by thinking about it. <br> <br> At 06h00 I could take it no more, this game of control in my head was too much and reality was too far away, I needed it so badly. I then asked my husband to take me to the hospital - I just wanted to sleep and feel it was all a bad dream. <br> <br> In the car, it felt as though my foot fell through the floor and I was not even sure whether I was on the seat or not - I could not feel anything. The drive to the hospital was beautiful and breathtaking, but the visuals were liquid and the objects did not even look like themselves at times. <br> <br> I kept telling myself that I was in control and that it was a drug. I told myself I am intelligent, confident, etc., almost hoping that I was convincing myself that I could beat this drug in my head. Closing my eyes offered no comfort, as this screen displayed the same visuals whether my eyes were open or closed. I walked into the hospital and was fighting the threatening fear!! <br> <br> The nurses were pretty sympathetic, however, the doctor was patronising. I told him I had taken acid and that I was hallucinating. He asked me if I was hearing voices and seeing monsters. I told him that I was stuck in my head and that I saw whatever I imagined, and that if he started mentioning monsters I am sure I would see them. His physical mass kept changing in front of my eyes and I kept telling myself that there was a man in front of me. <br> <br> They took blood and put me on a drip and left me lie and work through it. The hallucinations were becoming worse, like comic strips mocking me in my mind. I eventually asked my husband to call someone after an hour as I was frightened - it felt more and more as though I would never return - or worse return, but never be normal again! <br> <br> I kept telling myself that I was stronger than this drug and that I was a fighter, however, it was getting the better of me. I was so conscious of the blood in my body, etc. <br> <br> A new doctor came to see me and admitted me into the hospital. They checked my pupils and they were a 4, whatever that means - no dilation I guess. They tested my reflexes and asked me to push against their hands with my limbs, it felt as though I was melting into them. <br> <br> They injected me with a tranquilizer to subside the thought processes. Those were probably the worst hours of my life. They discharged me at 15h00. I had to lie with my thoughts for those hours, wondering where reality was, hating this stupid game in my mind, pins and needles in my limbs. It kept feeling as though I would never return to normal. <br> <br> I was frightened to sleep when I got home and feared going into the rooms again. I still look at the objects that had so marvelled and frightened me and expect them to jump out at me at any moment. <br> <br> I read a note I had written to myself during that evening. I had written, 'A party happened and I did not even know it was happening even though I was there, but I was really busy in the meanwhile!' <br> <br> Two weeks later I still feel anxious about the experience and have started reading extensively. The psychosis is what scared me. Living with the pictures of me melting away and only residing in my head. It makes me fear death - the physical may disappear and yet the mind remains hidden from reality. At the same time it is a comforting feeling that something carries on. <br> <br> I have been struggling to deal with it, as no one I have known has had similar experiences, and I know where it was that I overstepped the threshold. My mind is beautiful, that is all I can tell you. I met corners of my head that amazed me, however, a part of me is dark. I am not frightened of that, but feel that I went somewhere I should have left. It was more intense than any meditation, where I have met my guides, or hypnosis. <br> <br> Whether my experience is useful or not, I longed to speak about it to someone who may understand. I crossed boundaries, which I was not equipped to handle. <br> <br> Yip, I guess that is why they call it a 'trip.' The game I played in my head. The fight for control and pushing the limits of my thoughts. It was fun - would I do it again? I am in two minds about it and I guess the answer would be no! I feel lucky to have come back, however, I feel witness to supernatural things - I guess the answer is no because I am only in one 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: 947</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 1, 2000</td><td>Views: 16,553</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=947&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=947&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), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), 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">9 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> </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 --> I was sixteen at the time, and had been selling weed and acid for three months or so. I was doing well at it, making quite a bit of money, and smoking herb for free, and was quite happy all around. So, it came to pass that one day I had a sheet of KISS acid laying around. I had tripped eight or nine times before, but I had only taken three hits at most, and hadn't really experienced the intense visuals I had heard and read so much about. <br> <br> So, on a Saturday before I went to a large concert with some friends, I decided to test my limits. I took out the sheet (it was called Darkstar, because it had the Darkstar skating logo on the back) from my stash and cut off nine big hits, and promptly ate them. It was one thirty or so. My mindset at the time was one of anticipation, although once I had eaten the hits there was a bit of anxiety. <br> <br> I smoked a joint and waited for the acid to kick in while I watched cartoons. It was about two in the afternoon when I felt the first tingle of acid. I started tap my feet while I watched tv, and then the jaw clenching started in. I could feel that this was this was going to be a big one. <br> <br> The last time I checked the clock was at three thirty. At this point, my mind was starting to turn over at itself. I was pacing back and forth in my room, muttering to myself, thinking about my life. All the small petty lies I had told and the stupid betrayals were coming back to me, and I was cursing myself for being such a piece of shit. My friends were supposed to come pick me up at four, and I decided to go outside and smoke a cigarette and wait for them. I had been in a dark house until this point, and when I walked outside, it was like getting hit in the head. The sun was incredibly bright, and the asphalt and concrete seemed to bubbling under the heat. I stood for a moment, unsure of what to do, and then decided to stay on the porch and smoke for a while. <br> <br> As I sat on the porch, the street started to squirm back and forth. I had gotten a few visuals like this before, and I watched, enjoying it. Then a car drove by, and the noise hurt my head. The sun reflected off the side window of the car, and the light stabbed me in the eyes. My friends arrived after a while, and as soon as my friend Ryan saw me, he knew I was tripping. <br> <br> By this point, I decided that there was no way I could handle a concert in the sun today. I told Ryan I wasn't going, and he asked if I wanted anyone to stay with me. In retrospect, this would have been a good idea, but at the time the mere idea of having to relate to anyone seemed terrifying, so I declined. They left (the metal on the car dripping off as it drove away) and I went inside to my room. <br> <br> At this point, I started losing touch of where I was and what was going on. I kept on closing my eyes and decending (acending?) to some different level. Inside my head, my thoughts had turned from self-critical to simple curiosity. I spent along time thinking about losing my virignity, and then suddenly began to think about my bar mitzvah. I wondered mostly about what exactly these things meant, and how they had changed me. <br> <br> Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I had to get out. So I ran to my backyard and laid down in the grass (at this point, it was almost dark outside). This was a bad idea, as the grass seemed to crawl all over me, full of bad vibes. I got up and walked to my front yard and looked down the road. <br> <br> This is when the first real hallucination started. The road was neon and shimmering, and along it raced numbers and letters. The numbers would approach me, and as they passed I would feel a soft breeze go over me. The world had transformed itself. I looked at the road and could taste it. Once again, I retreated to my room. <br> <br> My room became both my sanctuary and a symbol of everything wrong in my life. I wanted so badly to leave, but at the same time felt that the world was a dangerous place. So I stayed in my room and watched the walls. The walls were convulsing, like a muscle, and small shapes kept popping up, like they were directly under the paint. Then a grinning demon face came up from the wall, and looked at me. This demon wanted to kill me, I understood. At this point I had forgotten I had taken the acid and simply watched in horror. As I looked up, the celeing contained a body, floating slowly back and forth. I retreated to a corner and watched as my room continued to meld and morph itself. It reminded my of a Disney cartoon, when everything is kind of dancing. I was sure I was losing my mind, sure that there was no way my mind could handle all of this without breaking. <br> <br> Finally, at some point, I decided that I needed music. With much difficulty, I selected a Pavement album (Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain) and started listening to it. I don't remember the CD, but Pavement did get me started thinking about weed. Suddenly, I remembered that I had a half pound of the stuff sitting in my closet. Weed was the answer, I suddenly saw. I grabbed my purple bong and loaded a bowl, again with much difficulty (the weed squirmed under my touch, and it was very hard to get it to go into the bowl). I don't know how many bowls I smoked, but I smoked a lot. I smoked like it was the only way to survive, which I felt it was. Finally, I felt like I was returning to reality. Things were still squirming a bit when I looked at them, but I knew that this was just because I had taken acid, and that there was a fundamentally solid reality beneath this. <br> <br> I looked at a clock and was shocked to see that it was nearly eleven in the morning. I had been tripping for twenty hours or so. I got up and called my friend Ryan on his cell phone. He has been out partying all night, and I went and picked him up from a kid's house, and then we went and grabbed some breakfast. The food was actually incredibly good, and I felt extremely good. The world was no longer dangerous, but a warm and gentle place. After I ate, I went over to Ryan's for a while, and ended up falling asleep over there. <br> <br> That was two years ago, I have never taken that much acid again. I've also never lost contact with reality that degree again. I've candyflipped since then, which fucked me up a lot a more and was much more enjoyable, because I also felt so fucking good and loved up. In the future, I may try to test my limits again. However, this time I will have a friend I know I can trust with me, and remember to have my bong out and ready for duty.<!-- 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: 4072</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 4, 2000</td><td>Views: 14,219</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4072&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4072&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) : Difficult Experiences (5), General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2cb/">2C-B</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">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">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">75 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have to admit that in my line of work (club promoter) it is a rare night indeed where ecstasy is hard to come by, but so it was on a stifingly hot August night last year, that despite our best efforts, we were informed in no uncertain terms that the town was completely dry in this respect, but, unusually was boasting something of a surplus of LSD and 2cb. We had been looking forward to the night for a long while, what with it being the opening of an ex-colleague's club, and we were not going to let a lack of ecstasy spoil our night, and hence bought a sheet of acid (100 trips), and twenty 2C-Bs between 5 of us. <br> <br> In my experience clubbing on 2C-B can go one of two ways. Either I stand at the back of the dance floor with a manic glare on my face, having a great time but unable to interract fully, or I hit the dance floor and stay there until I have to be physically removed. On this occasion the drug chose the latter, and by 2.00am I had deposited my share of the 2C-Bs. The setting was, as always, an important factor in the drug's potency, and pleasure -giving potential, and the DJ, the light show and the warm and friendly crowd played no small role in the success of the trip up to this point. <br> <br> 2C-B is a very clinical drug, especially visually, with objects sharply defined in vision and mind, and although some people I have talked to find the restrained rushes in the sternum unpleasant, I find that a beer or two works wonders, though make sure to keep up your liquid intake, as I find 2C-B dehydrates me considerably in the hot weather. <br> <br> By the time the five of us got back to the house we were visibly high, but were missing the atmosphere of the club. We set up the decks and started playing some New School Breaks (a jazzed up, breakbeat successor to drum and bass), which really hit the spot, although appearing to my addled mind as less a coherent flow of music that a fascinating collection of liquid sounds. About twenty minutes or so after we got back we did two of the California Sunshines, which took away some of the hard edge of the 2C-B and gave way to fluffy pinks and yellows. The room took on a very ethereal edge, and I began to feel empathy and warmth I had not felt since my first few ecstasy tablets, nearly eight years before. <br> <br> At this point it is perhaps best to explain that my friends and I have taken a lot of drugs in each others' company and as a consequence we know almost precisely how another will react in any given situation, and how to deal with that moment. If you lack that connection with your particular partners in crime, think long and hard about whether you want to take the same course we took next. <br> <br> Having taken 4 2C-Bs and two trips, we decided each to do 3 more trips in one go, which I was initially wary of, but at this point of the evening all I was fit to do was more acid, so I duly cut the acid from the sheet and handed it around. <br> <br> I have never taken drugs accidentally before but what happened next ensured I never will again. Having forgotten that I had taken the first three hits of acid, I promptly dropped another three hits, bringing my total to 8 for the evening and 6 in the last five minutes. These trips were very strong, but fortunately very clean, otherwise I think I may well have gone mad. <br> <br> Well, all I can say is that I have never been so high. My friends would turn to me to say something and I would see them in reverse, a highly freaky scenario which I have no wish to repeat. I had the power to move objects round the room, and lift objects as heavy as televisions, simply with a wave of my hand. It also started snowing rather heavily in the room. This did not seem at all strange, and my only wonder was that my friends had not noticed it. I have to say that my friends were marvellous throughout, and had it not been for them constantly humouring me, and keeping a rein on my more lunatic ambitions, the trip would have descended deeply into chaos. The trip from this point on was not all sweetness and light, especially the following afternoon when the trip began to peter out and sleep proved hard to come by, and I would not recommend it to anyone who is at anything other than the right time and place for the experience. I was and several months later the experience is still prominent in my psyche. I must confess that contrary to almost all my other drug experiences, this one also threw up more questions than answers, some of which I am working on to this 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: 866</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: Dec 12, 2000</td><td>Views: 28,565</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=866&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=866&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-B (52) : Various (28), 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">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was about the 3rd week of October, 1998, just before the local campground was about to close. My parents had a camper at this park that they kept there all year round, as did a couple of my friends' parents. Me and 5 of my friends decided to do acid that day. They started, dropping 2 hits each at noon. I had to bring my girlfriend at the time home from work at 3:30, so I decided to wait until later that night to take my 2 hits. I left my girlfriend's around 10 pm and headed to the campground. From what my friends told me, they had had a very intense trip, swimming, puking, laughing, hallucinating, and pretty much the normal trip. <br> <br> By the time I arrived they were coming down. We came to the conclusion that we should all do 2 more together, since I had just gotten there. My friend J. decided that he'd have to take 4 becuase he had taken two earlier in the day and it wouldn't affect him if he only took 2, and the others all took between 3 and 4 more. After an hour or so we started to trip. J. decided that he needed to go get some OJ. He took off running for a store that was about 2 miles away and from what he said he didn't stop until he got there. <br> By the time he got back I was tripping hard. Speech was slurred and incomprehensible and I was getting pretty scared. Nothing (any spoken word) was making any sense. I was starting to get very panicked and freaked out. I kept asking my friend D., 'what the fuck is going on???' and he'd answer ' I dont' know,' like that was going to make me feel better. We decided to go for a walk since we were about the only ones in the park. You have to remember that this is around midnight and pitch black in the middle of the woods. <br> <br> Just as we were about to leave, one of our friends came back totally panicking...saying that she was in the bathroom shower when she heard something growl at her. We decided to go for a walk to find whatever growled at her. As we started to enter the woods it got blacker and blacker until we could see absolutely nothing, not even the sky becuase the brush and trees were so thick. We really started to get scared that we were lost when we were running into trees and shit. We were all starting to panic and we were holding on to each other to try to find our way out of the woods...when we found the lake that was only about 100 feet from our camper. I don't remember who had the idea to go swimming, but I was just so glad to know where I was that I forgot all about being scared. I decided that yeah, a swim might feel good, but you have to remember it was October in the Atlantic Ocean...and you don't realize how cold it is because you are so hot from the acid. Let me tell you one thing that you never want to do is swim in frigid water on acid. After I finally got in and got used to the cold, going under was something else. I got totally lost, no sense of direction whatsoever and it was just fucked up. I was practically crying when we got out and back to the camper. All my clothes were wet, I was fucked up, didn't know how long this was going to last and by then, it was 6am. I had to go pick up my girl in 2 hours to bring her to work...and I was tripping hard. Needless to say, I was in no shape and the trip freaked me out so much I haven't touched acid since.<!-- 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: 1020</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: Dec 14, 2000</td><td>Views: 14,240</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1020&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1020&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>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">185 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had gotten hold of some acid from an acquaintance of mine and decided to share it with some friends I knew had been looking for it for some time. K. and I had both tripped twice before (both of mine were pleasant, and mild). C. had never done acid, and he decided to try it. We each took an initial dose of blotter paper, before deciding to get our hands on some more from the same supplier. By that time, J. and B. joined in and we had a group of five. The stage was set as I began to feel the effects first.... <br> <br> As I said before, both of my previous trips had been pleasant, mild and solitary. This was truly about to be a great experience--the shared one. I was also excited for C., as it was his first time. As the drug took hold of all of us, I could feel the energy level of the whole group rising and flowing in an indescribably free and encompassing manner. The physical sensations I had were somewhat more intense than before: I would even compare them in a small way to the effects of Ecstasy, which I have done once. Anyway, we all talked and laughed and I could honestly feel everyone else's thoughts and energy. It was absolutely beautiful, as if we were all walking through some bizarre Narnia together. <br> <br> Eventually, J. and B. both left, leaving K., C. and me to continue our journey together. We alternated between the front yard (definitely a dark night, with the street lights adding an eerie glow to everything) and the living room with Pink Floyd and a lava lamp. No matter what we were looking at, we all saw the same thing: the street oozing, the ceiling sliding, the carpet flowing, trees melting--WOW!!! I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. The shared experience was the closest I have ever come to feeling at one with my surroundings. The life around us just flowed and pulsated and caressed me in a way that I can never hope to describe. C. was just in heaven, and we were so happy for him. The sunrise was a truly cosmic experience. None of us felt any ill effects, save the drained feeling that comes at every trip's end. Furthermore, the three of us connected on a level which can never be expressed in words. We just look at each other, remember, and understand. Damn, what a feeling.<!-- 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: 1057</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 6, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,963</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1057&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1057&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), Glowing Experiences (4), 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>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">185 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I drove to Eau Claire, WI (I am a student at the University of Wisconsin in Madison) with a friend for the weekend. It was one of those situations where a person has a preconceived expectation of an entertaining experience; the three hour car ride was filled with this sort of enthused anticipation. <br> <br> When we arrived, I was greeted by friends and we decided to wait until the next evening to take the acid. By the next night we were ready. We had two sugar cubes and two gel tabs. (One of the gel tabs, however, was cut abnormally large.) My friend was an acid virgin and decided to take only one of the sugar cubes - this left one sugar cube and the two gel tabs for me. I had taken acid several times before and wasn't going to complain. I was reading Tom Wolfe's 'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test' at the time, so I figured it would be historically clever to dissolve the sugar cubes in cherry Kool-Aid. I remember searching the foreign kitchen for 'the appropriate glasses' from which to drink the electric Kool-Aid. As I opened the cupboard doors, an image struck me like an ethereal sign from the drug god: two sparkling martini glasses! <br> <br> The cubes took about half an hour to completely dissolve. When they did, we drank up. (The acid, as I had expected, was tasteless in the Kool-Aid.) There is a sort of mystique to taking acid, because there is no turning back. Plus, you never really know, unless you made the acid, how much you're taking. You always know how much weed you're smoking or how much coke you're snorting, but acid can be deceiving. A little piece of blotter can have a shit-load of acid on it. After about a half hour, my friend was obviously experiencing some effects: a big smile, intermittently unstoppable laughter. He also claimed to have vague 'trails.' <br> <br> My acid took longer to kick in - about an hour. And for that first hour, I had the same effects. Nothing unusual I thought, and I was happy. About twenty minutes later, the trip began to get slightly more intense - I began to develop what John Lennon called 'kaleidoscope eyes.' Everything in the room began to have hints of reds, yellows and blues. This was very exciting, and I was very happy. Two to three hours passed and everyone (they had all been only under the influence of alcohol) retired to their rooms to sleep. My friend did the same - his trip was obviously fairly uneventful. I went upstairs to sit in a friend's room. This guy lived there and is a tropical freak. His room resembles a jungle (especially on three hits of acid). So, I sat there and looked around. Alone. <br> <br> This is when things started to go awry. First of all, I now know it's a bad idea to trip alone unless you have something significantly distracting to do. Secondly, this room was not user-friendly. Oh yeah, this guy had three pet snakes, too. Shit. Everything in this bizarre room began to move and change color. Simple things that normally remain simple began to take on severely different characteristics. There were colorful, moving geometric designs in broad air. One interesting point: I remember thinking that, even <br> though I was beginning to become frightened, the geometric designs you see on acid when you concentrate on something are very beautiful - they are indescribable and no artist could possibly reproduce them well enough to do them justice. This is why I am not going to try to explain my hallucinations to you. Other things are interesting, however, and easy enough to explain. For example, this guy had a mural of fish, and when I looked at it, the fish were actually swimming around. It didn't think this sort of thing was actually <br> possible. I had never really believed people when they had described things like this. <br> <br> Hallucinations can be fun. The down side is that acid messes with your thinking process as well. I tried to write down what I was feeling, but by the time I had written down three words, I had forgotten what I was trying to say. It gives you a strange sense of paranoia as well. You seem to think something bad is going to happen to you. And you usually believe yourself. But why not? This is an easy thing to do, when nothing you have seen in the past four hours has been real. <br> <br> After about eight to ten hours, I seemed to be peaking. This really scared the shit out of me. After awhile I was able to realize that it would all end in time, but minutes seemed like hours. I wanted to sleep - my body was tired, but my mind was racing. And, of course, I couldn't sleep, but this came as no surprise. I remember trying however: It was awful - the hallucinations I saw when I closed my eyes were worse than the ones I saw when my eyes were open. I woke up one of my friends to talk with me, to keep me from going <br> insane. I couldn't look at him though - his face started to turn into awful things. It would become all contorted, and his hair turned into tentacles which began moving toward me. <br> <br> Finally the drug wore off. I still couldn't sleep though; I had that strange physical feeling where you're tired but you can't sleep, and you just accept it. I was almost happy. I remember thinking on the ride back to Madison - a voyage which was as metaphorical as it was literal; from utter craziness and a lack of reality back home to sanctuary and reality - that although my experience was very frightening, I still wouldn't call it a 'bad trip.' I had experienced things that most straight people will never experience in three lifetimes. I tried to tell people about it as I am trying to explain it here, but you really can't because it is an indescribable experience: 'I can't explain; you would not understand. This is not how I am.' I don't know if I would have done it having known the consequences. I don't know if I will do it again now knowing the consequences. I probably will.<!-- 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: 1084</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 7, 2001</td><td>Views: 11,320</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1084&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1084&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">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 --> The day started off as any normal day. I got up and knew before hand that I would drop acid this day. I had recently made a decision to stop smoking weed, and I thought a little LSD would give the introspection I needed to understand why I had to stop smoking. <br> <br> 12:30: After calling the supplier met up with him in town. The supplier was with a friend and she showed me what they had. She was cutiing the pieces with some scissors. She handed me two little pieces that were about the size of 2/3 of a normal tab. I asked her if she was serious and she then told me that they had intended to buy a vial, but instead the guy soaked up all the acid from inside where it was made onto three pieces of paper. Having known her a while, I believed her and went home. <br> <br> 1:00: I decide to go on a hike up a creek by my house. It would take me to the top of a hill which I thought would be fun to look at. I dropped both hits and started walking. I had a video camera, two Red Bulls, and a mind starting to expand. <br> <br> 1:45: Drink one Red Bull,resume hiking. I'm getting the pre-trip feeling. Hope Red Bull will help me out. <br> <br> 2:30: Acid had taken over. I am on an outlook on top of the hill. I watch the town below undulate and contort. The distant clouds look like I could touch them if I wanted. Pulled out video camera and started to film. <br> <br> 3:15: I'm at top of hill. If I dont concentraight on my thoughts they will wander off on tangents. I start to get paranoid that I was in Mountain Lion teritory and if one was to get me, no one would know. I start back home. <br> <br> 3:45: Before going home I sit on a rock and meditate on things, in general. Then I go home. No one is there so I'm cool. I watch Dark City and it blows my mind. I relate it to everyday life. I get lost in it and when it is over I feel sad. Now the hallucinations are everywhere and I feel like I'm in a kaleidescope. I turn on VH1 and watch the 100 greatest Rock and Roll Artists. I have a paranoid thought that maybe all old 70's bands did acid and got to the same level of tripping as I am in right now. I start to appreciate all the artists I see and other things about them. <br> <br> 4:45: Totally lost now, this stuff took me over. Every thought I have turns into a vison. I ponder running to the beach, which is foutyr miles away. Seriouslly. Sanity comes back and I meelow out. Start having real visions. Like being in a dream while awake. <br> <br> 6:45: Mellow now. Hallucinations have stopped. Stll freaked out about the visions. Am in awe the rest of the day. <br> <br> The moral of this story is NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF LSD. Once you do your fucked. If i had been in public, I would have been arrested. I totally lost contact with reality for about an hour. Now, I am going to stay away from LSD. To all you new, eager acid heads out there, beware. What I thought was a joke of a dose turned into the most powerfull trip 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: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 4600</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 15, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,534</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4600&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4600&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), Nature / Outdoors (23), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is a little bit more than a description of my trip. It has to do with how acid has irrepairably ruined my life, i'm not saying I wont do acid again, but I am saying my school, my family, and my friends have all been effected by the actions and choices I made while under the influence of lsd, please take the time if you have it, to read this so you do not make similiar choices resulting in shattering your relationships with many parts of your life. <br> <br> It started off as a normal day at school, I had been invited to go over to my friend Eric's house to drop some acid. I have taken LSD many times before, with moderation of course, regardless of how much some of my friends take it. <br> <br> Recently I have been trying very hard to get some structure into my life with minimal success, I have been depressed, tired, and unmotivated for about a year now, telling myself that my drug habits are a means of self-medication, but I know the truth, i'm just a burn-out and have nothing better to do than quest after an 'altered state of mind'. <br> <br> I normally don't drop acid when I have to be home talking to my father (parents are divorced) at most 4 hours after I take the acid, but I have been going through alot of stress, and felt that this would be a way to release it, even though I was just looking for an excuse for myself to rationalize my behavior. My father is 45, and one of those 'Learn from the lessons I never had the chance to' parents, and a former Hardcore Junkie/Alcoholic 8 years sober. So, he isn't very understanding of my exploration of drug use, which he feels I wont grow out of. <br> <br> We dropped the acid at about 3:15 PM. Eric turned on Grand Turismo 2, and we played it. 30 mins had passed, and I was feeling the first wave of the acid. I thought to myself, 'This is remarkable...' because that is amazingly fast by the normal standards of the acid I get. <br> <br> At around 4:00, I was feeling quite comfortable and could not take my eyes off of the ceiling, and it's popcorn pattern. It kept on waving back and forth, and breathing at the same time. Then Eric got up to go to the bathroom, and behind him were several trails all doing something different than he was doing seconds before. One would have it's hand behind his head and his other arm aiming up, and another would be hunched over, all of this coming from him casually walking to the bathroom. I thought to myself, this is some good acid. <br> <br> When he got back in what seemed like hours later, he came, not out of the bathroom, but out of the hallway on the other side of the house, wearing a Jason (from Friday the 13th) mask. He looked at me pulled a knife out of his pocket, and said, 'Is this scary?' I looked at him, and laughed, all at the same time over-anylizing this strange occurance, Why would he attempt to scare me after giving me acid? So I said, 'Ummm, dude... what the hell are you doing?' he responded with, 'I was just trying to scare you man. Hey do I look like a retard yet?,' keep in mind, Eric is very unexperienced with Psycedelics, and he thinks that there is certain acid that makes people look like retards. So I just looked at him, and agreed, and said, 'More than you know, Eric, more than you know.' <br> <br> It was getting around 5:00 when he took me out to the bus stop so I could get home, and at this bus stop, there was this 3 foot tall oriental man with a head bigger than a watermelon, (and I can confirm this because I see him everyday at the bus station on my way to school) holding a garbage bag. He was walking around picking up cans, and there was also this rather 'large' woman sitting next to me. He walked over to her and handed her the bag. I was hearing strange noises from the woman's stomache, and they were being warped in my head, I was hearing Ickbay, Ickick, Iiickbaay. Then all of the sudden, the oriental man, said something like Maui Wowie (that's not what he said, but that's what I perceived it as, and they were echoing and warping, which then came off as Mawaui... My mind was frazzled, I started making completely irrational associations. That these two had some sort of connection. That this has been going on for thousands of years, and that one cannot function without the other. Then my inner monologue started going over this. 'Ickbay Mawaui, it's as if it is... and has always been this way.' <br> <br> The the bus showed up at 5:15. I sat in the far back, left seat and next to me was a woman, and her child that wouldn't stop moving around and whining. This came as quite a disturbance to me, I did not understand why the child was whining, and I knew that this was a 15 minute bus ride, Could I endure the madness for 15 minutes with out screaming? Was it really all that much if I were to ask the child to refrain from whining? But no, I held back, I knew I could not speak to these 'people' on any normal level of communication. <br> <br> I pulled out my watch, 5:16, 'Damnit,' I muttered, the word echoed in my head, and I looked around all of the sudden on edge... Did they hear me? This gave me a short break from the unrelentless whines from the child. As time passed, I found ease in looking out the window and soon, we were at the bus station. I was about to go to smoke a cigarette, when I saw my good friends Ryan and Alley waiting to catch a bus that I can catch to get home that was leaving right then, So I walked over to them. Ryan greeted me with a simple but convenient, 'Hello', as did Alley, and they knew something was up when I didn't respond right away, I had to look around, and the whispered, 'H ii', Ryan asked what I had said, and I shook my head No. <br> <br> The three of us got on the bus, which was a very unusual and awkward experience, as bus rides while frying usually are, each window on the bus had it's own point to it. Every window was it's own direction all in this bus that moments before outside of it, was a rectangle. We sat down next to each other, Alley in my seat, and Ryan in front on me. I finally got up the courage to speak, I asked Ryan for a cigarette, he said, 'I only have 2, but i'll give you 2/3rds of a whole one once I smoke half of one tonight.' I was confused, and my face showed that, he said, i'm just fucking with you, here' and handed me one. He said in a casual voice, 'Dude, you look baked.' Alley followed that up with, 'Yea man, you look out of it, you got a bowl?' I shook my head no, and said, 'It's not weed i'm on, it's acid.' She said, 'Really? Are you getting some good visuals?' I shook my head yes. At this point I was experiencing quite a few auditory hallucinations, and it was hard to maintain in front of the other people on the bus, and then Ryan and Alley had this big discussion about weed, right there. I felt so uncomfortable, because I didn't know if this was actually going on or not. Then I saw the gas station that always indicates for me to pull the string to get off the bus. I said 'See you later Alley, later Ryan.' <br> <br> From here on, it was basically a ten minute walk home, and I was in a very animated world at the moment, it was perfectly light out. So I smoked my cigarette, the only one i've had all day, i'm cutting back. Which is one of my reason for stress. I started looking around, and things were begining to slowly, but surely take on a purple-ish tint, or a dull but at the same time bright green. I didn't understand what was going on. Then I saw a street light flicker on and off shooting sparks down. I then realised, I can't go home like this. So I for some reason, walked around my neighborhood stumbling, and then found a spot to sit where I could watch the train tracks. Things were not normal. I knew that if I went home right now, i'd be fucked. But I knew that if I went home later, I'd be worse off, so I tried for a while to get my head straight to come up with some logical reason as to why I was frying on acid and where I was, but with minimal success. So I went home to let things 'happen' and they did. My dad started off with, 'Where have you been,?' I responded with, 'At Eric's,' he said, 'No you haven't been! I talked to his mother, and she said you haven't been over there once. Now damnit son, tell me where you have been, you look loaded,' I was a bit confused, but at the same time I knew what had happened, Eric decided that he'd just tell his mom that noone had even been there. I decided that I would act stupid, and say I don't know where I was, and respond I don't know to any and all questions. He said, 'Son, you look loaded.' I responded with, 'I'm perfectly willing to admit that, I think i've been dosed.' Then he took on a concerned look. 'With what?' he asked, I said 'LSD'. He asked how I knew that it was lsd, and I said 'From what i've heard about it, it sound like lsd' he proceed with a line of questioning, 'When did you start feeling it?', 'at school', 'why didn't you tell a teacher?' 'Are you fucking crazy? They'd kick me out!' 'Why didn't you come home?' 'I don't know' 'Where were you?' 'I don't know' 'Are you sure it's lsd?' 'Yes' 'How? Have you ever done lsd?' 'No' Then he called up the hospital, and we drove to the ER, and they took my blood pressure, and had me do a series of tests, but never gave me anything like pills, or injected me with anything. I sat there for hours until it wore off, then we went home. My dad was less than amused. <br> <br> The next day, my dad called up my school, and got them involved. The teachers didn't believe me, then, they had to make the announcement that investigation will begin on the matter. Basically meaning, my friends' privacy will be invaded for quite a while, and noone knew at that point who the kid who got 'dosed' was. But the lack of discreteness by the teachers pissed me off, by the end of the day, everyone knew who it was. <br> <br> Since I wasn't believed, the teachers said, 'You don't mind if we do a little urine test now do we? Because, we can see how you could make the jump from smoking weed to, oh say, dropping tabs of acid.' I said 'Sure, go right ahead,' attempting to call their bluff because I know how the teachers work. And then they started giving my dad number to the local clinics and places that they run urinalysis screenings. Since i've taken MDMA, Mushrooms, DXM, not to mention smoked a fairly large amount of weed from the previous saturday to this sunday, every day. I was getting a bit worried. Then they asked me when the last time I smoked weed was, I said, I don't smoke weed anymore sticking to my story, because if I lied about the weed, I could very well be lying about the acid. Me and my dad got in the car to drive to the drug testing place, and then, half way there, I cracked... I told my dad that the last time I smoked weed was over christmas break nearly a month ago. He said that we should head back to the school and tell the teachers this, so I did, and the teacher said. Ok, now, I still thiink you should get the UA, I think you are lying. So I took the UA, and I had drank alot mountain dew the past few days so that must have lowered it some, but the number I heard from my dad, is around 300, don't know much about this, but that is supposedly high. But at least my dad doesn't know much either, so, I was able to convince him that I had smoked alot of pot a month earlier. <br> <br> All in all, what this experience effected in my life is, My family, They wont be able to look at me the same way ever again. My school, my teachers will now forever 'Have it out for me'. My Friends, their privacy is being invaded in an investigation, and they know exactly who to blame. Mostly, i'm worried about my life. I hope that in some way someone can benifit from this, to not bring school into an excuse when dealing with drugs.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 4839</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 24, 2001</td><td>Views: 74,632</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4839&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4839&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), Post Trip Problems (8), 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> 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+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">360 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I would like to begin the way I always begin, with a quote or two that applies to the situation, for this particular experience, I have selected two from my library of useless information and profound statements. <br> <br> 'He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man' -- Dr. Johnson <br> <br> 'Any road followed precisely to it's end leads precisely nowhere, climb the mountain a bit to be sure that it is a mountain, from the summit, you cannot see the mountain.' -- Frank Herbert 'Dune' <br> <br> <br> This was my first experience with LSD. <br> <br> I have smoked Cannabis and did for about a year, but gave it up because it honestly is no fun, it is a waste of time and money... Who wants to pay 10 bucks a gram to feel stupid, eat junkfood, and fall asleep? Anyway, I have done nitrous oxide on many occasions, I have done Ether on several occasions and I have used Dextromethorphan (DXM) at least 15 times. I smoked Salvia Divinorum about 5 times before, and only had noticible effects once. <br> <br> I have spent the last 2 years doing extensive research of drugs, because I never like to just do something, I like to understand it and have an idea of what to expect. I have hundreds of hours clocked in the research of drugs, and 150 hours of that time was solely dedicated to LSD. My research consisted of Erowid's resources as well as other web sites, many books, countless trip-reports on both Erowid and the Lycaeum, I have interviewed about 15 people that have done acid and gotten all pieces of the spectrum. Such things as, 'The worst experience of my life' 'The most enlightening experience of my life' 'I laughed at the walls alot' to what I feel is the most accurate description of the effects of LSD, I am a lucid dreamer, I dream very rarely but when I do the dreams are lucid, I know I am dreaming, and I can control my dreams. and this description was very intrigueing 'You're a lucid dreamer, well, I would say acid is like lucid living.' <br> <br> None of this, my research, my interviews, my trip report reading, prepared me for what happened a few weeks ago. <br> <br> After months of searching, and failed connections and deals falling through, I finally was able to aquire some LSD from a friend with connections in a larger city. I bought 10 LSD Green Gel-Tabs and sold 4 to a friend, as he had been searching as well. <br> <br> My and my best friend decided to do it wed, I barely slept that night anticipating and giddy from finally going through with this experience, I had a very positive outlook on things. <br> <br> Wed morning I woke up at 9 am, and I had a leisurely breakfast and some coffee, showered and dressed, and drove over to Dave's house. I arrived at Dave's house at about 9:45 and we unhooked his phone and locked his doors, so we would not be interrupted or bothered. <br> <br> We each took one gel-tab at exactly 10 am, and started watching Titan A.E. to kill time. After about 45 minutes it started to hit dave, and he was engrossed in the movie. well, after one hour, it hadn't hit me, Dave had swallowed his, and I had let mine dissolve on my tongue. after 1 1/2 hours, I was having no effects, so I decided to take another gel-tab, complaining that maybe I needed more because I was so heavy. Dave took another one as well, I swallowed this one this time, thinking maybe that was the problem. <br> <br> The movie finished, and we were watching TV, at the 2 hour mark I started complaining that 'maybe I'm just the only mother f*&^er on earth that this doesn't work on' ( a complaint I remember making the first time I did DXM ) so I took one more tab, and dave took one more as well, the last of our LSD. thats a total of 3 green gel-tabs a piece. I was bored, and a cartoon came on featuring a puppy wearing boots, he was running and stomping in puddles and such in a rain storm, and then a rainbow appeared, and he went to look at this puddle that the rainbow ended at. A small frog jumped out of the puddle and just looked at the puppy. The puppy said 'You can't live in a puddle, it's not deep enough.' And he reached to pick up the frog, and it dissapeared. Suddenly it appeared on the puppy's head, and the puppy looked up, the frog said to the puppy, 'You'll never catch me, I'm the frog that lives in the puddle at the end of the rainbow.' This was not funny, or amuzing, but at that very moment, I burst out in a fit of laughter the likes of which I have never known, and kept laughing like a fool for the next 5 minutes, and when I came down, I was definitely 'Tripping' <br> <br> Dave, Pleased that things had finally started to happen for me, turned off the TV, and we put in Mr. Bungle. if you have never heard Mr. Bungle, I highly recommend them. So we started exploring his house, dave decided it'd be fun to clean. While he cleaned the kitchen floor, I watched the shadows from his table and chairs morph and shift into faces and words, words like, 'Chaos' 'Joy' 'Fear' 'Love' and then into more faces. and at the back of my mind I had a thought, probably produced from watching fear and loathing too many times. 'We were somewhere around Ogdensburg, on the canadian border, when the drugs began to take hold.' <br> <br> Let me just tell you that, dave's whole house is very 70's and retro, from the furniture to the wallpaper, his mother hasn't redecorated since dave was born.... The wallpapers were doing all sorts of fun stuff. Flowing like water and rippling, and then the ever present breathing... We went to his basement, which was even more 70's than the rest of the house, and just sat around touching everything and looking at everything, and I played with his synthesizer and was totally digging it. <br> <br> About that time, 3:30pm or so, Dave's mother came home from her job. So dave and I made small talk with her and then left, we went to mcdonalds and got some food, cuz we were hella hungry, The Hi-C orange drinks we got, exploded with flavor in our mouths, and the food was full of amazing texture as we ate. We parked my van near some factories and watched smokestacks putting off smoke and the smoke danced in patterns and shapes and faces. Again the smoke formed the words, 'Chaos, Fear, Love, And Joy' <br> <br> Overall, I would consider the experience very very positive, with the only downside to the whole thing is that when I came down, I had a headache for 7 hours till I finally fell asleep, I slept till noon the next day, and then bout 20 more hours when I got home. And two weeks later, I still have incredibly vivid dreams, even better than before. <br> <br> Dream Well everyone. There is still alot of beauty in the world.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 4863</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 28, 2001</td><td>Views: 17,451</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4863&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4863&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), 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">105 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was at a rave with a few friends and we all decided to buy some felix blotter acid. I dropped both hits around 1:15am. I had a great body high. I had an amazing amount of energy and i couldn't sit still. At this point, i wasn't hallucinating yet. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I couldn't stop dancing, i had to keep moving. The dj was spinnin' a creepy trance track that made me think psychotic. I was nobody's friend, not even my own, but i was still moving. I didn't want anyone to touch me. It seemed as though everyone was against me and nobody cared. I didn't understand the whole scene, questions like...Why do i do this to myself? Why do people enjoy LSD? Why would anyone like to not be able to tell the difference between a dream and reality? <br> <br> That's when i stopped myself and tried to figure out who i was, why i'm here, what did i take and things like that...but i just didn't know. Right there everything hit me. The bad trip started to take over. I felt as though i couldn't control myself, but i just kept moving. After thinking like that for about 45 minutes and dancing, i sat down next to a huge brick wall. I lit up a cigarette and looked at the wall. The bricks were spelling words out, like Death, End, Over, and i closed my eyes, shook my head, looked at the wall again and there were 6 bears dancing in a cirle with sharp teeth just grinning at me, and then i realized how fucked up i was. I jumped up and ran over to a fence and grabbed onto it and just stood there. That fence seemed to bring me to reality, like when i was holding that fence, nothing could hurt me. It was like that fence was sobriety and reality - it was really there, it was the only thing that i knew was real. I looked around and everyone looked like crazy fools running around. It seemed like a riot. Through my eyes, it was total chaos, but it was really a bunch of people just enjoying themselves at a party. I was horrified when people would try to talk to me. Their skin would look disgusting, their voices would give me chills. Then the psychotic thoughts came back. I was thinking to myself, maybe all these people are in a cult and this is a gathering. Maybe they just advertised this gathering as a party to get people to come here and get all fucked up and then eat their brains or some shit. I would look around and everyone seemed to be watching me. I couldn't handle it, i had to leave. I stood up, lit a cigarette and started walking. I stared at the ground while i was walking. The grass looked like a bunch of pins waiting to prick me. It was a horrible night and i still don't remember everything or what happend after i stood up. I don't remember where i went or who with, but i guess that's something you should expect when you take a psychoactive drug like LSD. So, if you're gonna trip, know what you're in for 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: 1999</td><td width="90">ExpID: 319</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: Feb 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,111</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=319&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=319&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), 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> </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 friend G and i each took a hit of acid at my girlfriend's house and then after about 3 hours we left and drove 50 minutes back to my house...nothing. we felt nothing. 5 hours later. nothing. duds, we were mad. <br> <br> so G left and went home and at about midnight, my world exploded like an atom bomb. i have tripped once before this, and i didn't understand what was happening, but i knew it was so good, it was SOOO good... <br> <br> :::conscience::: <br> <br> i just grooved with it. my head opened up and i thought every thought and dreamed every dream that anyone had ever (and will ever) think or dream. my entire being overflowed with life and thought and dreams and hope and... <br> <br> :::awareness::: <br> <br> i laid down on my floor and put on my studio headphones (AMAZING sound quality) and turned on some Hallucinogen (for anyone reading this, Hallucinogen is a british psytrance artist. his album 'twisted' changed my world, and i recommend you buy it N OW). so i just succumbed to these booming trance beats and guttural grinding noises and i let myself float to the outer reaches of my own mind. i traveled untrodden trails of my own brain and discovered avenues of life in my head that i never knew were there. <br> <br> :::pulsating::: <br> <br> then i took these gloves i have for raving that have glowing LED lights for fingertips and i went into my bathroom with a discman playing 'trance stimuli' and i just left my body. i went through the entire album dancing in my bathroom thinking these explosive thoughts and discovering new life in an album i heard so many times. and my gloves...my gloves blew my mind. when the last track finished i was dripping with sweat down my entire body, but i wasn't tired. <br> <br> 3:15am <br> <br> :::serene::: <br> <br> i laid on my front lawn and smoked cigarettes and just re-examined my ENTIRE being. i thought about every aspect of my existence inside and out and i came to a conclusion after 2 hours of constant thought. <br> <br> everything is all right.... <br> <br> :::peacefulness::: <br> <br> i eventually slept and called G immediately when i woke up to tell him what i had experienced. 'say no more my friend,' he replied, 'i was right there with you.' <br> <br> and he was.... we never told each other about our trips because i knew and he knew there was no need. we had a telepathic connection i never thought possible...he KNEW, and i KNEW. <br> <br> :::inexplicable::: <br> <br> but WONDERFUL.<!-- 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: 2468</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 9,386</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2468&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2468&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), 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">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>(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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My trip started out as usual. I had decided to just take a little liquid (6 drops; it was decent, but not great acid) by myself and just mellow out to Pink Floyd and contemplate cosmic questions and life in general. I decided to go for a walk around my block because it had begun to rain and i thought that would be interesting. It was around midnight and i'd dropped at around 10:30pm, so i was tripping pretty good. After completing my lap, i went back into a field on a hill behind my house and spun around in the rain and stared at the storm clouds and lightning bolts dancing across the sky. As i stood on the hill, i tensed up all the muscles in my body, held my breath and made my face turn red (like you would when you're taking a really intense shit, for lack of a better example). <br> <br> I began to feel really dizzy, so i relaxed and took in a deep breath. This triggered the most intense experience of my life. Involuntarily, i collapsed to the ground. As i hit the ground, i heard an extremely loud *whoooooosh*, and then my right leg began twitching uncontrollably. It was almost as if i was watching myself from outside my body. I became somewhat scared for the person i saw on the ground shaking. I forgot who i was, where i was, what had just happened before i fell. It was like complete temporary amnesia. <br> <br> My leg only spasmed for about 5 seconds, but as i regained control of my body, i was still completely and utterly confused about my surroundings. Not only did i not know where i was, i couldn't even recognize what my surroundings were. The hill, the grass, the trees, the lights coming from surrounding houses, the road, the sky - it was like i was a newborn baby looking at the world for the first time. The only possible way for me to further describe the alien setting i was in, was that there were what appeared to be 'tiki gods' large and small everywhere, mumbling incoherently. The only thing i can remember thinking during this was, 'i've never experienced anything like this before, i have no control over my body at all.' What i saw was the most intense hallucination i've ever experienced, and i've eaten an abnormally large amount of acid over the years, and more potent lsd, too. The effects, after i fell to the ground, only lasted about 20 seconds. As soon as i was able to pick myself off the ground, i got up and maneuvered through the maze of trees, which i still didn't fully recognize, and almost zombified, i stumbled home. I went inside and began to attempt to sort out what just happened and what had caused it. I didn't remember tensing my muscles and holding my breath for about 20 seconds. <br> <br> After i figured out what instigated the experience, i walked back up to the field to re-attempt it. I did it again, and fell to my knees and began shaking involuntarily again. This time while i was watching my body from outside, i thought that i was a cat. I could hear an unbelievable amount of previously non-existent sounds and see the sounds being broadcast to my ears through waves. The effects again wore off in about 20 seconds, however i did once again forget my surroundings, what had just happened, and why i was on the ground. <br> <br> I told some of my friends and we agreed to try it again under the supervision of each other. I understand that what caused it was a lack of oxygen to the brain, but i still don't know if others have had the same kind of experience, if it can be dangerous, or why i reacted the way i did.<!-- 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: 2690</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 37,375</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2690&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2690&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), OBE (332) : Alone (16), 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="#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 --> All right, I just want to let you all know that I'm writing this to perhaps guide or inform those who are curious and thinking about doing acid. First off, I've done it on around 10 different occasions. I took one hit the first time and experienced mild euphoria as well as visual distortions, and the last time I did it I did four hits, the most I've ever taken. I consider myself to have a pretty good head on my shoulders, and to be of average intelligence. As other people on this web site have mentioned, LSD can and will make permanent, marked changes to your personality based on your dosage and set/setting. <br> <br> The main time-frame of my life that I want to write about is about a year and a half ago, the summer of 1999. I was working at a state park in Vermont and living with a friend of mine at my father's log cabin in southern Vermont. About half-way through the summer, we decided to ride down to Hartford, Connecticut, to a rock concert to pick up some acid. We found what we were looking for soon enough, and decided to purchase 20 hits. We took two that night and had a very introspective trip, but were in our own worlds more or less, lying on the couches and listening to classical music (which was incredible). Over the next three weeks we each finished our 10 hits. <br> <br> Now is the part that I really want people to listen to. Upon returning to school for fall semester, I was very paranoid and didn't feel like leaving my apartment at all. All my friends told me that I 'seemed distracted' or 'preoccupied' and I felt extreme difficulty interacting properly or in an acceptable manner. I just barely passed my classes that semester and then decided to take the next semester off to 'chill out' for awhile. During this hiatus from school, I decided, on my parents' advice as well, to see a psychiatrist. Well, after an hour session with this supposedly very experienced professional, I was told that I have schizophrenia. I've been on medication for it ever since, and have not touched psychedelics (except for some pot). I never really heard or hear any voices or anything like that, I just have a lot of the negative symptoms (which means that I lack some of the personality traits that I used to have). There really isn't much more to this story, it is just to let you know that even though I probably would have gotten schizophrenia anyway had I not taken the acid, the acid probably brought it out, and if you think that in any way you might be suspect for a mental illness, you should probably avoid this drug and maybe even mushrooms and pot. I hope that my relating this experience will help someone, and I'm not saying never do acid, but be aware that it is a very powerful drug and you have to know your limits.<!-- 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: 4542</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 4, 2001</td><td>Views: 36,696</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4542&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4542&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), 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">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <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 --> As I see some people might be interested in this, I thought I'd submit my experience in order to keep people from making the same mistake I did. <br> <br> I heard from several people that LSD could be administered through the eye and that the onset would be much quicker. I decided to give it a try but could not find any liquid LSD. Finally, I said screw it and decided to put a hit of blotter under my eyelid. The onset wasn't any faster than the oral route. A little bit after it had kicked in, I felt it come out of my eye and fall to the floor. I started to look for it but couldn't find it. <br> <br> I finally came down and was able to sleep. The next morning I woke up and noticed the hit was still in my eye. Of course, I took it out and went on with my business. <br> <br> It's been a few years since the experience now. Every two or three weeks, the area in my eye closest to my nose gets red and irritated. It was not until a couple years ago that I realized it was the same eye I put the hit in. I would blame it on impurities, but the acid was very clean. I never experienced any backache or cramps on it. Thank God I didn't repeat the experience.<!-- 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: 4581</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 4, 2001</td><td>Views: 62,941</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4581&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4581&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), Preparation / Recipes (30), 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">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> </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 --> Having LSD available to me for the first time, I immediately took four drops of the mint flavored liquid. I had tried a low dose of AMT before and about four days previously a dose (~45mg) of 2C-T-7, but was unable to break into the psychedelic region with either. <br> <br> My inhibitions rapidly dropped away, but I remained in complete control of myself mentally and physically (maybe it was weak acid or I was still somewhat tolerant from the 2C-T-7). Before long I found myself hitting (well, more accurately, politely asking for sexual favors) on a sober friend of mine (but not before calling my gf and asking if it was okay). Luckily, my friend is cool with that stuff and didn't read anything more into it than a compliment on attractiveness. <br> <br> Not too much later, someone brought out the nitrous. I took a ballon and entered the nitrous world, but with far more euphoria than I had ever experienced before. After a ballon, I would experience five minutes of bliss listening to music so distorted by my mind that it was really something else entirely (I refer to it as the nitrous song because every time, no matter what I listen to, it turns into the same thing). I started going through ballons like mad and ended up 'wasting' a great deal of my trip trying to work the stuck cracker. <br> <br> It was only later coming down that things got really interesting. Mostly down, I went to wander around outside in the dim predawn light. I ended up lying down next to a fountain and telling myself that, like the Buddha, I would not move until I experienced a revelation (I had been reading a lot about LSD and religious experiences). Trying to concentrate my mind on religious issues, I sat there for about 15 minutes. <br> <br> Then a bubble of realization appeared in my mind, telling me that I could not believe in God because my parents had divorced. God was the father and as I was raised by my mother, I could not trust that God would be there to take care of me. Right then I started believing in God with a great sense of relief and euphoria. I was completed because I could believe and trust in the goodness and purpose of the world. <br> <br> I got home and actually kneeled down and began to pray (for a longtime atheist, this was quite a change). <br> <br> Later I sobered up. I was still deeply affected by my experience, but I wasn't naive enough to actually believe in god. After all, even if the psychological cause of disbelief had to do with my parents, this didn't give me any reason to believe god existed. Moreover, I was not convinced this was the reason for my loss of faith. <br> <br> Psychedelics provide insight into the workings of our minds, but these insights can be traps for the unwary. Certainly god and my parents' divorce are important issues for me, but who can say how they relate or if they even do.<!-- 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: 4926</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 4, 2001</td><td>Views: 10,412</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4926&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4926&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">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> </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 --> to begin, i am a very experienced user of acid. i recreationally use lsd to explore other dimensions and secluded mindsets which i believe the brain hides because mankind isn't civilized enough to comprehend these thoughts and feelings. i dosed at approximately 11 am. at approximately 11:45 i began to feel the rising effects, slight disembodiment, confusion, trails, bright colors, etc. i had a sitter, also a very experienced tripper, and he was only baked. to make a very long and sensual trip into a beautiful universe short, the most vivid memory of the trip was the first valley after a frenzy. i looked at my hand because i was instructed to do so by a very bright, ambient color changing figure i later found to be my lava lamp, but as i opened my hand i felt a rush of perfection and i still to this day believe that what i felt and saw in my hand, was the entire universe expanding and showing me its secrets. each time i try to describe what i felt at that moment i almost cry. it is to this day the most beautiful thing i have ever felt. <br> <br> please know yourself enough to handle the drugs you choose. <br> <br> thanks for listening.<!-- 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: 4388</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 4, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,403</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4388&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4388&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">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">142 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> bold and sassy, this drug tap danced on my brain. <br> <br> last year at this time, my friends and i decided to take 'the plunge' with acid. i had smoked a considerable amount of weed by this time, and was very familiar with the effects of a 'high,' but many people glamorized this 'tripping' thing. <br> <br> i had a few offers to try it earlier, but in fear of losing my mind, i declined each time. also, i thought LSD was something similar to heroin, or coke or something, and all throughout elementary school and junior high i was told of the horrors of LSD and how it 'fries' your brain. <br> <br> eventually, i'd grown up and formed my own views, after indulging in several episodes of weed smoking. i got to college, and one lazy, boring, pot smoking night, a little spanish girl named natalie came to my dorm to ask my roommate if he wanted to buy acid. well, as it was, i had just gotten a considerable amount of money, and was keen to try something new and exciting. <br> <br> about 4 friends and i decided that we would all trip together, and go to a local 'hoppin' party. sounded good. <br> <br> so, natalie takes a pair of tweezers, and singles out two tiny yellow things from a pencil case, and places them in the palm of my hand. 'what the hell is this?' i asked. 'that's the acid, now where's my fourteen bucks?' i was very surprised at how small the hits were, but i'd never seen acid before, and had nothing to compare it to. <br> <br> my friends and i dropped the acid, then rushed to the store for orange juice, which makes you trip harder, or so they say. <br> <br> about 15 minutes later, after asking about a million times 'when will this kick in?', i had intense chills, very tickly, followed by intense episodes of laughter, which my friends got annoyed with, and tried putting their hands over my mouth saying, 'c'mon, keep your composure, what's the matter with you?!' <br> <br> i'd say that was the funnest part of the trip. <br> <br> then everything got really bright, and visually pulsating. out of nowhere, there were all of these visuals. i guess i noticed when i tried to focus on something, and saw how lucidly clear, yet backwards it was. when i would put my hand on something, it felt like it was moving. and everything just seemed very wavy. the mindset that went with it was very silly, like being 5 years old in a candy store, a tim burton-esque candy store. <br> <br> when i got back to the dorms, i found that my room looked like a disaster area. everything seemed so scattered, so i did the first thing i could think of...eat gummy bears. the gummy bears seemed all weird too, and i imagined that they were pissed at me for eating them, so i stopped. <br> <br> my friend kirk, who was very silly at this point, had caught himself up in the blinds on the window, and swore he was being attacked by an octopus. i vigorously tried to save him with an umbrella, and we pretended to be on a hollywood high-seas adventure, playing around like a bunch of children. it was lots of fun. <br> <br> after the peak, we decided to sit and play playstation in the dark. the characters in tekken seemed to speak in tongues, translated to: satan is going to come over with girl scout cookies, and pulverized us with one punch. <br> <br> we laughed and laughed for hours, as we tried to decipher the spanish channel. the sounds of foreign languages sounded hilarious! but then again, so did everything. <br> <br> as we came further down, we were very chill and complacent with everything around us, still thinking silly stuff, and still having visual distortions. <br> <br> sleep was not even a remote possibility. it seemed like bugs were crawling all over me when i tried to lie still under the blankets. <br> <br> my friends claimed to have been still getting visuals when they went to sleep, and they had no problems actually falling asleep. but i was antsy as hell for about 6 more hours. <br> <br> all in all, LSD was very fun, and something i would do again. it seems as though it discombobulates your mind, and puts it together at random throughout a trip, and if you have a fucked up mind, this may not be for you!! <br> <br> i've also heard that for some people DXM is stronger or equal to LSD. it's not as strong, or as visually interesting and spacy as LSD, at least not in my opinion. <br> <br> LSD was also my gateway drug to MDMA and mescaline, which led to some difficulty, so just be careful, okay, don't get wrapped up in tripping, it can be very costly.<!-- 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: 4026</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 4, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,017</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4026&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4026&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), First Times (2), 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">10 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+ 0:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> About a 2 months or so ago, I candy flipped (taking acid and exctasy, for those that don't know what it is) for the first time. The following is a report of what happened during the duration of the time I was on the drugs. <br> <br> I was home alone on a weekend and decided to go to a rave with a couple of my friends on Friday night. As we made our way to the party at around 10, we had to make a pit stop at a local dealer's house and get some acid. He had Tim Learys (sp?) so I bought a ten strip and proceeded to take the whole thing, and we were on our way. We got to the party about a half an hour later, and the effects from the acid were just kicking in, but not too heavily, so I decided to compliment the acid with some X, Dinos if I recall correctly, 2 tablets to be exact. About 5 minutes after taking the X, The acid really started kicking in. At first, it was a regular heavy trip, nothing too out of the norm. About 20 minutes later, however things took a change for the weirder. I was sitting on the ground staring at a wall, watching it wave and ripple, when one of my friends, who thought I was just rolling started to give me a backrub. Now usually, I don't like to be touched when I'm tripping, but this felt different. I was getting heavy visuals from the acid, but at the same time, I was feeling vibes off the X. I almost immediatly went into a state of extreme euphoria. Everything was so bright and cheerful, and I felt extremely full of positive energy and love. I'm usually an upbeat person, but this was beyond my limits. I prceeded to walk around for about 4 hours, although I'm not too sure how long because I had a time lapse, and just talk to people I wanted so much for everybody else to fell what I was feeling. I became really open with total strangers, and went around distributing hugs to everyone. The rest of the night was spent doing that. The next morning, after the x wore off, I tripped for about 9 more hours and finally, exhausted, fell asleep at around 5 o'clock p.m. saturday evening. <br> <br> The only side effects from candy flipping were I was gritting my teeth so hard that my jaw still hurt 2 days afterward, and for about a day and a half after, I couldn't eat anything. I tried to eat some fruit and I almost puked. Also, candy flipping is not for everyone. I have seen people freak out while doing it. I've candyflipped more times after that one and they vary in intensity, depending on what you take and how much you take. So, if you don't like really intense highs, don't candy flip. If you do, however, I suggest you try 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: 1252</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: Feb 16, 2001</td><td>Views: 33,232</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1252&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1252&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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">sublingual</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+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">sublingual</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">65 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have tried e twice now, and have found both experiences very rewarding and deeply moving. I wish to share both, one of which I am not too sure was real ecstasy (think so though), but may shed some light on the effects of pre-biased opinions to using ecstasy. <br> <br> The first time I tried it was with my best friend at a club in Byron Bay Australia (highly recomended for those into psychedelics). I had never taken any psychoactive apart from alcohol, but had read a great deal about ecstasy, so I was eager to give it a go. Understandably, I was also quite scared about the negative effects... Would there be some sort of strange chemical in the tablet that would turn me into a vegetable or even kill me? I convinced myself that I was paranoid and simply listening to the media's distorted views on illegal drugs, so I made up my mind that I was going to try MDMA once and see what happened. <br> <br> Finding a dealer wasn't hard at all. The story behind it is rather amusing actually. I was remarking on how rubbish the music was that we had listened to in the club the last night (I hated psi trance at the time). We stayed simply cause there was nothing better to do. Anyway, scribbled onto a wall was 'the car park is it', so I decided to correct the graffiti with and aptly placed 'sh' if you get my meaning. Well this guy comes round the corner and I ask him if he could read my masterpiece. Turns out he's one of the resident DJs at the club! Doh. Anyway we get talking and somehow we end up talking about e. He tells me that he's got some pretty potent stuff and we did the deal : Au$50 for a single pill! Actually my best bud paid for it, so If you're reading this dude - thanks! We split it down the middle. Later on that evening after a few rounds of tequila we stumbled off to the club laughing our heads off and in good spirits. <br> <br> A few minutes later I popped the pill into my mouth and kept it under my tongue as was recommended to me by some guy in a chat room. I hardly felt anything except for a feeling of indigestion, but I was having a ball dancing. I spoke to the dealer, and he was seemingly surprised. He gave me a free blotter of acid, and told me to see him again later if nothing happened. I tore it in half and gave half to my friend who was extremely apprehensive to taking LSD. I was too drunk to care, so I popped mine under my tongue again and waited for stars and stripes. Nothing. An hour later I felt that the music was becoming very intense and the lights where really bright. I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and I had eyes the size of dinner plates. About then the effects of the alcohol where obviously fading. I stopped making a jackass of myself, but started to enjoy the music more and more. I remember sitting down next to a strobe light and staring into it's flashes. I fell into a trance like state for about half an hour I think, and was shaken awake by my friend. <br> <br> We left soon after, but this is where the trip really began. We sat down next to an American backpacker surfer dude, and we just related like we where old friends. He was also Eing - heavily. I remember thinking to myself 'This is a really beautiful person, but he is hurting inside' Shaking his hand was an amazing sensation, I felt almost as if we were just projecting love and respect to each other. This must have lasted for 10 seconds, before he turned away and talked to some other people playing guitar along the road side at 4:00 am. My friend and I started talking about stuff that we'd never talked about. About how much we appreciated each other, and the frustrations of us both loosing our girlfriends recently. We really felt much better and hugged for the first time where we (or at least I) didn't feel uncomfortable with it. I felt as if something that I had needed to communicate for a while had been accomplished, and I felt so peaceful. <br> <br> We headed back to the apartment, where we overheard the neighbors doing it! We cracked up, but tried to conceal it. I couldn't sleep probably because of the LSD. By the way, I highly recommend candyflipping (E and acid together), but only do a small dose of acid as the stuff can ruin your night as well as make it. <br> <br> The second experience was 4 days ago at the Advent*jah (+-20000 people!) rave at the RNA show grounds in Brisbane Australia. GO TO THE NEXT ONE IF YOU CAN! I had arranged for a pill, but my buddy hadn't gotten back to me. When I got to the rave I started dancing to hard house immediately (Tidy Boys = very energetic dancing) I went totally berserk with my glowsticks, and was exhausted two hours later. My friends arrived an hour later, and we danced and chatted a bit. At around 3:30am I asked my bud if he had any extra e to sell me. He said that because he was in such a good mood that he'd share a half with me for free. It's pretty weird how I've never paid for e yet huh! It's a sign from God to Rock and Roll, well maybe just roll! The drug tasted even worse than before as it was in capsule form and the ground powder just stuck to the inside of my mouth no matter how much water I drank. Slowly I started coming up, and felt the cool morning air exhilarating to my skin. I also felt an intense excitement that I was going to have an incredible morning. And I was! I sat down and listened to Robert Miles do his thing on the turntables, and finally got up to dance when Ricemiester (a local legend!) stepped up to the booth. A few minutes later the drug was really taking effect, and I had the hugest cheesy grin on my face. I was so happy and kept smiling at everybody. I just completely ignored those that weren?t interested in being nice back, and felt like I was totally accepted by everybody there. I had this really amazing massage session with these folks from Singapore, something that I'm a little adverse to doing normally because of my stupid engrained slightly racist tendencies. I feel much more accepting of Asians even only four days later, and I will treasure that experience as a real building block to my social maturity and acceptance of others. The girl I gave a massage to showed me a tattoo in a rather erotic place, and while I was highly aroused, it was just another experience for me on e, and felt totally different to being turned on whilst off drugs. It was great though! <br> <br> Well I've written allot, and there are heaps of other amazing experiences I had and great people I met on those two evenings, much of which would never have happened if where not on e. Ecstasy has in two sessions made me a much kinder, humble and loving person, now that I realize how good it is to show true compassion and love for others. I've learnt that although it's true that one has to give to receive, it is far better and more rewarding to give than to receive. Ecstasy is a tool to discovering what true love is all about as well as a hell of a lot of fun! Use it carefully and it'll serve you well, but overdo it and it'll become blase` and dull like it has for my first friend. 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: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 4115</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 18, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,559</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4115&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4115&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) : Various (28), 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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> First, to give you a little background on myself; I am currently 16 years old. I have been experimenting with drugs for about 3 years. Started with marijuana (which has evolved into 3-4 times per week usage), a brief stint with any kind of painkillers/downers (Perkaset, vicodin), then in High School I was introduced to both LSD and Ecstasy. I had done E twice and LSDonce (both on their own) before the combination I'm about to explain to you. <br> <br> I had recieved the two hits a LSD from a close female friend who got them at a rave she had gone to. Ironically another friend also attended a rave, and had one E tab left, that she gave to me at the same time. So I took this as a sign (since i had always wanted to candy-flip), and decided to do both on a Friday night. <br> <br> I now look back on it as a bad decision, but I candy-flipped while going out with 3 of my male friends (I am a male, but am quite feminine) none of which had any acid or E experiences. <br> <br> I dropped one hit of the lsd at one friends house. We were waiting for our other friend with an automobile to arrive. It had been about 20-25 minutes since the ingestion, and my surroundings became extremely vivid, and everything became sharper. <br> <br> But once we got in the car and headed off, I dropped the other hit, and was bombarded with questions. I attempted to explain what I was feeling, but from what my friends told me, I wasn't making much sense. Driving in the dark was amazing. The road, and the scenery I could make out, dissolved into one big fantastic blur. Then the yellow lines on the road suddenly stuck out, and started dancing. Visually it was absolutely amazing. By now I was tripping pretty hard, and in trying to communicate, I was spitting out words that didn't make much sense. All of my friends thought this was amazingly funny, and laughed histerically. This brought a cloud of self-conciousness around me, and I stopped talking all together. Then my friends kept trying to scare me by yelling, and lighting a lighter by my foot. <br> <br> I was glad when we reached our destination, a Fred Meyer's where we were meeting a friend who was going to streak that night. It had been about 2 hours since my first acid hit, so I swallowed down the E-bomb. The inside of the store changed into a new and wierd world. During the 30 minutes we were inside, a figure (cleary an elf), continued to follow me. The 'elf' was nither threatening or comforting, just there. I was still unable to communicate, and still being made fun of. After constantly being made fun of for about 15 minutes, and seriously told my friends to stop it, I was getting scared. Even though they had never experienced it, they seemed to understand, and just became quiet. As they were waiting in line to pay, one of them set me up on a mechanical Donald Duck. As Donald swayed back in forth, I began to feel the E's physical sensation, and my body melted into a steady rythm, which I kept going even after the ride had stopped. <br> <br> By now the E's empathy, and social understanding kicked in. It was at this time people started emmitting, or vibrating colors. While strangers appeared alien, and no particular color, my friends distinctly gave off 'color vibrations'. Of my three amigos, two glowed in black, while the third was a mellow yellow. Searching the vast cosmos of my brain to understand why, I realized that black symbolized cruelty and a bad attitude. While the yellow symbolized the third friends, sort of neutral actions towards me. <br> <br> We then hooked up with are 'naturalist' friend. Ironically the streaker's girlfriend was the person who gave me the acid. Both my E and LSD experiences had taken place with her, and I was overjoyed when I found out she had accompanyed her boyfriend. As soon as she was informed I was candyflipping, she came over to me, and asked me what I was feeling, as she rubbed hands. She immediatly vibrated red and was warm to the touch. <br> <br> It was too early to streak, so they decided to go to a Burger King, and kill an hour. By now my mind was just totally blown, and I went along for the ride. I escaped from the 'bad vibe' car, and rode in the back seat with my wonderful female friend. The physical sensations of the E were pretty intense, and she rubbed my hand, and stroked my skin. I then realized how cold I had been all night, and her warm touch was much welcome. <br> <br> The hour we spent at Burger King was undescribable. Both substances seemed to be peaking, beautifully at the same time. I sat by my 'red' friend, and she continued to play with my sensitive skin. My whole body vibrated wonderful physical sensations, and colors swirled around the air. I sat in blissful silence for I don't know how long, with a smile imprinted on my face. Remembering they brought a video camera along, somebody broght it in. I was extremely fascinated by the camera. The lcd screen seemed like portal to a new world filled with vibrant colors. I would suggest a camera as a 'toy' for anyone candy-flipping. <br> <br> What happened next I can't really recall. The guy streaked, and I was waiting in the 'get away vehicle'. When it finally hit me what was going on, I couldn't stop laughing. The guy ran out of the store, hopped in the car, and we sped off. While it was a blur, I found it histerical. The two vehicles got seperated during the indecent exposure, and it took what seemed like an eternity to meet back up with the other car, and more importantly my female friend. <br> <br> When we finally did reunite, I had been clenching my jaw, so it was sore and I was thirsty. So with my friends in toe, I bravely walked into a Safeway. The bright white floors immediately took the shape of clouds. The other customers, and the loud speaker, talked in a unusually language made up of blips, bleeps, and echoes. I floated across the clouds, purchased my water and candy, and we all headed out to the parking lot. It was getting late, and everybody was talking about going home. While I was planning on spending the night at the driver's house, his parents were going to be home, and he was still 'black'. As luck would have it my female friend's parents were out of town, so I ended up crashing at her place. <br> <br> By the time we arrived at her house it was 1:30am, but she stayed up and comforted me during the beginning of my comedown, but eventually she fell asleep. She was a wonderful host as usual, and provided me with a big comforter, and soft pillows. After she entered the dream world, I relished in my soft bedding. I layed back and 'melted' into the comforter and pillows. I ended up not sleeping but maybe an hour that night. I passed time by meditating, and reflecting on my reality prior to this chemically-induced change in my surroundings. I also discovered a collection of 'Dr. Suess' books and slowly read all 15 of them. <br> <br> The greatest thing I got from this experience was a renouned appreciation for my close friend. That night, and since then I have noticed all the wonderful things she does for me. I took about 2 hours telling her this the next day, and since then we have a 'undescribably loving' relationship. <br> <br> I hope you found my description of the most wonderful feeling, somewhat entertaining. But at the least I hope you will learn from my mistakes, and candy-flip (even LSD, or E by respective selfs) with a close friend, who is both understanding and has your same outlook on life.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5317</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 25, 2001</td><td>Views: 29,171</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5317&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5317&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) : Various (28), Glowing Experiences (4), 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">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">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had recently been reading about LSD in books and on the internet and whatnot and I had been really thinking about doing it. During the week at school, my friends had told me that they were getting some sugar cubes for the weekend so they could candy-flip. I had done ecstasy before and had a good experience, but I didn't feel the need to candy flip, I just wanted to purely experience the acid. Friday came around, my friend's parents were gone on vacation in Mexico for the week so we had an open house for about the six of us to just chill. It was a good setting to be at and I was in a good relaxed mood. <br> <br> I decided to take my cube at 8 p.m. I just sat around watching television and talking to friends, waiting anxiously for it to kick in. It was my first time with LSD so I wasn't really sure what to expect. I had read many things about people having bad trips so I was a bit scared of that, but I had to just sit back and wait. Once 9 o'clock came around, things began feeling different. Colors seemed brighter and so did lights and especially bright neon colors just seemed to stick out more and amuse me. I sat at my friend's table in his kitchen, just staring at it, looking at the woodgrain which seemed to stick out alot. At times the woodgrain even seemed to wave a little and I was moving my hands over the grain, wiggling them very fast, amused with them. <br> <br> At about an hour and a half into it, we went in his basement and turned off the lights and put a Winamp visualization on the computer screen. It created all kinds of colors on there which we looked upon, telling each other what we saw. As my friend began mentioning Simpsons characters, I could just look into the screen and see the character he mentioned. I sat on a couch across from the computer and just stared at the ceiling for a while which was very entertaining, the patterning of it, the colors from the computer screen hitting it was unbelieveable at the time. After staring at the ceiling for quite some time, I went upstairs and looked out the window. It was a full moon that night and I was staring at his patio furniture which was reflecting the moonlight on it. I started to see the snow outside. It looked like his whole backyard was immersed in a light sheet of snow, and even the trees and his pool cover looked like a shiny sheet of ice with snow all around it. After seeing this, it really set into me that indeed I am on acid and that it is working. <br> <br> For a while after I sat and watched TV. I was so amused with it. A few friends who weren't tripping or on a drug were also with me watching it. I felt compelled to explain to them how great the TV was because you can watch it and on each station you flip to there are so many things to look at and enjoy, especially the stations with nice colors. As it approached 12, a few of my friends left who needed to be home and my friend's sister, whose house we were at, came home. She told him that their uncle was coming here to sleep and this totally freaked him out and the majority of us sleeping there. To avoid having to see his uncle, we all went down to the basement to sleep. <br> <br> While in the basement we just turned on some music and left all the lights off. I had brought my portable cd player with me and I decided I wanted to listen to some of my classic rock cd's I had with me. I put the headphones on and played the song Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix and then Darkside of the Moon by Pink Floyd. While in his dark basement, I just closed my eyes and immersed into the music. I let my mind wander to the furthest depths. Its really hard to explain and understand, but I was so far out of my mind while doing this, it was very strange. After the songs, I would have to do a reality check to bring myself back to the real world. This was probably the most interesting part of the acid experience for me. After doing that for a while, my friends who were all candy flipping and me, we stared at the lights on his cd player that seemed to form different shapes and wiggle around. <br> <br> We spent the rest of the night down there in the basement, listening and enjoying all sorts of music and looking at lights on his cd player and computer. Overall I enjoyed the experience, but I don't think it was a high dose of acid judging by the other stories I've read about people seeing walls and objects breathing, patterning of all kinds of objects, and the intense open eye visuals. But the mind confusion and 'out-there'ness of the experience leads me to believe I indeed experienced something. Also I'm really interested if anyone else has had an experience like this, possibly with a sugar cube too. Every story I have read on here has been with blotter or geltabs. Or if someone had a real intense trip with a sugar cube. <br> <br> [erowid note: sugar cubes of LSD are simply standard sugar cubes with a drop of 'liquid LSD' (LSD in solution, usually alcohol) on the cube. Sugar cubes can vary from extremely strong to mild and there's no way to know what strength it is without knowing how strong the drops were that were used on 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: 3736</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 14, 2001</td><td>Views: 14,471</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3736&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3736&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 --> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Recently, upon stumbling into the 'Ask Erowid' section, I found a question that had greatly concerned me last June up until recently. Does LSD and/or MDMA affect an unborn fetus? <br> <br> I suppose this could be listed under experiences or generally anywhere the question is concerned. <br> <br> In my conclusion, LSD and MDMA has not harmed my son in any way. Here is the story/description of what we discovered. <br> <br> We live in a mid sized city with just about nothing to do other than get drunk or experiment with friends....clubs are boring here and raves are horrible. My no fiance and I had rolled together for our first time the first weekend of February 2000 at a house party. We decided we wanted to the next weekend, but just the 2 of us together. That night turned into the first night we slept together and the start of that type of relationship. About a month later, we decided to do it again....just for the hell of it. Time goes on.....a week or so later, more X. It comes to the end of the month and I am informed that she has not had her period for the end of March. We were concerned thinking she might be pregnant and halted all drug activity. We waited 2 weeks and bought 2 different pregnancy tests....both came out negative. We were relieved. We go about our old ways again rolling now every weekend in April. the way we consumed it though, 5 apiece throughout the course of the night. 2 to start, 1 hour or so later....snorted 1...and based 1 in a bong or joint etc....Come mid april, we come across some acid. We have a night of just tripping....along with the following night. The next weekend, we decided to candyflip. <br> <br> Over the next week, I decided I was going to get set up as a dealer since we could get good cid in large quantities. I started with 10 100 hit viles per week. I always kept 1 for my personal use and sold out the remaining 9 in vile or on candy. Every weekend for the next 6 weeks, we were doing anywhere for 10-75 hits each. I would make 50 sweet tarts and take a fresh vile with me when we would trip. We would start out just squeezing sweet breath into our mouths and leave hardly anything in the bottom of the tube.....as normal nights would progress, we would eat sweet-tart after sweet tart until there were only 5-10 left in the baggy....on many nights.....we would eat our usual 5 hits of x each.....and on almost every night of the activities, a quarter ounce would be reduced to a nickel. <br> <br> What turned us after a while: <br> <br> We went on a vacation to Orlando....fun for about 5 days. On the last night there, we decided to go to Epcot while we rolled and tripped. We at about 10 sweet tarts each and started with the usual 2 rolls each....after firework and laser shows died down, we headed back to the room to smoke and finish the rolls. We crushed up 2 of them, snorted half of one each. We decided to go ahead and eat the other half. Old girl was afraid though...she started to say she had not been feeling well, but decided to push on anyway. She 'BC-powdered' the remaining half. Immediately upon swallowing it, she vomited profusely. we had never, ever vomited on a roll or cid before. this was our first sign of concern. <br> <br> On our drive back home, we didn't talk much about what happened the night before. By the time we got back to our town...we were ready to rest. We talked later in the evening and revealed that we were scared that she might actually be pregnant now....both of us in disbelief, but there wasn't much to it....we had the same rolls the week before....they were awesome. <br> <br> We tested the following saturday night. The results were positive on 2 tests. <br> <br> What more can we say....you think for the worst. <br> <br> We went to see a doctor specializing in high risk pregnancies. The first ultrasound was done. We had a boy....he was 13 weeks and 4 days old....active....healthy....and right on track. <br> <br> We decided against abortion despite all the risks. the months that ensued were wonderful. the due date, December 8, 2000. <br> <br> The night of November 26, 2000...labor begins....2 weeks early. We had not done any recreational drug together since the first ill fated night. <br> <br> Labor ensued for what seemed like weeks. Finally, at 2:30pm on November 27, 2000....we had our son, as healthy as could be. <br> <br> Now, he is 4 months old and 1 week....today on april 3, 2001. He is developing at an above normal rate. He has no health problems of any kind and he is the happiest baby we have ever seen....he can be crying for hunger, but as soon as he sees your face or hears your voice, he stops and smiles. <br> <br> I am NOT saying it is ok to do these activities during any stage of pregnancy. I am merely putting out a story telling all that our son was 100% healthy. PLEASE, don't abort any baby just because you may have rolled a couple times during the first trimester or tripped a time or two in the first few weeks. We probably had 70 hits of X and over 300 hits of cid in a few month period and we have a perfectly normal, if not above normal, healthy beautiful son. Also, neither of us are mentally insane from that much acid. Neither of us have experienced a flashback either. <br> <br> We have rolled 3 or 4 times now that the pregnancy is over and I have tripped once. We are much more conservative now and can appreciate life to the fullest. <br> <br> -mike<!-- 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: 6025</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 26,547</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6025&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6025&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) : Pregnancy / Baby (33), 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">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>(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">185 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> 10 of us, all young men ranging from 17 to 19 decided to pitch a tent in a small nature preserve, set like an island in the middle of inner-city life. This island served as a great source for experimentation of all kinds and a place to commune with nature. It also made for a fairly safe place for a first acid experience. As I think back to it as a man in his 40's I gain new insights all the time. It was an experience I will never forget or regret. <br> <br> We pitched the tent and started a fire and dropped. My dose was 1/2 tab orange sunshine( a saccarine sized barrel of orange color). $3.00 a hit. The only other things with us where a radio and a pack of cards. We sat inside the tent at dusk and began to attempt to play cards waiting for it to kick in. There where 2 of us who had tripped once or twice before..the other 8 first timers. I remember Dave one of the 'experienced' one's saying things like ' Whats the matter? Are you f**ked up' purposely making his voice sound like a slowed down tape. Everyone laughed at that. The funny thing was...his voice still sounded like that after he had begun a normal discussion with his normal voice. The climb to the peak had begun for me. After a few tries, we all realized playing cards was not an option because the numbers and suits where indecipherable we began flinging cards at each other acrossed the tent, watching the trails and laughing hysterically. <br> <br> I fell back trying to duck a card and felt my head hit the radio. Ouch! I sat back up, put my hand to my head and then looked at it. Blood! I started freaking out 'My heads bleeding' I shouted. Everyone looked quickly at me in horror. I was staring at my hand that was full of crimson wetness that oozed around as though it was alive and I felt a sense of panic growing. A voice( not sure who's) said laughing 'your not bleeding!'. The blood in my hand faded away and so did the pain in my head. I wasnt. Few! This instance however..set the tone for my complete trip as I got this notion of how vulnerable we all where now. For the rest of the night I was like everyones mother which I'm sure was a drag for everyone else. ' Be careful! Don't do this! Don't do that!' My consern grew worse as a few decided to run out on the major highway, laydown in the middle and wait for cars...then jump up and run! I was freaking on that enough where they stopped, after calling me some choice expletives. Maybe I saved a life? Who knows? :) <br> <br> A curious thing happened that I do remember. Because of the close proximity we all had inside this tent/cocoon we all experience pretty much the same trip..purely by a verbal cue from someone else. ' Look! He has an eye in his forehead' as we all ooohed and aaahed at the same sight. Another was the power of the sense of smell. David was sitting in the middle of the tent..lighting matches and looking at them until they burned out and then lighting more. The smell of sulfur permeated the tent air. I shouted ' Don't do that you'll start the tent on fire!' As I was finshing that thought/sentence an orange glow lit up the outside of the tent and I heard what sounded like flames burning and crackling wood. We where surrounded by fire! I thought. Another tripper stuck his head out of the flap after I shouted ' The woods are on fire'! He looked around outside, stuck his head back in with a goofy grin and said ' No its not'. Instantly the glow and noise stopped. It was a long strange trip that night...I could be keep writting...but I dont want to take up to much space. Laughing leaves, primitive chants around the campfire, crumbling glass like leaves in my hand, pulling space bugs from my mouth, incredible fractal images and colors etc. It was all mind opening and altering...and def scary. But not enough to scare me from tripping again. The first time though was the most intense and memorable of all trips.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1974</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6213</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 13, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,706</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6213&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6213&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), Glowing Experiences (4), 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=62"><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">38 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ct7/">2C-T-7</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I woke up fresh at 7:30AM on a Monday morning, my last free day before I returned to school, in order to consume 38mg of 2-ct7. I took the drug on an empty stomach. <br> <br> 8:30am - No effect <br> <br> 9:00am - I am beginning to feel a strange nausea; not like I am going to throw up, but as if my stomach is wiggling. <br> <br> 9:30am - I am beginning to feel negative. The physical effects, specifically the stomach discomfort, are beginning to make me second-guess my dosage level. I decide to lay down on my bed with my calico cat, but not before cranking the heat up to 75. I am cold. Sonora is helping me relax, and I begin flipping channels on the TV. <br> <br> 10:00am - My negative energy is being slowly replaced by elation. Television begins becoming extremely comical, so ridiculous that Bob Barker is absolutely the most hilarious person on television. The Price is Right does not seem real. I watched TV for another thirty minutes, changing channels incessantly. I was able to criticize and laugh at each program quickly, and my imagination was running rampant. <br> <br> 11:00am - I begin wandering the house in my underwear. Thoughts are coming quickly, but in a friendly manner. The house is warm, and it is raining outdoors. Strangely, I feel utterly un-sexual on this drug. I am spending way too much time viewing the human race objectively, as just another animal species to even dream of lust. <br> <br> Noon - I hop online briefly to talk to some friends. I feel very social, though I am more than content to experience this trip alone. Having so much fun on a psychedelic, I convince a friend of mine to come over and dose himself with some LSD. <br> <br> 12:30pm - I expected massive visuals by now, but I really am not getting much other than color enhancement, some typical light swirling of patterns and some breathing effects. This is very mild. I keep forgetting I'm on 2-ct7 and not acid. Oh, LSD, sounds like a good idea! My friend arrives, we chat briefly, and he?s off on his own journey. I decide to take a hit myself in order to boost my experience. <br> <br> 1:15pm - I am walking around naked in my backyard. Although it is drizzling lightly, I am not bothered. My garden is saturated, and looks absolutely gorgeous. I am beginning to feel the acid synergize nicely with the 2-ct7. Still only mild visuals, though an exciting thought process. I spend some time in mirror making faces and laughing. <br> <br> 2:30pm - I get a call inviting me over to a good friend's home. He picks me up, and upon arrival I began dancing around like an idiot, parodying bad rave tricks and moves. My friend's house is a mansion filled with beautiful Indian designs and Eastern themes. The combination is thoroughly enjoyable, and I am not out of control in the least bit. <br> <br> 3:30pm - More friends arrive, and I am beginning to feel the 2-ct7 drop in intensity by a large magnitude. Additionally, I am beginning to feel a harsh, grinding headache. Finally I figured out I hadn't drank water all day long, and after a couple liters I was back in perfect shape. <br> <br> The experience began to trail off, becoming more about the social interaction between myself and my friends rather than a psychedelic trip. I suppose I am not very sensitive to 2-ct7, because from what I've read it is supposed to be extremely visual at this dosage, and I would expect even more so combined with LSD. However, I guess this is an excellent example of how every person is different, and how greatly sensitivity varies. <br> <br> Fun!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6300</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 17, 2001</td><td>Views: 16,505</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6300&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6300&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">2C-T-7 (54), LSD (2) : Various (28), 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">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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> About a week after Christmas break, a friend of mine gave me 2 hits of acid left over from New Year's Eve because I had given him some codeine. I had fried twice before and had done plenty of research on acid so I was somewhat familiar with what I was getting myself into. My second trip involved me feeling so depressed and lonely that I wanted to kill myself. I was alone at that time, so I made sure that I would always be around someone for this trip. <br> <br> I took the first hit around 6:45 pm that Friday. After about 45 minutes I felt kind of giddy but I wasn't getting any visuals. I went with a couple friends to get something to eat. At this point I noticed that colors were getting brighter. Knowing that this acid was old, I decided to take the second hit around 8 pm. I went in another friend's room and listened to Tool. I love listening to music when I fry. It feels like I am part of the music and it defines everything I do and think. I started to get the typical colors forming on walls and peoples' faces starting to look weird. <br> <br> I went with my friend to a frat house so he could get drunk for his birthday. We stayed there for about 3 hours. I had some cool visuals. We went back to the dorm around 12:30 am. When we got inside the dorm I felt like I was in a video game. Everything looked bright and artificial. I had auditory hallucinations and all the sounds sounded like they were in surround sound. <br> <br> Then I went up to my floor and went to the room next to mine and talked to a few friends who were hanging out. We started talking about acid and one stupid guy says 'You realize you can get permafry from one hit of acid, right?' That officially ended my good trip. After that I started getting scared that I was never going to come down. I walked to another friend's room who had experience with acid and I knew he would be a good person to talk to. <br> <br> I felt terrible. I was extremely scared. I thought I was going crazy and would never be sane again. The worst part was that I coulnd't communicate to others how scared I was. The knew I was on a bad trip but they didn't know how bad it was. I went outside with some guy to smoke a cigarette. He had fried many times, so he tried to calm me down. He talked about what he liked to do when he was frying. It helped a little. I looked over at the snow and it was a pale yellow color and it started running around on the ground. I felt like I was peaking again. <br> <br> I went up to this guy's room. He gave me a blowpop which was very fun to chew on because of all the tension in my jaw, but I was still scared shitless. I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest. I asked the guy if I would be able to go to the hospital without getting in trouble with the cops. I thought about how my life would be if I never came down and how my family and friends would react. My mind was racing so fast, but it was the same cycle of thoughts over and over. I could not get my heart to stop pounding. I was panicking. I felt like I was living a thousand eternities every second and in every eternity I died and was reborn. Thats as close as I can get to describing how I felt. I knew that if I could fall asleep I would hopefully be able to sleep until I had come down. But every time I closed my eyes I felt like I was sinking into the floor. That wasn't scary but it was annoying and kept me from sleeping. I call this the scariest three hours of my life because I have never been as scared as I was between 1 and 4 am that morning. <br> <br> Knowing I wasn't going to sleep I just started walking around. I had calmed down a little by this point, but I was still kinda scared. I walked around drinking water and pissing, looking at things on the wall, looking out windows. The sun came up and I was still walking around. I went outside and walked around. Finally around 8 am, I went up to my room and went to sleep. <br> <br> I woke up three hours later. I still felt a little bit of the effects. I felt like I had died and been born again. I walked outside and the air tingled on my skin. The sound of cars driving by was incredible. Everything felt so fresh and alive. I still had difficulty thinking straight, but by that night I could think fine again. <br> <br> If anything, this experience taught me that maybe acid is not the drug for me. I like frying and think it is very fun, but I seem to end up having bad experiences. I naturally have an anxiety-prone mind. Maybe that has something to do with it. If I ever drop again, it probably won't be for at least a year, that is if I ever do it again. Acid is a very powerful drug that really fucks up your mind. It even has the potential to make permanent changes in someone who takes it. Anyone considering dropping needs to realize this and know what they are getting themselves into.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5646</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 27, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,043</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5646&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5646&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></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">  glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/kava/">Kava</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">220 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Initial intent of this mixture was for Kava to provide a backer to the LSD experience, not dissimilar to the use of other anti-anxiety drugs such as Xanax. This chemical excursion turned out quite surprisingly different from expectations. It appears there is a quite strong synergy between kava lactones and lysergic acid diethylamide. Instead of an expected sedative action which kava is know for this mixture turned out to be quite euphoric - touted by the tripper as 'kavaflipping'. <br> <br> As soon as the shake was ingested - right before the peak action of LSD - intense feelings of euphoria and well being manifested. It appears that LSD acted as a psychological magnifying glass, greatly enhancing the euphoric feeling of Kava. The drawback to this mixture is increased anxiety in the LSD comedown phase. Please be advised that LSD is a controlled and dangerous substance. <br> <br> Keep in mind that there are many contraindications for both LSD, as well as Kava ingestion. Also, the pharmacology of LSD/Kavalactone interaction is not known, so be aware of the fact that you are treading on an uncharted territory. As to possible causes for such a synergy between those <br> substances research points to the fact that certain kavalactones exhibit some pharmacological action on the serotonin circuitry, besides the well known GABA receptor activity. This could very well explain the effect described in this report.<!-- 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: 6368</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 2, 2001</td><td>Views: 29,173</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6368&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6368&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Kava (30), LSD (2) : 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">250 ug</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 --> <br> We entered the park at about 11am, and, against our better judgement, we decided to drop the acid before we had found a suitable place to settle down. On our expedition to find a place to settle, we foolishly located a serene spot in a field of cows. I noticed the cows started to approach us, so we quickly made our departure into the next field. In this adjacent field, we set up the groundsheet and blanket that was going to be our home for the next 5-6 hours. This seemed like it was the perfect spot to be as we approached the event which would confirm the potency of the acid for sure - those first distortions in our vision. <br> <br> The next half an hour or so seemed to go quite slowly. We talked to each other as we felt the acid coming on. It was a beautiful summer day, and we chose to lie on our backs and stare at the sky. As we stared, we talked some more. I watched the clouds move across the sky, the patterns they made reminded me of steam rising into your face as you look down into a boiling kettle from a height. This, it suddenly occurred to me, was not actually happening! Clouds, in my experience, could never move with such ferocity and volatility - there was another force at work here, the acid. 'Shit, look at the clouds!' I said to my friends, as the 3 of us stared. I decided that now would be a good time to close my eyes, and observe the patterns on the inside of my eyelids. I noticed a kind of binding pattern to the vision; concentric hexagonal ripples, emanating from the focus of my vision, flowing, distorting everything I saw. I opened my eyes again, and noticed that the pattern remained there, superimposed onto everything I looked at. <br> <br> At once, it began to rain. Just a slight shower, but what an incredible experience! I was on my back, staring straight up into the sky, with the rain falling around me! I saw tracers on each raindrop, creating a kind of random 'tunnel' around me, stretching off into the clouds. I opened my mouth to taste the rain. It jostled and sparked in my mouth, all at once sweet, salty, bitter and sour. I was overcome by the sensory information being transmitted to my brain by my tastebuds. The rain stopped as quickly as it had begun, and we all decided to roll over and look at the world. <br> <br> I stared at the blanket. Those checks on it, squares of cream separated by strands of dark red and brown, seemed to somehow become free of their surrounding squares and not be part of the blanket as a whole, but separate entities in their own right. They distorted somewhat, and the blanket, when I looked at it as a whole, waved up and down at me, seemingly about to take off from the ground. <br> <br> The hairs on the backs of my arms suddenly leapt into life, thrusting themselves upon my consciousness, growing, changing.... I felt strange as a result of this, because it was me that was changing also, not just the surroundings. I decided not to look at my arm anymore, and made a decision to save the spiritual experience until later on in the trip. <br> <br> Suddenly, my friend said, 'Look at this!!' - he had found a tiny, green insect making its way across his arm! It wasn’t making much headway, the hairs seemed too much of an obstacle for it. We collectively realised that we had experienced a unique insight into the world of that insect...its struggles seemed as insignificant to us as our own struggles throughout our own lives! I became aware that I was being shown something, something new, a new truth was making itself gently known to me. <br> <br> I looked around me, at the field. The panorama of looking at the grass from a low angle was breathtaking. It was as though things close up were moving very slightly, not much at all, things in the middle-distance were moving on a kind of light, waving level, and the trees in the far distance were contorting out of all proportion, almost unrecognisable in their waving, flowing appearance. They looked alive to me, not as 'trees' but as actual beings, full of life. I said to my friends: 'I’d love to be a tree - pure being, no attachments, no complications.' I still mean this now. I looked at the bushes. They were glowing with life, and colour. I went 'into' the bushes, and came out again. <br> <br> One of my friends decided to stand up, to see what it was like. I joined him in this venture, and we were blown away by the experience of walking around in this state, like it was a totally novel act! We strayed from our blanket acid-home, but were drawn back towards it by some mysterious force: a binding visual field surrounding that place, I wasn’t sure what it was. The more I strayed, the weaker it got, and the nearer I got to that place, the stronger it got, like a mist in the air of pure colour and life. I decided to try to pin-point the source of it. I walked around, and homed in on an object...what was this? It was seemingly the source of the visions. I laughed in pure elation when I realised what it was: a small black tape recorder! It wasn’t a visual field after all! It was a sound field, of simple oriental music, transfiguring my world. <br> <br> I wondered what it would be like if I stopped the tape. But when I did, I felt cold, like something was missing, and one of my companions said, 'Hey, I was enjoying that!' so I resumed the tape. We stood there, slowly walking around in this new world. One of my companions asked me a question: 'Are you there?' It was as simple as that. Was I there? 'Yes,' I replied. We were all in that other place, a new realm of experience. Shit, yes, I was there! <br> <br> One of my companions remarked, 'I feel like dancing!' He danced around a bit, and actually removed his t-shirt and began to wave it around. I began to feel restless. I kicked off my shoes, in an attempt to make myself feel more comfortable. I felt like I should do something, like this was too precious an experience to waste. I made continual suggestions to my friends as to what we should do: 'Let’s go and look at the cows' or 'Let’s jump up and down.' I think this was an attempt to make the experience more memorable - because I would have memories of actually doing things on acid, as opposed to just recollections of feelings. It made sense to me at the time...until a friend said to me, 'You say 'let’s do things,' but you are already doing it!' 'Yes!!' came my response. I was already doing it! Nonetheless, I picked up the orange which my friend had brought with him. I began to peel it, and the smell was incredible. I ate some of it, but it didn’t seem right that I should be hiding this from my eyes by swallowing it, so I held it for a short time. Then I decided to throw the orange. It glided through the air - leaving a sparkling train behind it, like a rainbow. <br> <br> By this time, the hallucinations were becoming more and more intense. The 'pattern' was everywhere I looked, overtaking my normal vision, distorting everything beyond recognition. I fell into a deep state of understanding, like I now knew what the psychedelic experience was about, and that I would be changed by it forever. I had abandoned any sense of verbal concept - my wish to conceptualise/verbalise had disappeared earlier on in the trip, following the suggestion of a friend that there should be no talking for a period in the trip. I felt like I understood some Ultimate Truth, the truth at the head of all other truths, from which everything else is stemmed. My thoughts at the time were, 'This must be God, in the form of the Holy Spirit, what else could it be?' And this, I think, was the crucial point in the trip: the realisation that if 'God' could be bought in the form of a drug, how could 'God' exist in any external form? My belief in God was shattered! I didn’t feel bad about it, I felt like I truly understood the foundations of theology and religion. I had experienced what Saint John had experienced in the Book of Revelation, but he had been unable to interpret it correctly...an experience which was completely mind-blowing. <br> <br> My visions had a central focus, which seemed to take on the appearance of anything which I thought about at the time. I could see my thoughts - they were taking a visual form in front of my eyes. I don’t know whether my eyes were open or closed at that time, but I don’t believe it would have mattered that much anyway. Now the only sense I had was a sense of my own thoughts. Cogito ergo sum - I think, therefore I am. Suddenly, I got a glimpse of something which shocked me to the point of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Whilst Cartesian reasoning led me to think about myself, suddenly I felt all images of 'self' or 'ego' beginning to seem like they were no more real than the concepts of 'God' or 'Time.' I had no sense of individuality. I am unable to describe this state any more than this, but I can refer to the Tibetan Book of the Dead and use Buddhist terms to describe my experience: an ego-loss state, a state of non-game ecstasy, the Clear Light. <br> <br> No sooner had it appeared than it disappeared. I felt a bit shaken by what I had experienced. Suddenly, the 'game reality' came flooding back, and I realised that my surroundings had changed profoundly since the start of the trip. It was now pouring rain, and all my stuff had got pretty wet. I had lost my glasses; my shoes, when located were full of rain-water. I realised that I had been walking around in circles, confused. I had no sense of time, and I felt like something was wrong. I could no longer recall the experiences which I had just been blessed with. I felt like we should go somewhere, but this time to get out of the field - what I imagined to be the source of the 'badness.' My friends were sitting under the groundsheet, sheltered from the rain. I looked at them, and realised that I had been completely into another world! I just thought 'fuck it, no point fighting it,' and through mental exhaustion, I fell to the ground, face first, into the mud. Actually, it wasn’t as bad as all that. When I decided that it should be OK to look now, I propped up my head with my hands. <br> <br> The rain had stopped, and the sun was brilliant in the sky. My friend was reading from the Tibetan Book of the Dead, and he kept saying how it made perfect sense to him, but I felt uninterested. I couldn’t remember the experience. My friends said, 'Before you couldn’t say enough about the experience, and now you won’t say anything!' I told them that I couldn’t remember the trip. <br> <br> Actually, I could remember the events that took place, but many months later I did acid again and I was reminded of the experience again! The sight of the pattern suddenly brought back much of the trip, and this is how I am able to relate this experience with you. <br> <br> I hope you found this interesting....<!-- 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: 1382</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 11, 2001</td><td>Views: 16,300</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1382&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1382&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), Mystical Experiences (9), 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">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I know that many of you have read a lot of crap and propaganda about LSD, and I want you to know right off that I am NO EXPERT. I am just trying to tell you what I have experienced. <br> <br> Late last year, I think in september, I used LSD for the first, and as of now, the last time. I dropped one tab with a friend of mine (who had dropped before), around 3 PM, (my first mistake, it was to late in the day). We had smoked up first, so for a while I wasn't really sure if I was high or tripping... (I didn't know if it had kicked in yet). After a while though, like 45 minutes, it became apparent that I was. I started to get really anxious, and I started to feel very strange. I asked my friend how he was feeling, and he told me that it was kicking in for him to. I glanced over at a clock, it was around 4. For what seemed like three hours, we just sat there, laughing at things... the most normal things seemed to me like the strangest, and everything made me laugh. I looked over at the clock again... it had been like 2 minutes. <br> <br> My friend and I just kinda sat around in my basement laughing at stuff for like 4 hours... and then he went home, around 8. <br> <br> I assumed that once I was alone, it would be more fun, and that I would be able to really let loose. BIG MISTAKE. It was my first time tripping, as I noted above, and I didn't know what I was getting myself into. To make a long story short, my trip became the trip from hell, I was scared out of my mind. However, the trip itself is NOT the important part. The important part of what I have to say comes after the trip. <br> <br> Now before I continue I should mention that I am OCD, because that I think is relivent to what I am about to tell you. <br> <br> About two months after my trip... Yes, it took me that long to figure this out... I began to notice that things were different then before... only I had the hardest time remembering if they happened before the trip, (which I doubt now). I was still having visuals! (and I still to this day am having visuals) Lots of the effects NEVER wentaway. Now I am not talking flashbacks, I am talking 24/7 from after my trip to present day. These effects are not as strong as on my trip, but they are apparent. <br> <br> I went to a doctor recently... a psychiatrist... (I cant spell for my life). She looked up in once of her books, and found some disorder... a VERY RARE occurance, of LSD users who apparently suffered similar side effects. She noted that people who already have disorders such as OCD or schizophrenia or other also, have a greatly increased risk... anyways thats what she told me. <br> <br> I dont know what this means, because I havn't learned all this crap that she has and maybe some of you have. All I know is that I tripped, and my trip never stopped. Maybe OCD contributed... I dont know for sure. However I havn't been able to find much about what I just told you about anywhere on the web, so I thought I would try and post it on Erowid and see if anything positive comes of it. <br> <br> I sincerely hope this helps somebody... in some way. <br> - Zbt. <br> <br> [erowid note: It sounds like he's referring to <a href="http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/lsd/lsd_health2.shtml">Hallucinogen Persisting Perceptual Disorder</a> an uncommon, but not unique, side effect in some people. For more about HPPD, check out <a href="http://www.hppdonline.com/">HPPD Online</a>.]<!-- 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: 6823</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 15, 2001</td><td>Views: 35,785</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6823&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6823&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Health Problems (27), 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">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My friend and I consider ourselves experienced trippers to some degree or another, even spiritual if you will. We often would sit in my well designed basement bedroom, 'the acid room,' and trip for hours on end listening to goa. This is a most stimulating experience in itself, to listen to one of the most auditorily challenging music styles on the planet. This isn't any kind of techno, however; it is a very spiritual and influencing sound. <br> <br> One day I decided to indulge on my own, which I really do enjoy at times. I took 2 blotters, which I secured from a rave a few day earlier. The acid began to take effect and let down its unrelenting power upon my willful mind. General color pattern changes and breathing and molding occured. I sat and watched a candle move around for quite a while. <br> <br> I proceeded then in my peak to smoke a bowl or two of some good commercial and increase the auditory stimulation and reception of my mind. So there I lay on my couch between 4 three-foot three-way speakers and two tweeters, which created an enviroment with awesome surround sound. All was normal until the weed kicked in. Directly across from me there was a black light illuminating the room and lighting a Hebrew eye chart across from me and a few irridescent things in that area of the room. To give a short idea of what this room looks like, imagine half of a normal sized basement, a speaker in every corner, and on both concrete walls there were complete black light hand paintings I did that have UNINTENTIONAL 'hidden pictures' in them, which my friend pointed out for me. One is quite impressive, it's a lake reflecting green hills and a mountain of volcanoes and it looks real only under the black light (painted in white light, mind you). <br> <br> So here I was in the center of this room staring at the wall with my favorite techno dj tape on (dan efex:protocols) and the moment it started I felt as though I was being pulled further and further away. When I finally looked at what I was seeing, I realized I was looking out of my face as if I was seeing through the holes of my eyes, nose and mouth. Eventually I was no longer there at all. The experience itself remains somewhat of a mystery, but I do know that I attained knowledge, memories and life experiences of someone else which I knew of when it happened but the setting of this out of body experience was completely foreign to me, out of this world. I highly recommend to all those people out there who are into experience, find Hallucinogen:the lone deranger, or something known as GOA trance, and take a listen while in a good LSD/marijuana state and you will understand what I mean. Salvia is next on my list so expect to hear from me again.<!-- 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: 1384</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 15, 2001</td><td>Views: 26,874</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1384&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1384&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), OBE (332) : Alone (16), 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">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> <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 decided to go to a rave this last weekend in New Haven, CT, in probably the largest venue I had seen a techno party anywhere, at the New Haven Colliseum. I had been in the techno scene a few years back but kinda got jaded from the commercialism and the lack of PLUR and bad vibes that had begun to develop in the US techno scene these last few years. however, I had never done acid at a techno party and had decided that I would give it a try, as I had grown into different interest, particularly tribal and goa trance. <br> <br> So I went to the rave rather late and dropped 4 hits of very clean acid, found a good spot on the huge dance floor, and began dancing along to the various trances and breakbeats. <br> <br> I started seeing the typical illumination effects on clarity that I had long been accustomed to, as the colors became clearer and the sounds played with my aural senses, tickling them in delightful but familiar ways. In many ways, it felt like rolling on ecstasy, with the heightened awareness and the beauty of the scene. <br> <br> but, about an ahour and a half into the event, I noticed a very harsh, very beautiful change in gears. In many ways, it was overwhelming, and at times, quite frightful, particularly during the darker trance tunes. I was intoxicated by the beauty of the acid moment, without the sugar-coated overtones of ecstasy's more appealing but less powerful vibe. At times, the room became a huge serpent, with tribal dancers riding this huge snake in cathartic rhythms of primal angst and beauty; at other times, the room soared to heights of beauty that I cannot begin to describe, reaching spiritual if not religious heights of ecstasy and harmony, as dancers probed their deepest machinery to forge a cacophony of symbiotic magic, each feeding off each other's pure energy and giving of themselves to this higher consciousness that the whole room had achieved. <br> <br> I cannot begin to describe the overshelming nature of the rhythms on my sense of perception and self, as I had become but a small part of a larger organism, locking into the various waves of harmonic existence with the various other dancers who drew higher strength from a communal language. I am reminded of Jung's descriptions of archetypal communion inherent in every human's collective unconscious, as shapes and forms shifted from goblins to angels to the epitome of devils themselves....and yet, throughout this planescape of imagery and feelings, there was always the inherent feeling that it was all a great and beautiful part of the whole, and within this, all I can say was that it was a strange and beautiful trip, something I would love to do again, and yet, only because it reveals the beauty and horrors of this primal nature, of unimaginable strength and candor, without the candy-coating that other ravers may seek.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 7273</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 6, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,551</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7273&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7273&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), Music Discussion (22), General (1), 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">  </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/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The last time I took LSD (which was about 3 years ago), I took a 'token' mushroom cap I had been saving, crushed it up and smoked it for symbolic purposes. It was a gesture. I thought it would simply do nothing. Although I wasn't fully 'up' on the LSD, the smoked shroom kicked in in about 3 minutes and *rocked* me. There were all kinds of silken mists swirling about my head and face, I was very disoriented, and I was sure that the radio was speaking to me in tounges. Very bizarre perceptual shift - I had spent most of the morning painting and happily meditating. This was off into Toon Town. It actually freaked me out quite a bit. It passed in about 10 minutes, leaving me still buzzing on LSD, but confused as to what had actually happened.<!-- 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: 7330</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 8, 2001</td><td>Views: 29,843</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7330&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7330&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) : 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><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=16"><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 --> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> One would hope that readers are familiar with the cautionary requirements of dicking around with ones <a href="http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/maois">MOAI's</a> in combination with centrally active compounds. <br> <br> I've had my share of scare's... pumping veins and all. Personally I havn't found very many aplications for the betacarbolines that I continue to use aside from the traditional oral tryptamine (dmt, 5meo, dpt) huasca activation. The one harmala combination that I have yet to try and would like too is mescaline. This combo makes sense, since a large amount of mescaline is usually required and it has been fairly widely reported as being a positive potentiation. Combinations with mdma and other stimulating compounds seem quite ludicrous to me. <br> <br> The obscure rue combinations known to me are: <br> <br> with shrums: defintitely intense on the body at high dosage levels, qualitatively different trip. <br> <br> with 2cb: heard several negative reports, too much physical activation/headache <br> <br> with mescaline: many positives, a few neggies <br> <br> with LSD: several positive reports. provides a more earthy grounded feeling. <br> <br> with DPT: works well huasca style, be very careful with the dosage. Comments from a friend: 'Instead of 100-200 mg oral only 30-80 are needed. <br> Also the oral DPT bodyload was greatly reduced.' <br> <br> with 5meODMT: increases effects, some report worrisome physical symptoms <br> <br> with Psilocybin: Many people report positive work with this, but can increase darkside and increase length, intensity, bodyload<!-- 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: 7429</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, 2001</td><td>Views: 29,158</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7429&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7429&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Syrian Rue (45), 2C-B (52), DPT (21), LSD (2), Mescaline (36), 5-MeO-DMT (58) : 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">4 bowls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.6667 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>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.6667 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>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 lines</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>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> </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 --> Felt the need to get this off my chest since it happened, it was the most profound emotional experience in my life... <br> <br> Decided to go to my first rave at 10pm at night with a friend. Grab my 1/4 of bud(shwag) and my steam roller hopped in the car with my friend. We rolled down all the windows since I wanted to smoke and he was driving...4 bowls and 26 minutes later we're sitting in the parking lot of the rave..friend went to find his contact, so I sat in the car smoked two more bowls... <br> <br> I was smoking so much because I have an aversion to people and that particular weekend is a major downer in my life. So it was to loosen me up. My friend comes back, and I'm three quarters out of it and hands me three buddas. He says chew one up then take another one in bout an hour and a half then the next three hours after that. I chew one up and swallow...ick tasted like ass. I take the other two put them between my drivers license and my Health benifits card and crush them....As I'm pouring them into a cracky sack he tells me that's not a good idea to be nursing the cracky sack all night...I don't listen......We get out of the car and walk to the front door....I can see the edginess in his eyes on whether or not I'm going to be able to go through the stupid human tricks security puts us through... He doesn't know how skilled I've become at pretending I know what's going on around me. The trick is not to pay attention to everything but to ignore 90% of everything around you! <br> <br> Pay my entrance fee, and follow him out to the dance floor...good thing I brought my sweat shirt...my friend disapeared. Started watching the lights...the lasers were beautiful. I noticed that I was standing in the middle of the dance floor staring at nothing...better sit down before someone notices me....I sit along the wall for bout an eternity. I noticed that while the lasers were really neat to look at....the people dancing with glow sticks were better...the music a girl told me was called trance. <br> <br> I've never heard anything more beautiful...slipknot is nothing compared to whatever I was listening to...I started to feel the pot wear off so I pulled out my cracky sack stuck my inch long pinky nail ( was origionally used to pick seeds out of pot) in it pulled out some E and snorted it....it burned...started mumbling, 'ohh my god ohhh my god' to my self. My mind was racing....FUCK! I've made a mistake....I calmed myself down telling myself that the burning would go away in a bit..it did.. It must have hit me pretty quick because everyone started looking fuzzy, the glow sticks started looking like fuzzy little lightning bolts. <br> <br> I started getting antsy..decided I try to procure a refreshment...stood up...almost fell over...sat back down...a security guard member who had his nose bridge peirced came over to me and rubbed my shoulder...........blank... the music is beautiful..... I'm sitting on the floor this security guard who has his nose bridge pierced comes over hands me a Hawiian punch 'quick slam' and a gallon of water and my change. He tells me to have fun and don't over do it....he leaves.... <br> <br> I open the Hawiian punch and take a sip...it tasted like god...I down the whole thing.......I can't dance so I start bobbing and weaving to the music sitting on the ground...a girl walks up to me sits down asks me for a drink of my water....I give this fuzzy person some of my water because she said please.....She asks me if I'd like a light show... I asked her what a light show was.....she shows me........ I love this woman with the lightning bolts and I tell her how beautiful she is.... she laughs, says thanks. She says 'I'm SOOOOOO.....fucked up.' I say 'Yeah I'm pretty much a puddle.' <br> <br> I asked her if she would like some E she says sure......I pull out my cracky sack and hand it to her she looks at me aprehensively (ick) hands it back and says she changed her mind...I ask why...she says, 'It didn't look safe.' I pulled some e out with my nail and snorted it... The burning came back, but I was okay with this knowing it would go away. I then say, 'If it was evil I wouldn't have done that.' She says, 'Ok, Can I have your keys?....I pull out the e... i've none left now..with my pinky and she snorts it off my finger nail. <br> <br> She asks me for a massage...I say yes because she said please... She sits between my legs and I start at the base of her skull...it was amazing this beautiful creature melted in my hands as I worked my way down her back. She leaned back against me as I started at her shoulders and started rubbing my leg...she said my fuzzy pants felt really cool............. blank.... the music is beautiful........ this girl asks me if my hands are tired..I say, 'No why?'...she looks at me funny.. I ask her if she would show me how to do liquid.....she agrees and I say I'm going to go buy glow sticks.. <br> <br> My friend and one of his chick friends comes up to me and asks if I would like to bump..not knowing what that is I say ' SURE!'.....I go into the chill out room and sit down with them she hands me a cracky sack with some white powder in it.. I dip in once, twice, four times with my pinky...... It burns really bad shit started to go blank....nose started bleeding had to sniff like a mad man to keep the blood from coming out my nostrils... blood clotted in my nose couldn't smell..but no blood was coming out anymore.... My friend disappeared....leaning against the wall mind blank..swaying to experimental ambient... My beautiful dancer comes up to me asks me where I went to. I told her I bumped. <br> <br> We started talking about ourselves.......she asked me how I got the burn on my forearm......tears filled my eyes....she told me she was sorry. I told her it was ok. We sat there in silence me still swaying to the music entrapped by dark thoughts that she brought to the surface. She sat staring off into space, enwrapped in her own thoughts.... I see her mouth moving... I say ' What?' Her mouth moves again... I say 'What?' She asks me how that scar got on my forehead this time I couldn't hold back the tears.... I sat there looking at her silent with tears running down my face.... she tried giving me a hug I didn't want her touching me and accidently screamed 'No!' Everyone looked at me I said 'Sorry'. <br> <br> A security guard came up to me I told him everything was ok I just didn't know how loud I was getting...he looked at my tear stained face and said 'You sure?' I said yeah....he left..... I sat there looking at her with tears streaming down my face......she said, ' Oh my god..I'm soooo sorry......' She tried to hold my hand I pulled away shut my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall...... <br> <br> Someone taps me on the shoulder..my eyes snap open...it's my friend....my beautiful dancer had found him for me.... my mind wasn't as goofy now and he asked if I'd like to candy flip with him... Not knowing what that was I said ' Sure.' He gives me two hits of LSD and tells me to snort some e.... I tell him I'm out of E he gives me another called mitsubshi.. hour later... <br> <br> I stand up..kind of wobbly... concetrate on walking.... my dancing girl takes me by the hand out to the dance floor tells me I have to hear Astral Projection. I go out on the dance floor as soon as I catch the beat I got all this energy everyone was dancing and moving...I started moving..since I didn't know how to dance I started moving through akido and taikwon-do moves. My friend stops me hands me some water and glow sticks. I take a swig he shows me a couple glow stick moves I take my shirt off cause now I'm sweating like crazy. Glowsticks in hands and shoe laces I start moving again in corperating glow stick movements with my sticks.... faster,faster,faster....... I don't know how long I've been moving, I'm not even thinking which kick/punch to go into next I just go.... faster, faster, faster the room doesn't make sense to me anymore... that's ok because the important thing for me to be doing is moving..after a year and a half my friends stops me tells me to chill for a bit.... I shake my head, realise I'm dripping sweat and there is this huge group of people looking at me some sitting some tanding.... <br> <br> Embaressed, I wobble (boy are my legs tired) to the wall and slide down it huffing and puffing... I gulp down a liter of water and send my friend to get me some more. While he and I are sitting there he pulls out a cracky sack and dumps it in the water. I tell him I think I'm good for the night with kandy...he tells me it's just salt and that I have to drink it. <br> <br> While nursing my salt water a guy comes up to me and says, 'Dude you were fucking amazing' Perplexed I said 'Did I almost get in trouble?' He said no.... He said he has never seen someone move that fast that fluid for so long... I say thanks..leaning back against the wall and ponder the first real compliment I've ever gotten for the rest of the night. Next morning I woke up and felt like living death.....every part of me hurt. <br> <br> The point of this story is....... <br> <br> I get up for work on time...no customer complaints since this night.....I keep my apartment clean.....take a shower more than once a week....and I say hello to strangers.<!-- 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: 1318</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 25, 2001</td><td>Views: 31,801</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1318&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1318&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), MDMA (3) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Health Problems (27), 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">200 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/tfmpp/">Piperazines - TFMPP</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The prior week, I had tried TFMPP for the first time. The 100mg dose I took then didn't do much to me. In response a week later I decided to double the dose. The first experience was so mellow that I was completely shocked by what happened to me later that night. <br> <br> Around 7:00 PM I weighed out 200mg of TFMPP on my electronic scale and packed it into a small gel cap. Down the hatch it went. I had decided to take it on an empty stomach to avoid nausea. <br> <br> At 8:00 PM I'm beginning to feel the effects. Its almost as if you can feel your blood burning through your veins. At times it can be euphoric, but otherwise its uncomfortable. There is no real change in thought pattern at this point in the night. <br> <br> 8:30- Some friends drop by for a visit and offer me a hit of acid which I gladly accept. My common sense is getting a little fuzzy at this point and I'm beginning to get really nauseous whenever I move. However, if I stay still I seem to be okay. <br> <br> 9:30- Trying to help, fiance/tripsitter decides to pack a bowl of weed to keep me from throwing up. The nausea was becoming intolerable. The marijuana killed the nausea but, my God, I was so stoned I couldn't move after 3 hits! I guess TFMPP really does lower your tolerance to THC a LOT. Unfortunately, its not pleasant as the body high is beginning to become physically painful as the LSD creeps up on me. <br> <br> 10:30- After getting lost in the bathroom for half an hour I feel so lethargic I decide its best just to sit still on the couch. I can't seem to keep myself from talking, no matter how hard I try, and at least my trip sitter is trying to keep up with the conversation which has become a little off the wall by now. Despite being inside in a temperate room, my body doesn't seem to be able to keep a constant temperature. Every time I feel that surge through my veins every 10 seconds or so I get a nasty chill. My trip sitter decides to take my temperature which ends up reading to only be 94.6 (I'm usually about 96 or 97). The effects of the LSD are almost completely unnoticeable through the intense body high from the TFMPP. <br> <br> 12:00- The effects from the TFMPP are beginning to taper off, although the LSD seemed to be sustaining the high. The cold flashes have subsided for the most part but my body aches like I've been pumping iron all day. <br> <br> 1:00- The TFMPP is barely noticeable but I'm physically very tired and can't sleep. The rest of the night I spend staring at the ceiling wishing for sleep to come. <br> <br> In short, I won't ever take this much TFMPP again with any combination of substances. Its just not a pleasant experience at this high a does.<!-- 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: 7668</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 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 28,774</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7668&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7668&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), TFMPP (100) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Health Problems (27), 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">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">105 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> On my 19th birthday, my boyfriend (we'll refer to him as T) and I decided it was a good idea to do acid. Previous to this I had done ecstacy and marijuana (not that day-but previous in experience). I was looking forward to having the mind altering experience everyone seemed to speak so fondly of. I took it at 4:45. 45 minutes later I was having difficulty paying attention to conversation, objects and the 'voice inside my head' seemed more entertaining. He sat across from me hidden underneath the blanket. I knew I was beginning to trip because the blanket looked like a giant couch hovering above me. This made me laugh. Then the trees began to look like Magic Eye pictures, looming towards me. The Super Fly poster began to move... so we went to Gasworks (a park near the water). <br> <br> VISUALS: <br> Acid was very visually pleasing, the world was beautiful. Colors became intense, vibrant shades similar to the richest shades imaginable of plants - what you'd imagine in a rainforest. At one point (when I began to peak) - a wave of color would rush across my vision, making everything that shade. However, it took a wave-like form which would only change what it touched that color. This reminded me of the beginning of the show, 'reading rainbow.' Also, I was able to pick up colors from the cement floor-of chalk written from who knows when. Everything pulsated, throbbing and waving at the same time. While staring at the ocean it seemed to create a giant wave, rising and falling, though the water was staying perfectly still. The skyline would envelope its roots, while faces and rolls danced within it. This sounds crazy, but it seems to be the only way I can explain it. It morphed and grew. I also became very confused about what country I was in. At first I thought I was in Venice! <br> -while at the water, then in the tropics when viewing trees that seemed to look like palm trees. <br> <br> Mental: <br> I felt like I was in a cave inside my brain. My ego and inhibitions regarding what I thought dropped completely. I was able to talk freely about what I sensed from T and the strangers around me. My people intuition was brutally honest, yet caring. At some point T and I were near the water where he explained how much he loved the water, boat houses, and birds. I was able to connect these three things and became T. I felt as though I were him, sensing all feelings, hopes, etc. i completely understood him, understood how others saw him, and how he saw himself. This was cool. HOwever, every girl I encountered seemed to be a bitch from hell. well, I only saw three women. 1. Cruella Deville driving behind me, sneering and shaking her head. I thought she was going to kill us. 2. Friend #1's girlfriend. She did not like us, but she later told me that she was angry about something else-so this was based in reality. However, I haven't talked to her since the trip, so I might have imagined this. 3. Friend #3's girlfriend. I swear she was crying, then being horribly rude and grouchy at T and I. I heard her say things such as, 'yeah... going there with you would be so fun' -but in a very sarcastic manner. I don't know if they were really being mean or if I imagined it. I sensed people very strongly - I related and understood - or so I think... How I saw these people and my reaction to the behavior effected me - I wanted to be the positive and steer away from what I saw as negative. <br> <br> Religious: <br> I claim no religion and am still unsure and confused about the entire subject. However, I sensed someone... While with T at the water, I realized i was watching him and felt an assurance for him - a respect for who he was (despite my disagreements about his views) and a confidence that he would be okay in life. Then I felt someone watching me watching T -this was the higher power. Faces began to float towards me while a swivel of wind kind of did a ballerina move in the corner of my eye. It seemed to be an obvious pattern. I saw him look at me look at T, and I felt so peaceful. Later on the walk-a light came down from the skies onto a beautiful bench on campus-it was calling me to sit there. It was very spiritual. <br> <br> Reflection: <br> Acid is very cool. However, I see how some might go a little crazy afterwards. Reality is changed and you begin to wonder if what you see is really there, albeit in a different dimension. I have a profound understanding of T. At one point we were sitting across from the blank TV, and the reflection showed us in the future, sitting together in a different home. This felt peaceful, though scary because I'm 19 and that is the farthest thing from my mind. However, I was able to take this in and accept it and realize that it wasn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things. In one word-acid is truly... enlightening. I'd like to try it again , but in double dose. At 1 I drove home (not the brightest idea), but am still alive. I was still tripping. I woke up 13 hours after consuming acid, drove around again and sure enough... the colors were still slightly VIBRANT... Acid is a beautiful drug.<!-- 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: 1447</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 27, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,712</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1447&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1447&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), 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">  </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> <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/5meo_dmt/">5-MeO-DMT</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Okay, i've done a total of about 22 (super hoffmans strength) acid tabs, over a period of a year and a half. the total number of times tripping was about 20 times, with sometimes me only taking halves or once just an eigth of a trip, with the most being 4 trips. (Well it was quite a bit more than 22 trips, but in hoffman strength i've worked it out to be 22. I'd estimate that a hoffman's trip is probabbly about 150mcg?) <br> <br> Note: i've never had a bad trip, although i've had a few bad aspects to a trip. the closest to a bad trip was when me and my friends saw lots of little dots disappearing into the middle of the ground and then suddenly realised it was a giant ants nest, and there were ants crawling over my skin. i think in reality there were probabbly only about two, but i immediately thought there were hundreds and i thought they'd got inside my veins somehow - because i could see and feel them crawling inside my veins. that really freaked me out but after about a half an hour i calmed myself down. <br> <br> I've also smoked quite a lot of cannabis, and have probably taken in total about 5/6grams of ketamine (over past year and a half?). I've done a 50mg dose of 2ct7 once, which didn't agree with me and was nothing like what people describe it as being like. I've also had about 60 or so ecstacy pills. And I've done 5-meo dmt 5 times, only once properly (well each time i got a mild high, but only once i got a ***fucking umbelievably fucked most visually amazing intense experience***). <br> <br> In the past couple of months i've started getting flashbacks though. i think i first noticed flashbacks after about 3 or 4 times tripping, when i'd probabbly taken a total of about 2 hoffmans. i could slightly make the ground ripple/pulsate, like there was a little creature crawling beneath the carpet or something. i knew it wasn't real and it was quite fun to do. <br> <br> probabbly on about the 6th or 7th time tripping we noticed that, while we were tripping (on a whole hoffmans trip), we could see an 'invisible layer' infront of what was physically there. because before we'd only had visuals on physical objects (trees / walls with repetitive wallpapering etc.), but now sitting in the forest (the one they've got in the beginning of the gladiator movie!!) i could see a big invisible (partially visible/see through) fish floating infront of the tree's. also when looking up at the clouds i could see swirling around flying cloudy dots flying about in the sky etc. <br> <br> at the time i don't think i could see any invisible stuff when i wasn't tripping though. i don't know when i realised it though, but i found out <br> that after taking pills the next day if i were to look at say a flat white wall, i would be able to see slight shadows and slight swirls of really slight different shades of white. the next day, after catching up <br> on sleep and eating etc. i would be back to normal though (i think?...). <br> <br> i didn't really realise it as it was happening because everything was so <br> gradual, but i think i began to see 'invisible' stuff more frequently. like in uni lectures when i was looking at the whiteboard i would be able to see the slight shadows on the board when the lighting was quite dim. also in the one lecture theatre i would slightly imagine a light grey in colour, really fine spray of water coming down from each ceiling tile. but i could not think about it and it would stop. i didn't really think anything of it, probabbly because at the time i wasn't really getting much sleep and drinking and smoking a bit aswell as doing a pill or two every couple of weekends. <br> <br> when i did dmt properly (about 3 months ago?) the day after when i was back home i kept on thinking my phone was ringing in my closed bedroom, while i was watching tv. the phone ring is quite quiet, and sometimes when i'm watching tv i think i hear it ringing anyway, although i probabbly heard it about 10 times this evening. it wasn't me completely making it up, it was more like me hearing sounds on tv and me misinterpreting them and then thinking my phone was ringing. <br> <br> i did a half a trip (some girl in a club just gave it to me a while ago) of some unbelievably strong acid a couple of weeks later. i'd planned on doing it before we got to the club (tyssen st studios in london), and then a few sugarcubes in there. but i didn't need the cubes because i was so fucked (in a very good way!). the intensity was also probabbly due to me and my friend finishing half a gram of ketamine (or i'm thinking now maybe because of me doing the dmt two weeks b4??), and having a really strong white tulip pill in the club. acid's never allowed me to transform music to that extent before. i was hearing the sounds completely surrounding me, and the music (psytrance) that was being played was so completely mindblowing that whenever a song came on that i recognised i would be elevated to such an immensely high state of consciousness! all the music sounded *completely* different, my brain must have been working in serious overdrive to fine-tune each sound to be so heavenly spectacular - and all the sounds together just completely blew me into another dimension!!! <br> <br> at one point in the club when i went into the corners of the room of the basement, i felt as if i was delving into the furthest corner of my mind. and i felt myself becoming really close to that extreme state that i was on 5-meo. it actually became too intense to and i had to go back to the middle of the dancefloor. upstairs it felt as if the laser was beaming directly into the retina of my eye, and i was in a dimension where everything was made up of octagons. mindblowing!!when i got back home i needed to listen to some chill out music, so i put on smashing pumpkings. the most amazing trance music i've ever heard! yes i know it's not trance, but my mind was completely warping and altering the music. and when i took a shower and moved my head beneath the water, unbelieavable!! <br> <br> but since that trip i haven't been able to come completely back down to <br> baseline. i keep on seeing invisible patterns and shadows, like those described in http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/lsd/lsd_info3.shtml <br> <br> like when i read i can sometimes (quite often) see positive afterimages of the text slightly above and to the left of the writing. i can still read fine, but it's just a bit off putting and i have to read slower. <br> <br> if i want i can stare at a flat surface and imagine (invisible) <br> geometric patterns, or a girl (like in charlies angels) dancing. i know they're just shadows/invisible and not real, maybe all this time i've been training myself to have a really hyper-over imagination. <br> <br> i can imagine stuff really realisticly with my eyes shut, like playing a computer game. and outside colours are a *lot* more vivid than they <br> normally were (i think?). <br> <br> i also get positive afterimages of an object for a few seconds when i stare at something, and then look away at something else... <br> <br> and i've noticed sometimes when i listen to music i can hear stuff which isn't actually there, like extra patterns made with sounds like my sony j5 mobile phone makes... <br> <br> shit! most of the time it doesn't really bother me, when i'm out doing stuff i don't really notice it. it's only when i'm doing work or sitting down usually. but sometimes it frightens me because i think, 'what the fuck have i done to myself?'. i hope that it'll go away (so i can do more acid again!! or maybe i think i probabbly shouldn't.......). i'm worried that it won't though... :( <br> <br> does anyone know if there has been any research into cases like this, <br> and what were the outcomes? i've stopped taking acid now (well for 2 months now). i've done pills twice, and i've noticed they haven't helped. also ketamine makes everything get quite a lot more fucked for a few days after, so i know i've got to stop taking those two. ketamine's not the same after taking that 5-meo dmt anyway. (or maybe it's not the same now because i stared at the 'silicon kaleidoscope screensaver' when i was on k once... another story.) <br> <br> also smoking gear and drinking alcohol, and not getting enough sleep and being under stress make it worse aswell. shit!! so i think i need to have a big break from everything, which is going to be hard - especially because i can't really explain the story to all my friends... <br> <br> is there anything else that could help me? does anyone know if i'll b fucked forever? well i shouldn't really say fucked because i can still <br> live a normal really great life, getting approx 65%+ overall at uni (first year) so far.. <br> <br> so just a warning to everyone who's as naive as i was, thinking you can't get flashbacks off acid. i don't think everyone get's flashbacks, or as the report i mentioned earlier states that there's a peak of being <br> prone to receiving flashbacks at 15 exposures, and then one at 40 exposures. i think it's probabbly a combination of the drugs as to why i get flashbacks, as in the report there's no mention of auditory flashbacks... <br> <br> [Erowid Note: Hallucinogen Persisting Perceptual Disorder (HPPD) is more appropriately used to describe this sort of visual disturbances, rather than the term 'flashback'. It should also be noted that while classic hallucinogens like LSD are more commonly thought of in association with this sort of perceptual change, it is also quite possible for frequent use of MDMA or other substances like 5-MeO-DMT to have this affect. In this case, the author has used significantly more MDMA than LSD...so it seems likely that both have contributed to the lasting visual effects.]<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 7819</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 2, 2001</td><td>Views: 48,720</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7819&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7819&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">5-MeO-DMT (58), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), 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></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">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> For the New Years Eve of the millenium my fiance and I decided we wanted to ring in the year with a couple of hits of LSD. A few days before Dec 31 we each took one double dosed sugar cube because we had no idea how strong they were, and we wanted to ensure that our celebration would be both spectacular and comprehensible. <br> <br> Coming up brought the usual menage of disquieting feelings, like everything around you was waking up for your trip to entertain you, to parade their secret lives before you. My fiance was playing a video game at first, but as things became more intense he had to turn it off because the game was becomming too real and threatened to suck us into television. <br> <br> For the first couple of hours we wandered around our house, digging through storage to find old memories. We eventually ended up at the kitchen table with the intention to smoke some pot, but that plan got pushed to the background as we set off on a most intense, life examining conversation about being truthful, to yourself and others, and if it was possible to live a completely honest existence and not be thrown in a crazy house or in jail. <br> <br> Soon our conversation began going in loops, which to me was a signal that some sort of critical mass was being reached, and we came to realize that neither of us had ever been with someone we could be completely honest with, until now. That peak, and the quiet triumph that accompanied it, rode in slowly from the sea and flooded our minds. The plateau carried us into the shower, to scrub and shed ourselves of all previous conversation until the only thing left was the final realization, and it was all so ridiculously simple. We came into each others arms under the spray, our bodies doing what they were meant to do with absolutely no pretense. <br> <br> When we were done there was no drop off, we both felt exactly as we had when we first got into the shower. Making love was a creature statement, we are here, we are alive, and this is what we are meant to do. We went back into the kitchen to try and convince our bodies that soup was indeed needed. When I usually shower near the end of my trip, comming out of it is always a booster for me, like I expect the water to wash the LSD away and then I am impressed at how much it still remains despite my cleansing efforts. <br> <br> He and I have since tried having sex on LSD once more (on the actual eve of New Years), and it was very different than the first, but just as intense and magickal. I had tried it with someone else about 7 years ago, someone I was not completely honest with, and it was a disaster. LSD strips your ego of any pretense, and bares you to the bone if you let it.<!-- 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: 7887</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 7, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,147</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7887&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7887&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), Sex Discussion (14), 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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dxm/">DXM</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I haven't read through all of these reports yet, so I don't know if anyone has had an experience quite like this. Years back, when I was 18 years old, myself and two of my friends decided to try Acid. One friend had already done it before (Brian), but me and my other friend (Jason), had not. <br> <br> So, one night we took the acid and then proceeded to go out for a night on the town. After an hour or so, Brian started to trip, yet Jason and I had not felt a thing from it. After about 2 hours we started to question Brian's claim to be tripping, as we were still not feeling a thing. Brian started to get really loopy and started to freak out that we weren't feeling a thing. For some reason, the acid did nothing for us. We figured it must have something to do with it being our first time. The first couple of times that I smoked pot, I also felt nothing (as many of my friends also experienced). So, not to miss out on all the fun, Jason and I decided to drink an 8oz bottle of Robotussin DM each (as we had done many times before). <br> <br> We drank the cough syrup down in one long, agonizing gulp as per usual, threw our bottles out the window of the car and proceeded to go to my home because my parents were on vacation (and Brian was really not okay to be out in public anymore). Shortly after arriving to my house, I started to feel very nauseated and hot, so I went up to my bedroom and lay down. As I lay there, I became hotter and hotter, and felt that something was very, very wrong with me. I actually had thoughts that I might die because I had done Robo a number of times before and I never got sick. Feeling sicker and sicker, I then made my way into the bathroom and puked my guts out. It was a very strange vomit, as there seemed to be very little, if any, fluid in the barf. It was dry and chunky, and very gross. I flushed the toilet, thoroughly brushed my teeth, and then as I looked in the mirror, realized that I was now feeling pretty good and rather high. <br> <br> I decided to go downstairs and see how my friends were doing. As I began walking down the stairs, I overheard my friend Jason repeating over and over, very frantically, 'No more RoboCid, No more RoboCid...'. Brian asked where I had gone, and I began to tell him about my feeling sick, when Jason interrupted 'Yeah, me too, and then you got really hot, ...and then you puked....' Very surprised he knew all this, I just answered with a simple 'Yeah'. Then Jason exclaimed, 'Me too! And, then you saw it, didn't you?' I replied, 'Saw what?' And then he hit us with it... 'The Demon!' Jason shouted. <br> <br> I couldn't believe what he was telling me... he had lost his mind. He then proceeded to explain that as he was puking a demon came from behind him and said 'Don't you ever fucking do this again'. The rest of the night was fun, but for an hour or so, I felt like I was on my way to a very painful, agonizing death. Needless to say, after my experience, I didn't require a Demon to set me straight. There was and will be 'No more RoboCid' for me.<!-- 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: 85</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, 2001</td><td>Views: 21,437</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=85&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=85&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DXM (22), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 capsls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well, the trip started out beautifully. I had taken the X a couple hours before I dropped the acid. I was looking for a beautiful, heavenly experience. A pure enlightnening peaceful exploration of my consciousness. And it started out fine. I found myself in the most beautiful trance, thinking about the future of mankind, seeing a visual map of man-made creations that are yet to come. A map of the future. I thought, this is what we are supposed to be'. This is the future of mankind, beautiful colors, powerful machines, and sooo much love. And then.. <br> <br> My friend A came over to me, looked me in the eyes and said 'Are you okay?' I thought.. 'Am I okay?' then my whole world shook. 'What if I'm not okay?' I thought.. I could sense a strong strong netted vibe that suspended between the 4 of us. I could feel the feelings of everyone in the room, and it became clear to me that each one of us was responsible for the experience of the other. <br> <br> I saw something dark. I thought, 'I can't be around these guys if I start having bad thoughts.. They must stay happy!' So, I raced into the bathroom as the darkness began to take over my thoughts... I could no longer see what was in front of me, I was so engulfed in my thoughts.. The pure unadulterated fear that something bad is going to happen. <br> <br> After 3 or 4 minutes of searching for the light switch, I came out, decided that in order to save the other 3 voyagers, I have to get out and get my head straight. So I ran out the apartment. <br> <br> This voyage became the scariest thing I've ever experienced. My mind was functioning on 2 levels, pure fear, and a voice inside my head rationalizing and trying to figure out what was going on. Suddenly anything and everything became ugly, scary, terrifying. The gutter, the trashbags, the road workers, the oil on the street... it all disgusted me, and I had nowhere to turn. the earth's evilness was swallowing me whole. I pissed my pants. <br> <br> About this time, the other three emerge from the complex to see me darting around in fear, sock-footed, in the middle of the parking lot. I see them, think that they're part of a cult and that I've got to get away from them. They grab me, and a violent struggle commences. My friends become demons dragging me into a horrible place I do not want to be. The trip gets worse. I begin to think that the more I struggle to be free, the better chance I have of getting in to heaven. And then I give in for a few moments, get a glimpse of the terror of hell, and begin struggling for a positive eternity again. They carry me into the apartment, and visions I conjured up at an early age begin appearing. I cannot describe the fear. They take me, and put me in the shower to hose me off (bad idea)... I see myself in the mirror, and it is covered in blood.. I see the toilet, I am disgusted to the point of puking.. I let out multiple grunts and horrible yelps. I am being tortured in hell. <br> <br> Then my first glimpse of eternity arrives. I realize, I am here in Hell forever. This will go on forever. For one last instant, I give in, and submit to the demons... I see the devil, only... it looks like me.. and I can see the pure evil inside.. I let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the others in the room realize that I am experiencing something truly horrible. Now I've got them. I have conveyed my terror. I am horseshit.. rejected by God.. He's so far away from me now.. <br> <br> I walk alone into the other room... the others try to stop me, but I let them know that I need to be alone. I lie down. I look at the wall. 'Oh my God.. I'm tripping.' <br> <br> And the true sadness and realization starts. One of my friends comes in and asks 'Are you okay?' I look at him and say 'I've seen the devil. I didn't want to... but I saw him..' He comes, lays his head on my stomach, and I realize that everything is alright. But it won't be over for a looong time. <br> <br> I have this trip embedded in my mind, and it will take years for me to forget. It has sent me into a horrible depression that I am currently fighting. I suffer horrible mental problems because of my experience. My mind is stuck on seeing the bad in life. I think about the positive, and the complete opposite arises. If anyone else has had an experience even remotely close to this, please submit it here, and describe how you have dealt with it. <br> <br> I have quit all drugs... I cannot take them without them sending me off my rocker. Why did this experience take place? I often think I'm just a sick person.. but others tell me that it could have happened to anyone. who knows.. I need a witness.<!-- 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: 108</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 19, 2001</td><td>Views: 32,714</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=108&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=108&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) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Post Trip Problems (8), Bad Trips (6)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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 --> About 1 month ago I went to a party with some friends. Some acid was floating around and because I had been looking for some for a long time I decided to stock up. I purchased 15 hits. I planned to take 4 or 5 and not fry very hard because I didn't particularly like the environment and the vibes I was getting. <br> <br> I took 5 tabs of acid around 8:00 and wasn't feeling very strong affects. Angrily me and the other people frying began to think we'd been sold bunk shit. We all decided we should pop a few more down.....worst mistake of my life. I was now on 8 tabs. And about 30 minutes later the 5 I'd taken previously began to kick in. <br> <br> Now I have taken alot of acid and this was by far the most intense trip ever. So I was sitting at this party with my friends and the effects really start to hit. The walls begin to wave around like the ocean, crashing onto the floor with thousands of color everywhere. I began to wonder, 'can I handle this? This is fucking intense.' It began to appear as though everyone in the room's eyes had turned black and they were all laughing hysterically. I found this quite curious. Suddenly a deep fear came upon me, like a demonic or evil precense entered the room. I sat quietly in my chair and closed my eyes because the things in front of me were far too intense. <br> <br> About a half hour later the 3 other tabs I'd taken began to kick in. At that point I began to think I had taken too much and I was going to die or go permanently insane. I opened my eyes for a few moments every now and then and would see the walls caving in on me and evil faces forming inside the colorful designs. I glanced at the clock and realized I'd been tripping for one hour. I was in shock. I thought to myself, 'can I maintain control for another 7 hours? FUCK NO I CANT!' <br> <br> By this time all my friends taking acid with me had left. I wasn't exactly sure where they had all gone. But the only people left in the room were drunks. My friend D was sitting next to me. Suddenly I hear him begin to laugh. I don't react quickly and I can hear the laughing increase to a loud hysterical roar. I am wondering what the fuck is so funny and I look over at him. (This was the most horrifying part of my trip.) Next to me, what used to be D had transformed. I look at D's face and it suddenly turned red (probably because he was laughing about something). Then D turned to me, and he had horns on his head, a red face, and sharp teeth. He smiles at me and quietly whispers 'welcome'. Now I was not sure exactly what this meant. But I had never felt so much terror in my life. <br> <br> I quickly stood up and said, 'I need to go for a fucking walk, I am tired of all this demon shit.' So I proceed out the door shaking because of the stress. I found it very hard to walk but I managed to make it to the end of the street (two houses down). As I arrived at the end of the street, it was as though I got lost. I didn't know where I was, what I was doing, who I was, and what was wrong with me. I began to spin in circles trying to figure out where the fuck I was, with no success. I heard a voice in the back of my head whisper, 'don't worry, someone is coming to pick you up soon.' So I figured ok. So I waited patiently at the side of the road waving at the semi trucks as they drove by hoping they were my ride. I began to think, I can't wait this long, I need to die, I need to die. So I began the task of trying to consider the best way to die. <br> <br> The rest of the night was hazy, but I remember spinning circles all night trying to decide my way of suicide, and waving at every car that drove by (which had to be in the hundreds), hoping that they were my ride. It was like the acid was playing with me. For 7 hours I stood on the side of the road, and every time I saw car lights my spirit would rise and I would think, 'finally! My fucking ride!' and as the car sped by, I could only fall deeper and deeper into sadness. It was like a twisted trick. The next day I began to think realistically, and I realized around 5 in the morning that no fucking ride was coming for my bitch ass. So I walked to a gas station and called the police. The police took me to the hospital, asked me where I'd gotten the drugs. I simply told them I'd forgotten and wanted to be left alone. <br> <br> As I went into the hospital I began to think, Oh my god. I died, I am dead. To make things worse, the lady checking me in asked me what my religious preference was, I replied screaming, 'CHRISTIAN, I AM A FUCKING CHRISTIAN! DONT SEND ME TO HELL!!!' I feel onto the floor crying as I begged her not to send me to hell. She quickly called security and had me escorted to a bed. They put me to sleep, I woke up the next day and got a ride home. <br> <br> The moral of the story is....fuck acid, it will play with your mind. I will never do acid again. I believe it's the devil's drug or perhaps the devil's passage to gain control of your mind. I wish that people would realize that they can get the same amount of joy and kicks by smoking pot and getting drunk. Fuck, if you need to see colors, eat some fungi. Don't mess with LSD. I used to think Timothy Leary had a point to his message. He was just a lost man, and now he is fucking dead. Does anyone find it odd why bad trips on acid are so frequent? And does anyone find it odd that all the hippies who used to fry serious balls all got jobs and gave up that shit, or are bums on the street cuz they can't think straight. Acid is no good shit. Don't even fuck with it. It fucks with you...<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 7350</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 22, 2001</td><td>Views: 36,299</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7350&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7350&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), 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> 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="/pharms/paroxetine/">Pharms - Paroxetine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 bowls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </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 started out to be a very fun day of smoking weed. Me and my friend W were riding quads and having a great time. We had 10 hits of acid that we planned on taking at night while camping, and I was looking forward to it so much. It was a cool day, it being March, so we planned on taking lots of firewood. At around 6pm we started to get prepared to go camping. We planned on going to a very remote pond only accesible by quad. We loaded up the trailor with chairs, a CD player, firewood, 2 flashlights, and some food and drinks. We left my house to begin our journey... <br> <br> I had been on paxil for about 3 months for depression, and read that SSRI's like paxil will decrease the effects of acid. This is my reason for taking 5. I was experienced with high doses of acid even when I hadn't been on paxil. This night was about to get bad, real bad. <br> <br> We took the hits at around 11pm. We weren't very high anymore because I wanted to wait till the acid kicked in to smoke. I started feeling the stimulating feeling only 20 minutes later, so we started smoking weed. It came on so strong. Everything in my vision was moving and comical thoughts started to dance through my head. The fire's light seemed to go on forever through the woods and reflecting off of the pond. W was also feeling good. He was laughing and acting hysterical. <br> <br> We turned on some good techno music, I believe it was Bad Boy Bill. A few minutes later, probably 12am by then, I started to feel really out of it. Everything around me started looking alien and unfamiliar. We stopped smoking weed after the 3rd bowl, as it was clear that the pot was increasing the effects of the trip. When I closed my eyes I could see things that were going with the music. I saw a line of bamboo sticks jumping up and down with the music. It was getting really cold and I decided it would be best to drive the 2 miles back to my house. W agreed, as I could clearly see he was in distress, and looked confused. This is when the trip turned absolutely crazy. <br> <br> We take off running to the quad cause we are getting scared. With us, we carry the CD player and the chairs. I had parked my quad about a quarter of a mile away, because there was only a walking trail to the pond. I reached in my pocket for the key. Not there. We started to panic. Evil vibes from all directions were hitting us full speed. This is around my peak. We panic. We head back to the camp in hysteria. My visuals were getting intense and everything had a red tint to it. The trees looked like they were grabbing for me. <br> <br> Then W looses the flashlight. I am freaking out and W is trying to calm me down even though he is also scared. I just take off running, blindly through the woods. He screams my name to get me to come back. What I was thinking I don't know. I fell down hard about 20 feet away from W and pick up a rock. I start pouting (not like me). My friend was like aww, come on. I start hitting myself in the head with the rock. The pain was very intense. I was either severely frustrated or trying to knock myself out. I was in a different world. I remembered going camping but I didn't know why this person was here. I almost didn't know who W was, but he looked familiar. I looked at my watch and didn't understand what it meant. Then we just layed on the ground by the fire. I had lost my glasses somwhere in my self-struggle. I suddenly thought the whole woods were on fire. I jumped up and tried to pour my drink on the fire, but W stopped me. Good thing he wasn't as messed up as me. I began to think cops were going to find us, which was impossible. I asked my friend and he clarified everything. As I layed on the ground and put my head on the rock I began getting very euphoric and just thought, I am going to lay here comfortable and wait till I am sober to figure things out. I looked in the fire and saw the wires from my glasses glowing red. I am glad that was a hallucination. In the morning my brother rode his quad up to see how we were and I told him to get the spare key. He did and our asses were saved. I found my glasses and was very happy to get the hell outta there. <br> <br> Conclusion: My experiences with SSRI's and acid is it makes a different kind of trip. It is more intense actually but lasts slightly less. With weed, SSRI;s definately increase the high. <br> <br> Dont assume what you read is true, it may be true for some and not true for you. In a way I am glad I lost the key. I surely would have wrecked. Be careful, trippers, acid is not somthing to play with, it is somthing to respect.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 8357</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 36,388</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8357&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8357&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Paroxetine (148), Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Nature / Outdoors (23), Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </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 --> <b> One hell of a first experience</b> <br> <br> I'm not sure how sensitive I am to LSD-25, but I must say that this is the most potent experience I've ever had in my life. On New Year's Eve of 1999, some friends suggested we all go camping and drop. <br> <br> I'll cut to the chase. My perceptual processes were simply not ready for the rush of everything that happened, and I spent a long period of time adjusting to it all. Part of it was the acid. Another major part of it was being out in unfamiliar territory and not feeling so sure of myself to begin with. Then, there were all the people yelling, the rangers, and the fireworks. I'm talking massive overload here. My mind's reaction was to shut down some of the sensory input by turning off different senses. I spent a brief period of time being blind and another one being deaf. These both shortly came back to me, however, once I was in a lower-stimulation environment. <br> <br> That's when the really bizarre thing happened. My mind was having a hard time serializing everything into one constant flow. Effects were sometimes happening before causes. I soon found myself pretty much trapped in my own mind, and found that my analytical thoughts were being used to process the high levels of sensory input. My body was running on a sort of natural autopilot (I later found out that nobody thought anything was wrong with me), but I was well lost in my own head, having conversations with archetypes of my friends and watching possible futures unfold before me...different thought patterns would naturally fizzle out and such...eventually, I'd have a window where I could act again. <br> <br> The process of action was very difficult for me. If I wanted to go sit out by the fire, I had to emote it...I had to allow my 'me-ness' to drift toward the 'fire-ness.' Reality seemed to exist in a state of freeze-frame, too, unless I kept my body moving. Thus, in order to stay cognizant of things around me, I was constantly tapping my fingers against a surface to keep my mind in motion. <br> <br> Eventually, this settled down. My senses of taste and touch became exceedingly dull, and were for some reason instead rerouted into the tapping of my fingers against a surface. When given an extremely sour candy that left others writing on the ground in pain, I sucked on it, noticed no flavor, and then found my right hand drumming erratically at the table for minutes later. <br> <br> Sunrise came, and it was an incredible experience. I put on one of my more serene CDs (This Mortal Coil's album titled 'Blood.' I recommend it.) and stretched out to watch the forest dance lightly to the music and the sunrise. I then went down by the river's edge and sculpted it in my mind. I have never in my life seen such incredible beauty. Sadly, since my emotions had been tied up elsewhere in my mind, and so I found myself indifferent to it. Never before have I experienced such beauty, and been so unmoved by it. <br> <br> My body held onto the LSD pretty tightly, and so I was still feeling the effects hours after everyone else had gone to bed. Sitting there, alone, in a dark apartment, with nobody to talk to, and hearing the neighbors argue, seemed to dredge up some old childhood fears. I curled up in a chair, squeezed my old lovvee closely, and wept for a while. It was hours before someone got up, but when they did, it was nice to have interaction again. <br> <br> Finally, it had been about 22 hours since I dosed, and I still hadn't come down. I was developing a headache, and was getting tired of having no sense of taste or a hand compulsively interpreting different sensations. One of my friends made a run to the store, and I had her bring me back some Dramamine. I've used a prescription version of it (though they're pretty much identical) to treat sleep terrors in myself in the past, and have also used it to help a lover fall asleep when she had a severe migraine. One Dramamine tablet, and fell asleep a half hour later, and never slept better. <br> <br> In all, I couldn't sum the experience up as positive or negative. It was interesting, and I'll definitely be trying it again, although it might be a long time.<!-- 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: 117</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, 2001</td><td>Views: 11,522</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=117&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=117&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), First Times (2), 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">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>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 cig.</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">70 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">IM</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:10</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/meth/">Methamphetamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have read many articles and other literature on and by Timothy Leary, Albert Hofman, William Burrougs and Hunter S. Thompson. I have also researched the realms of mythology and the use of dissociatives in discovering ones self and mind. I have never really understood human behaviors; in fact it strikes me as rather odd and ritualistic. From the beginning I have doubted that we have found the full extent of our minds. Since then I have desperatly trying to find some 'gate way' so to speak which would allow me to discover these regions of the mind. Thus I found dissociative aenesthesitcs. <br> <br> I have used PCP many times in the past with varying resluts. I have snorted Ket a few times as well. I have shot PCP many times but never shot Ket. I decided that the time has come. <br> <br> Now, I am a strong lover of LSD and almost always have some laying around for self discovery. I also love meth becuase it stops me from passing out from lack of sleep. That's all you need is a trip cut short becuase your tired. <br> <br> I was in a happy mind set and in a familar setting... so everything was good to go... (this is very impporatant I have found). <br> <br> So I popped two dots, smoked a joint and then prepared my shot, picked a vien, and hopped on the train. <br> <br> Almost immediately I felt the familiar sensations of dissociative anesthesia. I just laid there for what seemed an hour, but was closer to 10 minutes and thought I was swimming in space. There were lovely stars and an eveloping feeling of euphoric hope. <br> <br> I could describe those first minutes as lustrious. Then I snorted a cap of meth and went outside. I found a beutiful spot in a near by forest and laid back down. <br> <br> As I prepeared my resting place for the evenin I could feel the acid creaping up my spine. Beutiful colours and a warm cozzy feeling enveloped me. The next four hours were spent in another dimension. <br> <br> So there I was sitting alone in perhaps the worst place on earth, if I was still on earth, wondering what had happened. I had the vague impression that I was looking for something that I havn't found. I looked around the room and saw nothing but darkness. I started walking hoping to find something... anything. I looked down and saw my feet, but no floor. 'Must keep lookin' <br> <br> All of a sudden an angelic vision which appeared to be George Orwell, (one of my favourite literists)... We talked for a while and he told me that once I found what I was looking for all the answers would become clear as to our existence. In finding it I would find the answer. But what is it.... <br> <br> He disappeared in a phospherent flash of emmotions... blinding actually... Looking around I now see myelf in a populated bar of unknown origin. I looked around at the felow patrons and saw that they were not exactly human. They looked as if they might be some sadistic boched version of humans but didn't quite turn out right. I couldn't place what was wrong with them... I just knew they were wrong... Some had a blue tinge to their skin... some were gore red.. some were techincolour... my skin started to mold into a deep shade of bluish green... very dark and mysterious... I kinda saw this (afterwords of course) as the trait of herd conformity.. and pet peave of mine but something we are all guilty of in some fashion.. <br> <br> Sitting off in a corner occupied only by a piano and herself; she doesn't notice me right away.. but eventually i catch her eye... she looks astonished to see me and quickly looks away... I walk over her and she says her name is Anne... 'Havn't I met you before?' I ask.. her reply comes in whispered tones close to resembling a claiscal orchestra... yet to me they made perfect sense... (you see I'm lover of clasical music, and all music in general actually) She told me that I have never met her before yet she knows everything about me. I tell her about the war in her eyes and somehow it all became clear. we spent the next few hours talking in subtle remarks on what happens next... <br> <br> I can't exactly remember the converstation but I knew then that I found it... she held out to me a gold box and insisted I take it... I reached out and grasped it; and i was struck with a force greater then anything i've ever felt... another explosion of colours and sensations sent me soaring through time and space... faster and faster still... no one is at the wheel... <br> <br> The ride ends in a small meadow.. something you could only read about.. it's beauty not really existant in this reality.... still holding the box I open it... and it all disappears... back to the ever ending darkness... I call out for anne... then anyone... silence is the only answer... <br> <br> I remain in this place for a while... and then slowly the grass and trees fade back in... there I was laying in the grove in the forest. I was still extremely stoned. But I felt extremetly relieved... as if I did find the answer... I just couldn't remember what it was... but I knew I found it... <br> <br> I havn't yet duplicated this response or ever found anne again... but I know she's in here (my mind) somewhere... Hopefully next time I visit her I will have more recolection of our conversation... <br> <br> Still to this day I feel that I did indeed find the answer that I was looking for... I feel that perhaps my consiouc will not allow me to know it.. because then I would stop looking... but... I don't know exactly... <br> <br> I know that i will continue to use dissociative and psychedelics to paruse my inner self many times again in the future.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6766</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, 2001</td><td>Views: 24,195</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6766&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6766&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Ketamine (31), LSD (2), Methamphetamine (37) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </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 is the story of how events can turn your trip into the most nasty thing that will ever happen to you. Words can never really describe what has happened to your soul after such an event, in fact it is always hard to remember exactly how you felt as your world melts away. <br> <br> In England there's this festival called Glastonbury. In 1997, it was a mud bath as it was raining continuously. With this backdrop, a group of us met an LSD dealer. We all bought one each, most only took half but I was having trouble splitting it so I just thought 'sod it' and did it all. For the first three or four hours it was great, I won't go into it as everyone who has done it knows how great it can be. After a while though, I got very heavy-legged and really wanted to sit down and I also got a bit of a panic attack. I had heard that drinking alcohol was a good way to get rid of any LSD fright. The only thing available was beer, so I got a round in but most people didn't drink their beer so I had it all. Several pints. My fear was slightly subdued. We went back to this girl's tent to sit down but pretty soon I was needing a piss. So off I went to piss, but it got pretty scary on my own with the sounds becoming all strange and my vision was filled with creatures of horror and the floor was a swirling mass of mud with flashing lights reflected on it. I held it together pretty well as I had done it all before. But my head fell apart when I realised I was unable to find the tent my friends were in. The panic hit me as my legs were getting more and more heavy, I really wanted to sit down but the mud prevented me from doing so. The visuals got more intense and they got even more horrific. I kept seeing people bleeding everywhere and there was a terrible savage laughter coming from every direction. At this point I just wanted out, but as soon as you think that you've totally lost it. <br> <br> I had a vague idea of where my tent was, as it was near a major path, so I decided that I had to get there, that felt like safety if only I could find it. I walked through the mud and it seemed to pull me down with every step, the floor seemed to be alive. There were flashing lights everywhere, flying around my head, and the laughing had become demonic. If someone had told me the devil laughs like that I would believe them, it was that scary, that evil. I was walking up a hill and my thoughts became more crazed as I got more scared. I got to the top and a terrible stench of sh*t hit me. The rancid fumes filled my nostrils but I continued on into the field and there weren't any tents in this part of the field and it suddenly hit me that this was the field were they dumped all the sh*t from the toilets (it wasn't of course). A wave of paranoia hit me, my fear of things I was seeing was gone but I suddenly felt that every single person in the festival had made me think these terrible thoughts and scared me enough to trick me into walking into the field of sh*t. I suddenly realised that everyone was evil in ways that I could never have imagined. I continued to panic but I now wanted to show everyone that I didn't care what they had done to me. <br> <br> I walked and walked, constantly surpressing the urge to start screaming, and I finally found my tent. A wave of great feelings filled me and I suddenly realised how gone I had got. All the fear left me and I started to enjoy the trip for a few seconds. I even managed to laugh at my stupid thoughts from seconds before. As I got into the tent though, a most powerful smell of sh*t hit me. All the panic, all the fears filled me again. I was covered in sh*t, my clothes were covered in this rancid brown sh*t. The view that everyone was conspiring against me returned. These people were driving me mad. I stripped off and started sniffing my clothes, throwing each article out of the tent once I could not find any sh*t stains. I realised I was talking to myself, saying 'this is the worse day of my life' again and again. My friend's younger brother was in the tent and he woke up and acted very strangely (I think that he had never seen a person act so scared and so crazy), and it just confirmed that he too was in on this ruse to drive me nuts. <br> <br> I tried to sleep but I felt the tent was grabbing at me and strange voices were calling to me and the visions in my own head must have been sent from satan himself (well, that's how I felt as the time). I kept talking to myself. I really was mad at this point and I swore to myself that if I survived I would never do this gain. I think I was crying, it really felt like my brain and body was being savaged from within me and that I was going to die or worse. Words can never really describe what I felt, only a person who has had a terrible trip will know what I mean. It was a situation where I knew what true evil was, I could feel it all around me clawing at my soul, and everyone was involved, and I mean everyone in the world. If hell is like that, it is worse than I could have imagined before that bad trip. The story ends well though. <br> <br> Slowly I calmed down, and even managed to control my feeble mind enough to get dressed and go to the toilets. When daylight finally arrived, things felt good. I saw that the reason the tent smelt was because I had kicked a stray cow pat on the way into the tent, there was only sh*t on one of my shoes. I really wasn't covered in sh*t and the sun was rising for the first time that weekend. I felt reborn. I went for a walk and saw the field I had been in, it had been NEXT to the place where they put the sh*t but the field itself was fine. <br> <br> I swore that I would change from that point, and I did, but it still took me a long time to get over my night in hell. I would say to anyone taking LSD not to. You may have one great trip, you may have 100, but when the bad one gets you it will drive you to the point where your mind is no longer your own, and there's many people who have been mentally lost in this world.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1997</td><td width="90">ExpID: 8205</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 7, 2001</td><td>Views: 11,980</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8205&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8205&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) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), 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">9 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">250 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is an account of what was the worst trip of my life. I went to a rave with a friend. On the line to get in, we were chatting with this kid from Ohio who had geltabs for sale. I indicated that I wanted to purchase, but should wait until we get inside. After we got in, I found my new friend and paid him for two black gels. This kid wasn't very slick, he sat down in a corner and took out a rather large sheet of geltabs. Having never taken geltabs before, but having used paper 9-10 times, I thought that I could handle two. All of a sudden, a cop started walking straight in our direction. The dealer, who was tripping freakin' nuts, rips a good amount of that sheet and shoves it in my hands. I immediately threw it into my mouth and swallowed it. <br> <br> After about 20 minutes, it started coming in heavy. REAL heavy. I went to the chill area to eat a pretzel and drink an iced tea. I couldn't swallow the pretzel and would spit it out into my hand. I was then talking to this guy from NYC named Vic, who asked me how much acid I took. I said that I probably took about 9 or 10 doses at once, and that I was freaking out hard. <br> <br> After that, I went to the stands and had a seat, eating a giant pixy stick and smoking a cigarette, because I was tripping far too hard to be dancing or anything. I then blacked out. <br> <br> The next few hours are a muddle...I don't remember much other than screaming 'Kill me' to the nurses, taking a leak, or knocking over some no doubt expensive piece of machinery. <br> <br> It turns out they had to sedate me. <br> <br> I awoke the next day still tripping. This time is still a muddle...I don't remember much because it was so fucking wierd and beyond my comprehension. I don't know whether I was dreaming or conscious. I stared at my hands for what seemed like hours, and the doctors and nurses made fun of me. <br> <br> Next memory was me awakening in a different room a completely changed person. I could tell. My mom had to drive an hour and a half in late June to come pick me up from the hospital. I have never seen her so angry in my entire life. <br> <br> The Tuesday after, I had appendicitis and went to the hospital, where I stayed until Friday. <br> <br> The flashbacks never stopped until about two months after that bad experience. Everything triggered them, from just staring at my hands in a certain way to hearing certain phrases. <br> <br> I will never take acid again, and I am glad for this. I was (and still am, after five months of psychotherapy and antidepressant medication), at least a little, cut off from reality. <br> <br> The moral of this story is to ALWAYS look at what you buy before shoving it in your mouth. <br> <br> peace.....<!-- 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: 162</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: Aug 9, 2001</td><td>Views: 30,079</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=162&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=162&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), Post Trip Problems (8)</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> <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 - Hash</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/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/kava/">Kava</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract)</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/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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My girlfriend and I had some time off, and we decided to trip for three days. We licked blotter, and began hitting the bong with good Mexican hash right away, and drinking burgundy wine. About 2 1/2 hours or so into the acid high, we each swallowed a small bottle (an ounce) of liquid kava kava, and then took two green Ecstasy tablets (about 160 mg we think). Through out the day, we continued to smoke hash on and off, and we each drank 1/2 liters of wine or so. <br> <br> We did this for three days straight. We started at about noon. For all three days...we had pretty intense sex on and off -- esp. when the rolling began. <br> <br> This was the best drug experience we had. I am 190lbs and 6'0', and my girlfriend is 5'4' and about 105lbs. <br> <br> On the last day, I had dropped another dose of acid at 6:00 PM and two more x pills. My girlfriend took another half hit of acid at 6:00 PM and two more x pills. We shared another bottle of liquid kava kava on the last night at about 7:00 PM. <br> <br> We noticed no room spinning -- or any of the negative features of alcohol. We both felt very warm, tingling and numb. I felt extremely numb in my lips. We both felt very light-headed, and 'detached.' The feelings were very powerful, relaxing and peaceful. <br> <br> We felt the rolling about a 1/2 hour after we took the x. It had to be about 4 times as strong...but we did not notice any negative heart racing... We are not sure why. <br> <br> There were no real visual hallucinations other than everything feeling 'fuzzy' and we felt a kind of mystical one-ness. We arranged to be alone in a very peaceful setting -- with relaxing music throughout the day. We slept a very strong 7-9 hours each day...and on the final day -- we both had intense dreams. <br> <br> It seems that the hash and kava kava might have reduced the jitters that we normally feel after rolling. The next day there was little 'hangover' but we both felt a little 'numb,' and agreed that this experience was also very positive, but that it would be hard to do any kind of serious work, as we just wanted to sit back and relax. I think any kind of concentration would have been difficult. <br> <br> During the experiences, we ate light...fruit, salads, breads...but never really had an empty stomach -- and ate three meals each day. <br> <br> This morning -- on the fourth day -- we were fine. Feeling extremely relaxed, lazy, and slightly numb. <br> <br> We think kava kava alone -- or in combination with hash -- took the edge off any hangover. <br> <br> The sex was incredible. It effected my girlfriend greatly -- it had a profound dsinhibiting effect --- to the point where she now claims she claims to want to have the type of sex she was once afraid to try -- anal and light bondage -- which we got into the last few days. This activity was new for me. It is hard to describe, but it seems to 'change' your personality a little, and make you more receptive. <br> <br> We both want to mix these drugs again --- the experience was so wonderful. Usually, we roll about once a month, and normally are very light social drinkers. <br> <br> I am almost afraid to write these words...cause I feel if anyone tries doing what we did --- they would be hooked --- it felt so so good. <br> <br> One more thing --- it seemed like we needed to drink a lot of water...and had felt a bit dehydrated.<!-- 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: 3001</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 15, 2001</td><td>Views: 27,163</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3001&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3001&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Alcohol (61), Cannabis (1), Kava (30), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Multi-Day Experience (13), Sex Discussion (14), 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">350 ug</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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">2 lines</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>(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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> At an outdoor party last summer, i was offered some ketamine which i accepted. I was already high on about 300-400 mcg. of lsd and this i am sure had an effect on the outcome of the experience. My friend and i snorted two large lines of uncut ketamine powder...and the following experience was of galactic importance, at least for me. <br> <br> After about five to ten minutes i was almost immediately in a world where i was part of a whole...my thoughts were but a small piece of the great collective thought...every thought i willed was part of a larger domino effect of others' thoughts...hard to explain...things became weirder. i was a disembodied point of consciousness caught up in a cosmic puzzle...i was at the point where life is created from nothing(?)...warbling its way into existence...we (me and everyone i sensed around me) were all part of some big happening...almost willing the world into existence...after swirling and morphing movements and thoughts, which would be felt and relayed by the greater whole into a final end...it was almost as if i could only do my very small part and just rely on the others to do their's...which i would feel as being jolted around in the large ball of consciousness i was caught up in...a very heavy very real experience. About half an hour(?) into the trip, the whole project had moved to the point that the whole thing we were trying to accomplish rested on my shoulders...it could succeed or fail depending on my actions in the next few seconds...it was all about getting through a hole which you just couldn't quite make it through...it was amazing how at the moment we succeeded...i was thrust back into the physical world in the middle of the woods just as the sun peeked its head over the morning horizon...amazing...we had done it....and i was...i was I WAS JEREMY...wow, what a concept, i was a person, how totally fucking mindblowing...i had no idea of this...but here i was. I found my tripping partner who was in a similar state of dazzlement...and this is where the real fun happened...the experience was of the world feeling me, instead of me feeling the world...everything...the air, everything was pure evergy which i could morph and be morphed by using my whole body...as we moved closer together our consciousnesses sort of got caught up in one another's...i was part of her and she was part of me...we couldn't easily break the bond...it was very hard indeed...we were literally part of each other...no matter how we worked together to get free...every effort failed. We would almost have it, just to realise...we were still trapped...oh how i longed to be my own person again...eventually the energy which had been feeling me all over my body made a rush from my toes and fingertips all the way to my head, leaving me to feel the world as one normally does...this also set us free...a very relieving event...i could walk and run and think of my own free will. <br> <br> This was a pretty heavy trip considering the amount and method of ingestion...but i'm sure the energy of the party, the people, and the forest all related to this being a totally life-confirming experience.<!-- 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: 230</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 19, 2001</td><td>Views: 11,864</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=230&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=230&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Ketamine (31), 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></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">70 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have tripped about 9 times total in my life, and have also combined LSD with ecstasy, marijuana, and amphetamines at various times. I have found that LSD can be a misleading and deceptive drug to some extent, and I believe that accurate reports relating to the clinical effects of LSD should be read by the possible user before dosing. <br> <br> My first trip took place over a whole day. Me and 3 other close friends, two of which had taken LSD before, dropped our acid at about 9:00 in the morning and set off for a trip to the beach. I could not feel the acid kick in until about one and a half hours after we had dropped it. I went swimming while waiting for the acid to hit, and it was a fairly exhilarating experience. In retrospect, it was also incredibly dangerous. <br> <br> That first trip left little side effects (so it appeared) and I did not feel changed or altered to a noticeable level. <br> <br> After taking progressively larger doses of LSD (up to 2 T's) brain alteration became significant. <br> <br> At a rave (dance party) I dropped 2 tabs of the strongest acid I have ever touched, and this completely changed my life. The LSD was obviously in control of both my body & my mind, and this was quite a disconcerting experience. I can remember talking to people I did not know, and being looked at with mystified looks because they could not understand my unraveled chain of thought. The loud techno seemed to work its way into my head, and took control of my soul. <br> <br> I started dancing after the second tab of acid hit me, and I was actually quite scared by the realization that a man-made chemical could be so in control of my entire existence. I can still remember the rush as I melted and merged with the music, as I danced harder and harder in an attempt to work off the endless reserves of energy I seemed to possess. While I was dancing, a girl I did not know walked up to me and calmly stated, 'I believe you have lost this', and handed me a small piece of paper. On this piece of paper was printed, in capital letters 'THE PLOT'. This freaked me out so badly that I could feel my brain and inner consciousness balancing on the brink of insanity. <br> <br> The next day the post acid depression was so acute it was close to an acutely tiring head pain, and I was physically sick from my experience. I did not take acid for close to twelve months after this trip, and have only tripped once since then. I am not going to take LSD any more simply because my body can no longer handle it without suffering horrible after effects.<!-- 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: 324</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: Aug 20, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,918</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=324&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=324&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) : Depression (15), Difficult Experiences (5), 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> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> What have we ever truly expected in the few moments before ingesting LSD?? We might prepare physical settings that surround us with colorful posters, a scenic journey through forestland, or mellow tunes & rhythm. My experience began with no mental or physical preparation whatsoever. <br> <br> Towards the end of my junior year in high school the weather started to ease from winters embrace. Snow melted everywhere and an unusually humid breeze whistled through tall pines. Life slowly began to breathe and flow in my small mountain town once again. This beautiful day gave my friend and I the itch to go hiking up in the hills. We stopped at a friend's house along the way to see if they wanted to come. The three of them agreed and we all decided to go to an abandoned mine and explore. One of them offered my friend and I some acid. I had not expected to trip that day but I was handed two hits of white blotter. I had tripped many times previously so I threw the paper into my mouth. I thought with only two hits I would know what to expect. I was eager to go hiking. <br> <br> It took us only 20 minutes to reach the mine by an uphill trail. White mica laden quartz rocks lay everywhere, reflecting sunlight in every direction around us. An entrance located near the peak of the mountain seemed just what we had hoped for. The mineshaft stood nearly 20 feet high and went about 120 feet into the mountain. <br> <br> 30 minutes went by and I felt nothing yet. Our party ventured inside and the cool air revived our bodies. We walked all the way to the end of the tunnel. Water dripped everywhere, bouncing off rocks above and splattering our faces. I looked at my watch and it had been 45 minutes. I remembered again taking acid and a strange feeling overcame me. 'How could I forget about eating acid?' I thought to myself. I urged my friend to follow me back outside because the trip began to rise. I reached the mouth of the tunnel and I was astonished at what I felt and saw at that moment. <br> <br> I realized that in less than in one hour after ingestion I was seeing more visuals and movement than in peaks of past trips. I could see for miles across the tops of other hills. The pine trees liquefied on the distant hills. The scheme swirled and bounced into a massive blanket of green. Clouds peeled and bounced to the same rhythm as the flow of green before me. The air thickened into an almost gel-like substance. It felt hard to breathe and walk through the thickness. My skin was wet and sticky. I reached down to pick up a piece of quartz rock. I realized my robotic movements and how simplified my thought process had become. I stood up and saw everything was moving in one rhythm trapped inside congruent fractal geometric patterns. I threw the rock and its white tracer lingered long after the rock had landed. My friends and I decided to throw some rocks off the cliff ledge for a while. The tracers were splendid in length and brightness. Once again I looked at my watch and decided that I was tripping my hardest ever, only minutes after the first hour. I then became frightened and began to ponder, 'how long and intense is my trip going to be?' <br> <br> We collected and ventured into the main processing building for rocks and stone. As a massive building it stood 6 stories high with a solid wooden frame structure. Walking inside I noticed dust and rocks swirling into the same fractal geometrics as the trees. The grains on the lumber flowed like wet paint applied by an invisible brush or roller. The lines inside of the wood shone in a brilliant iridescent green and blue. I was continuing to get surges of psychedelic energy that told me I was still on the rise of my trip. After walking around some more we went back to the vehicles. My trip had only started and I knew that it was going to be a very long night. <br> <br> The ride back to my friend’s house only took 10 minutes and it was almost erotic. The vehicle floated around every corner and the blackness of the asphalt never stopped expanding. Anxiety from this set in to me and it infested my tonal as I became a lost cause. There was no turning back now. I began to forget what it was like to be normal. I felt like I had been tripping my entire life and I knew no different. I knew that I must have been climaxing at that point. I had no grounds on what to compare my state to, reality seemed a dream I wanted to return to. <br> <br> My friend, (who was on the same dosage, but not tripping as hard as me), took me to a hill with a rocky outlook. From that vantage point I saw mist and low clouds begin to sweep across the tree tops. It looked like rain was to come. We sat and I told my friend that the trip was too intense and I wanted to live no longer. I looked up and saw unusually low fog blowing from left to right across the tree line. The fog took the tops of trees right off and scattered them in the air I imagined it looked like a dandy lion would when blown upon, sending airborne chutes aloft. <br> <br> My tonal weakened and I walked back down to the house, grabbed a guitar and plucked my death song. A patch in the grass looked comfortable to die in. I played the slow three note song like it was my own funeral. Another good friend of mine showed up and I embraced him with a hug. He was shocked at such a move until he saw my eyes and facial expression. I was mournful for myself. I thought it would be the last time we would ever meet. <br> <br> My grass patch called me. I wanted to lay down and end it all. I could not talk any more and I was expressing sadness, anxiety, fear and dumbfoundedness all at once. Several hours of this plateau and it diminished into a state of drunkenness from keg beer. I found myself again surrounded by friends, a beer in my hand and walking about some sort of party. It amazed me how I eased back into reality when I thought it just a dream to only be visited. These feelings stayed inside of me for many months afterwards. I was certain that I had died. <br> <br> Timothy Leary once wrote that a trip is a dying experience of certain things such as emotion, or a person’s ego. For me it was my life. I have never stopped using acid for it can be a learning experience, bad or good. <br> <br> I seethe upon peeling clouds, bouncing trees and lines of saturation. I am crispened into intricate frames of fractal geometric patterns.<!-- 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: 3443</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 20, 2001</td><td>Views: 10,427</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3443&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3443&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), 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">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">105 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My name is Kayla, I'm 17 years old and now sober. I had this experience on acid; it was fucking insane. I HATE acid. I know a lot of people that would disagree with me but this is my opinion: Acid is a very dangerous drug and you really do have to be prepared for a trip. Anything and everything will affect it, even shit from when you were 6 years old. I've had a really messed up life so the first time I tripped was crazy. Here's my story..... <br> <br> One day I was just kickin it with my friends and they invited me to a rave. It was my first rave so I felt a little awkward there but then I saw a few friends and felt a little more comfortable. It was about 11:30pm when my friend found some acid and we decided we both wanted to trip. We each bought 5 hits of blotter acid and took them all at once. At about 12:15, I started feeling weird, not hallucinating, but I just wasn't comfortable and I started noticing things change, like my fingers were discolored and it looked disgusting. My arms and wrists looked like they were bleeding everywhere and I turned to a friend and asked them if I was bleeding everywhere and they all just sat and laughed at me and told me I was, and that scared the hell out of me. That's when I realized how fucked up I was. I started to peak an hour later, and when someone talked to me, I couldn't understand them, it sounded like they were rats and they were just squealing so I'd run away...and the bass at the party was making me think like a psycho, like how much I just wanted to kill someone or what if I die....weird thoughts kept going through my head. I didn't know what to do with myself, I started puking, I couldn't understand anyone, my arms and legs felt like they were about to fall off, I thought I was bleeding everywhere, and the worst part is, none of my friends cared. They just laughed at me like I was their entertainment and pretending all of this. <br> <br> That's all I remember from there on. I don't remember shit. All I know is I woke up at my friend's and I was completely out of it for 3 days. I was practically delusional. I wouldn't respond if anyone said my name and I couldn't walk. Some of the other odd things people said I did: I tried to run through a brick wall in front of the paramedics, and I was sweating and crying for about 2 hours. As for my friend, she was hospitalized and put into rehab for months. The doctors said her heartbeat was going up and down so rapidly she could have died any second....I guess I was just lucky, I took the exact same acid, off the same sheet, the same amount, and we weigh exactly the same. <br> <br> That's my story....you might laugh, but believe me, if that was you, it wouldn't be so funny......anyway, if you're gonna do acid, do it in a safe place you're familiar with and with people that care and have done it before. If it's your first time, know what to expect and don't take more than two hits your first time!!<!-- 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: 314</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 6, 2001</td><td>Views: 26,455</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=314&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=314&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), Post Trip Problems (8), Second Hand Report (42), First Times (2), 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">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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My most memorable 'trip' is one that now occupies my every thought and action. It has entirely changed my perceptions of existence, evolution, spirituality, conciousness. It was an experience at home, there were three of us. I took only one hit. We set the atmosphere by lighting with blacklights and candles, and we listened to goa music (some call it psychedelic trance). <br> <br> I felt the acid creeping on, the giddyness, the happiness, the visuals, dancing and moving with the fluidity that acid provides. As I was dancing in a room by myself, I was struck with a feeling that could only be described as divine. I began to sense that inside me there were two selves. Perhaps it is incorrect to separate the two, but in order to illustrate my point here, I will do so. <br> <br> We have a face to the world, we have our personalities, our likes and our dislikes, our ambitions, and our fears. We have our insecurities as well. But this divine self in us knows not of insecurity. It is a feeling almost equal to pride, only it is not egotistical, it is not arrogant, it's not a feeling of 'Look...I'm better than you'...it's a feeling of 'LOOK...I'm equal to you...and aren't we fabulous!!'...it is divine. :) Each of us is divine, but our perceptions of ourselves become muddled in this world by fear, and prejudice, and society...blame it on whatever, we lose that connection to our spiritual/subconscious selves. <br> <br> Once I had discovered this, I had new clarity, new purpose, new focus and understanding. I realized that this being is my consciousness. From there, I lay down, closing my eyes. Exotic patterns circled through my mind, changing in color and shape with the music. At first it was two dimensional, and then it became three dimensional, and I seemed to travel into the patterns, until I was inside the very 'fibres' of that pattern, and then it was a molecule, and then I was inside the atom, and then inside the sub-atomic particle....until I realized that I was no longer aware of my physical body. I was like a mind, floating in space...hehe...rather, I was like eyes...exploring. <br> <br> I could look out into the vastness and see only energy, see all worldly things, as the same energy. It was in this vast nothingness (allness), where I realized that my conciousness could travel wherever it pleased. That one could still be self-aware, without being physical. That the physical world is only ONE state of being. I realized that when the physical body dies, if we are in control of our own consciousness, we can still be aware, and exist in another state. Therefore, there is no such thing as death. <br> <br> I saw life as energy, all things are just energy in a different form. What makes a human different from another form is that we have a consciousness, and we are self-aware. I realized many things. I believe that we choose our parents. I believe that our spirits are constantly evolving. All these things I don't just believe...but I know. What is true for me, is not necessarily true to another. There is a huge difference between believing, feeling, and knowing. Before, I believed and felt the concepts of reincarnation, of different states of consciousness, of energies. Now, at last, I have seen. <br> <br> I floated back to the physical world, back to 'reality', only to go to bed shortly after. I fell into lucid dreaming for the first time, which was fascinating. I woke up feeling rested, yet knowing full well I had been self-aware the whole time, I had been 'awake' and exploring. The lucid dreaming continued for two days afterwards. <br> <br> There isn't much that can make me unhappy these days, as I am more in control of my own reality. I look forward to my next 'trip', I look forward to expanding my understanding. Such experiences must not only be recognized, but taken and applied to life. I can only continue to evolve.<!-- 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: 320</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 7, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,170</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=320&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=320&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), 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">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The experience was proabably one of the terrible trips of my life. I took acid thinking it would just be like weed, where I would be tripping and laughing, little did I realize that acid can take you into a different world where your not in touch with reality, nor your body and soul. Shortly after I consumed acid I was seeing the world in a new view, like another dimension. Though objects did look cool, I was in miserable hell, I felt like a lost, extrememly lonely girl who has fallen into a deep dark hole and no one was there to help me. <br> <br> Also while I was on acid I had a reality check, I hated all my friends and I felt like everyone was out there to get me, all my thoughts were negative and I wanted to inflict my pain upon everyone. I was in complete paranoia and my false worries turned into reality, I was in ultimate hell and i could'nt get out. Though I did regret the experience I wish I would have done it around someone I really loved and trusted, becuase even though I had a bad trip I can see how drugs sometimes can be a beautiful thing if done right and with the right person. It can become a magical substance that can give you an experience out of this world.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5985</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 31, 2001</td><td>Views: 11,842</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5985&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5985&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>(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">85 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> About a month ago, I went to a folk festival with my family and my boyfriend. I've been wanting to try acid for a long time; me and my boyfriend have been trying to get a hold of it for months. He's done it before, and said it is the best drug out there. Well finally we acquired 6 hits- on marshmallows- from a kid in school (we're still in high school, 17 years old). I decided to take one, he would take two, and then we'd save the rest. So we brought it to the campground with us, and were planning on taking it on Friday night, when all the good bands were playing. <br> <br> We ate a little dinner, and took a walk up the street at about 6:30 and ate one marshmallow each. About five minutes later, I could already feel the effects. (Tip: before you do a more serious mind-altering drug like LSD, I recommend trying some other psychedelics before - I've experimented with mushrooms, DXM, and morning glory seeds. This way you'll get a familiar feeling when you trip. This is important so you know what to expect and you don't freak out). It was the usual light-headed, almost drunk feeling. We wandered around for about 45 minutes, but nothing really progressed for either of us- the same feeling as before. So we decided to eat another one each. So it was then 7:15, and I had taken two hits, and he had three. <br> <br> My little sister was tagging along that night: as most 13 year olds, she was being really annoying, and my boyfriend John* was getting nervous. He knew that she'd bug him out. (Setting is very important- only choose to be around people who you trust, and people who will make you feel relaxed and calm in this type of situation). So after about 30 more minutes of hearing my little sister beg us for a hit, we gave it to her. (Bad Idea #1- we knew she wouldn't be able to handle it, even though she's experimented with alcohol and marijuana before). <br> <br> So at 7:45, an hour and fifteen minutes after Hit #1, and 30 minutes since Hit #2, we went down to the field to watch the show. At that time, I was feeling extremely intoxicated. I expected it to be more like being high on weed- but it was definitely like being drunk, or a strong DXM trip. It was getting dark, and I was getting confused (Setting again- be comfortable where you are taking this drug, don't take it in an unfamiliar scene). We made it down to the field, and chilled in the back, where we knew my parents wouldn't find us (Bad Idea #2- taking LSD around parents). <br> <br> These little kids had glow necklaces and were throwing them in the air. It looked so awesome- the patterns and the trails had begun. I sent my little sister over to a vendor and she bought three. We were just laying there on the ground, swinging them around- it was like being at a laser light show. It was 8:15- I was feeling really good, smiling, and thinking 'this is why I'm alive'. Then, John's attitude started to change. It was really cold out- but he was like, rocking back and forth, sweating. I was trying to tell him how cool everything was- we were in a different world, people were walking by in slow motion, there were patterns everywhere, and everything was alive. But whenever I opened my mouth, he'd tell me to shut up. <br> <br> I was getting scared, because I was afraid that he was gonna have a bad trip- he kept repeating 'I'm never doing this again...this was a bad idea...I wish this would stop'. Then I started thinking these ideas. This dude walked up and asked me something, I answered him back, and when he walked away I realized it was my dad. It was about 9:30. My little sister was chewing on her long sleeved shirt- it was soaked. She looked insane-you couldn't see her blue eyes- only huge pupils, and she looked like a rabid dog. My boyfriend was laying on the ground, with his eyes covered, shaking. I was getting really scared for him. I was trying to calm him down. <br> <br> Eventually, the concert ended, and it was about 11:30- but it felt like we were there for a couple days. My trip was starting to go bad, between my little sister and John, my mind began to race- when is this gonna end? what time is it? what happens when my parents come up? everyone around us knows! what if a dog attacks me? Well my parents found us again, and we tried to act normal, but my little sister kept saying that she was having so much fun, and I knew we were being shady. We walked up the hill to the campsite, which seemed to take forever, and my parents stopped and gave us the camper key, because they were gonna stop by the bathroom. My dad handed it to me and said 'it's the perforated one'. But aren't all keys perforated? It seemed like everyone else were the ones who were messed up, not us! <br> <br> Well, we got lost on the way back to the camper. My parents were there before us, and they kept asking us where we were. We were freaking out, because it only seemed like we were lost for 5 minutes- but on acid, your timing is messed up- in reality it could've been 2 hours. We walked into the camper and we started to get ready for bed. There was no way I couldn't changed my clothes, or washed my face or brushed my teeth. I was sitting on my bed, and John was looming over me, and I kept asking him where we were and what we were doing in my camper, and when are we going home? (Another good reason to be in a comfortable situation). We climbed into bed, and my dad was outside listening to trance music. Not tonight! we thought. It was one o' clock,I had been tripping for about 6 hours, and it didn't seem like it was going to stop. I shut my eyes, but the trance music was causing some crazy closed-eye visuals. <br> <br> Then my mind lapsed to a book I had been reading about the Vietnam war. I started freaking out because I thought the Congs were going to come and shoot my family. I was hiding under my sheets, sweating, and I realized something was really uncomfortable in my mouth. I was chewing gum. It was dark in the camper, my parents had already gone to be (2 am) and I reached into my mouth to get the gum out. Well I went to throw it in the trash can next to me, and it wouldn't get off my finger! I took my other hand and tried to pull it off, but it was stuck between my hands then. I kept trying to get it off, and I was getting incredibly afraid that it would end up on my face or in my hair, and I started crying, and I jumped up out of bed. My mom looked over and was like, what's the matter! So I told her that I had gum stuck on my hands. She helped me get it off, and was giving me wierd looks (because I still had my clothes and makeup on). <br> <br> I was getting back into bed, and I looked on the top bunk and John was there, wrapped up in his sheets, staring at me, and completely sweaty. I kissed him and went back into my bed. The rest of the night was full of unwelcomed and sometimes scary patterns on the wooden walls, and wierd noises. Finally I heard the alarm clock go off: it was 6 a.m., and time for John to drive me back home to get ready for work. We went to the Wawa down the road, looking like serious crap. I walked in, and this guy in front of me in line had a huge orange spider crawling up his back. I was so frightened and disturbed that I almost started screaming, and when I paid and left, I walked out and told John. <br> <br> We then figured out that we were still trippin. John admitted that he took too much, and he was on the border of having a really bad trip. The three of us drove home, in the fog, and I got in the shower (which was really strange) and put on my makeup and left for work. I was at work, and still tripping till about 10 a.m. <br> <br> I learned a lot of things from that night: <br> <br> 1) Setting is very important- make it a comfortable and familiar place, with trusting people. <br> 2) always test the substance out for strength before you use it. <br> 3) make sure you don't have to do anything serious the next day. <br> 4) Don't do this in front of parents. <br> <br> We decided that we would try this again in the future, but only 1 hit each, and during the day, so it won't disturb our sleep so much. Overall, it was a beautiful experience, but you just have to be very prepared and careful.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 7815</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 31, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,831</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7815&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7815&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), Difficult Experiences (5), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">61 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Esto sucedió hace varios años, pero aún recuerdo todo con fascinación. <br> Por esa época me encontraba tomando bastante LSD, siguiendo algo que no sabía bien que era, pero que de alguna forma estaba relacionado con mi espíritu.Guiaba mis viajes con el Libro Tibetano de los Muertos (Bardo Thödol)y procuraba elegir lugares solitarios y momentos especialmente propicios. Durante un mes tomé cinco dosis de lsd, 'Panoramix 200' y creo que esto determinó la última experiencia.Con una amiga fuimos al Cajón del Maipo,(un lugar cordillerano en la región metropolitana de Chile.) <br> <br> Tomamos nuestras dosis en un túnel de tren abandonado, a las 11 am. Como de costumbre, no probé bocado alguno 24 horas antes y nos alimentamos sólo de jugo de naranjas. <br> <br> Los efectos no tardaron en aparecer (10 min!!!), séntí que 'algo' me llamaba dentro del túnel, así que me devolví, dejando a mi amiga que comenzaba a reir y a dar vueltas sobre sí.A diferencia de otras veces, el ácido me golpeó físicamente con convulsiones y sensaciones de 'náuseas purpuras', estaba muy irritable y sofocado.Estaba débil y agotado. Necesitaba imperiosamente estar SOLO. <br> <br> A medida que entraba al túnel sentía que el suelo tenía una pendiente y las murallas se hacían mas estrechas. Sentí real miedo, ya que sabía muy bien que el lugar NO ERA ASÍ CUANDO ENTRAMOS!! <br> <br> Era como un 'daescensum ab infernos'. Veía gusanos cuadriculados de colores rojo y verde luminosos que pasaban zumbando a mi lado y el suelo seguía conduciéndome hacia abajo. En un momento me detuve y me devolví. Entonces ví algo increíble: ME VI A MI MISMO EN VARIAS POSICIONES, CONGELADO,EN ACTITUD DE CAMINAR. Un efecto óptico que nadie podría explicarme. Me detuve nuevamente y decidí continuar, a esa altura ya no sentía miedo ni fascinación, sinó un profundo recogimiento.Ya no estaba dentro de un túnel, ya no era yo, o estaba disgregado, ya no estaba mi amiga ni nada en mi mente, no tenía absolutamente NADA.En ese momento tuve la visión más fabulosa de mi vida(en vigila)...me encontraba en el borde de un lago enorme, de color verde fosforescente, detrás de mucha gente. Veía sus siluetas inmóviles y escuchaba un zumbido similar al 'OM' pero sin vocales ni inflexiones 'humanas'. <br> <br> Al medio del lago se construía a si mismo una especie de edificio surrelista, como los que pintaba el Bosco.Sus 'ladrillos' eran similares a las celdas de la naranja o el limón. No recuerdo cuánto tiempo estuve allí ni que hice, la escena no parecía destinada a terminar y, de hecho, cada vez que la recuerdo viene a mí la imágen nítida del castillo en el lago. Cuando salí me encontré con mi amiga y le invité a entrar, pero ya no había nada. Después nos dedicamos a hacer las usuales locuras del ácido; a sacar maravillosas conclusiones, a revolcarnos en el césped inventando idiomas, a reírnos de nuestros rostros, caminar, caminar, caminar y caminar...hasta que todo a nustro alrededor se despidió del sol con una indescriptible degradación cromatico-sonora y la noche nos trajo alguna que otra figurilla de colores locos.Sacando cuentas, el efecto cúlmine duró 6 horas...<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1996</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2647</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 6, 2001</td><td>Views: 4,439</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2647&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2647&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), 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">0.375 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/syrian_rue/">Syrian Rue</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(tea)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I acquired 3/8 of an ounce of fine ground Syrian rue seed powder. I made it into a tea by boiling the powder in a coffee filter and squeezing it. I filled the abominable tea with sugar, and half and half. Downed the brew in a swift gulp and then proceeded to ingest some LSD, roughly 2 hits. <br> <br> I have taken large LSD doses of upwards of 15 hits and never had any adverse physical reactions. I have also taken Syrian rue before (with LSD), but never more than 1/8 of an ounce. This was all done with a friend of mine who took a little less than a 1/8 of Syrian rue and also two hits of acid. It was acid from the same sheet and Syrian rue from the same bag. He had no adverse effects. <br> <br> I knew something was wrong almost immediately. Heavy visuals began within 5-10 minutes of taking the LSD and the Syrian rue. I am not sure if the MAOI increased the uptake of the LSD or if the visuals were purely the Syrian rue. Although I was enjoying myself my body seemed to say 'hello! Hello!! What are you doing you crazy bastard. This is it, you've done it.' No particular pains yet, just an overwhelming feeling of distress. <br> <br> Roughly 45 minutes later (I really do not know) I began to have very, very severe stomach pains. I stumbled to my room looking for the sanctuary of my space and the comfort of my cats. But it grew worse, I was a being faced with not being, and I was as frightened as any being could be. I began violently vomiting, luckily in the cat's litter box. It was then that I faced my death. I no longer cared if I died on the spot or in sixty years. <br> <br> It was not a dislike of life; it was an acceptance of my own mortality. Yes I would fight my death, but I would not anguish over my death. I have always tried to understand my mortality, known that I would die. But it was never a possibility NOW, always much much later. But my death was here. I accepted and understood that I would no longer exist. As my death drew nearer and my vomiting more violent, my thoughts became placid and less distressed. Then death left me, I felt fine, besides a sore throat and some mild nausea. More than nauseous, I felt disappointed. I truly believed it was my time (whether it was true or not is not for me to decide) that I would die that night. And I was calm. Accepting of what has happened.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10581</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 15, 2001</td><td>Views: 18,411</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10581&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10581&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) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), 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 --> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> [Erowid Note: According to an article in the Feb 18, 2008 Army Times, the U.S. has stopped LSD testing military wide due to the low number of positive results detected in the past three years.] <br> <br> I was reading on your site that you did not know if LSD was tested for in the military. <br> <br> The U. S. Air Force definitely tests for LSD. I know this because I was kicked out on a dirty test. They use the GC/MS test and their cut off level is 200pg/ml. The Air Force can and will court-martial an airmen for just coming up positive, they feel the test is all the evidence they need. <br> <br> I do know the Army and Navy use the same test as the Air force and all three use Brooks Lab. When any test regardless of the drug comes up positive the lab re-runs the test if the test comes under fire by the soldier the lab will run the test again at the same lab instead of another lab. (Jacked up I think) Wrongful use of LSD in the military can get you 5yr's in jail. The thing to remember is LSD has four components, You have ISO LSD and LSD which breakdown into four parts or isomers, and L and D on each. We know that the only active component of LSD under which it is reasonably likely that a person would feel the effects is the D isomer of the LSD so we would ignore the L isomer of LSD, the D isomer of ISO LSD and the L isomer of ISO LSD. So it is possible to come in contact with LSD and feel NO effect. I hope this will help someone.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10695</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 19, 2001</td><td>Views: 26,399</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10695&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10695&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">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </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 have not had a lot of experience with hallucinogens; the number of times I've tripped can be counted on one hand. In an effort to keep from scaring myself, I've tried to keep my doses relatively low--but I've found myself to be somewhat hardheaded when it comes to the effectiveness of drugs in general, so for this experience, I decided to up my dose a bit. <br> <br> At an outdoor party I went to in August, I bought myself three hits of acid for $12 and dropped at exactly 2:03 AM. Within an hour, I felt the now-familiar acid stomach, and had to sit down for a while. <br> <br> After the queasiness wore off, I went back to the dance floor and bounced around for a while. Before too long, I needed to pee, and knowing how unfun peeing can be in the dark woods, even when sober, I decided to take off before the acid really kicked in. <br> <br> I found myself a nice little tree and began happily relieving myself. Halfway through, though, the 'cid hit me like a brick wall--all of a sudden, my vision exploded with small, repeated, swirling patterns, and from the corner of my eye, my shadow looked like it was trying to attack me. I got all paranoid and felt like there were people sneaking up on me, so I finished my business as quickly as possible and returned to the party. <br> <br> In the light, the visuals had faded, and all I felt was somewhat energetic and euphoric. I danced for a while longer, and then looked up again around 4 AM, and the people outside of the dance area looked very blurred--somewhat similar to the appearance the world takes on under the effects of nitrous oxide. Sometimes, when people moved, they appeared to be leaving trails, but this was only the case when they were farther off, not right in front of me. <br> <br> I was tired of dancing, so I went and sat down. I hadn't sat long when, despite my earlier bladder-purging efforts, the cold mountain air made it necessary for me to head back out into the dark, scary woods--this time, the acid in full effect. <br> <br> I returned to the tree of before, only to find that there were people sitting around it, talking. I wondered what thsee folks were doing sitting by a tree in the dark, but I didn't question it; I just moved on. The next tree I stopped at, there were people sitting around, too. Gave up on that one. Finally, I found an unpopulated tree, and prepared myself for action--only then did I spot the sitters under it. <br> <br> By this point I was pretty freaked out. What the heck were all these people doing here? It was obviously a bad idea for me to go off by myself. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to pull out the flashlight in my pocket, and upon turning it on, all the tree-squatters disappeared and I could carry about my business in solitude. <br> <br> The party continued for several more hours, and I sort of forgot about the fact that I'd taken any acid. When I wasn't really paying attention to it, the effects didn't manifest--I had to actually actively try to make hallucinations show up. I wasn't mentally impaired to a great degree, but I was rather spacey--I was prone to staring off in one direction for a long time without blinking. (At one point, I was asked, 'What are you on? We can't figure it out,' so I suppose I was obviously intoxicated, even though I didn't think I looked that way.) <br> <br> The party was broken up by the cops around 5, and the hour-long drive home was one of the shortest-seeming and most enjoyable car rides I've ever had. <br> <br> When I got back to my house, I went to my backyard clubhouse with my friends and smoked a bowl. Marijuana obviously potentiates the hallucinogenic effects of LSD, because before I smoked, I really didn't see anything...but afterwards, the wood-paneled walls were swirling like plasma, with little spots of lights on them in rapidly changing colors. <br> <br> That was about it. This effect lasted until about T +8:00, at which point I basically lost my ability to function, but could not sleep at all. I didn't move much for the next two hours, by which point the effects had completely worn off. <br> <br> What I have learned: <br> <br> --Pot does good things to me when tripping. <br> --Never to pee alone in the dark.<!-- 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: 2765</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 28, 2001</td><td>Views: 786</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2765&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2765&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), Nature / Outdoors (23), 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="/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 --> LSD has had a very negative impact on my life. The experience I relate here is my first and only experience with the drug, and I intend to make it my last. Prior to dropping acid, I had been smoking pot for about a year, and I continue to use marijuana. <br> <br> I dropped the acid on a two-day vacation to a very liberal city. I don't remember exactly what time it was, but it was summer and the sun was just setting when I chewed the blotter. I tripped with a companion who had had prior experience with acid. As the effects came on, I found myself enjoying the sensation of the trip. I listened to some music, and it was amazing in its beauty. <br> <br> My memories of the trip are sketchy, but I have a few very distinct images: Getting freaked out and scared by the convoluted passageway into/out of my hotel room, sitting on the front steps of the hotel getting all freaked out and feeling the lowest I've ever felt in my life, vomiting in the back seat of a taxi and briefly returning to a euphoric state, and seeing the sun come up in my hotel room as the drug slowly wore off. <br> <br> Overall, the trip was frightening and depressing. It has been three months since I dropped the acid, and I still find my outlook on life shifted toward the negative end of the spectrum. Since the trip, my self-confidence has suffered, and I have struggled to feel fulfilled in my life. <br> <br> Not that I am completely depressed as a result of the trip; I still love and enjoy life, but I think that the trip had a definite negative impact on my psyche. My outlook on things tends to be more pessimistic, and I find myself searching nostalgically for the near-constant happiness that I once knew. I have done much soul-searching, and am contemplating seeking professional psychological help. <br> <br> I would advise against the use of LSD; its impact on me was not positive in any way.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10891</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 28, 2001</td><td>Views: 9,156</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10891&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10891&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), 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">150 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>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">185 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was the New Year's celebration of 1995, and I found myself at my first rave, with my first hit of acid in my hand. It was an experience that was long overdue, and one which I highly looked forward to. I consulted just about every friend I knew who tried that wonderful drug which I was holding onto with immense anticipation. I knew all about the LSD experience, for preparation was my safety harness against bad trips. Finally, as I put the tiny white paper in my mouth, my stomach quenched with nervousness and fear. <br> <br> 'Was I really prepared to experience this?' I thought. But as the wonderful sounds of Trance filled my ears with bliss, the fear quickly diminished. <br> <br> After about 45 minutes I was thinking to myself, either one of my best friends ripped me off, or I must be immune to this compound. Then, in that very second, fantasy merged with reality, as a cartoon train literally came out of one of the television sets which I was viewing. It circled the room and returned back to the world it came from. From that moment, everything around me was surreal. Colors were so intense that I was in awe of how limiting visual perception is in our everyday lives. Music acquired a life of its own, and it was a part of me. People around me became fellow explorers in a quest to reach ultimate bliss and fulfillment. Life was so full and wonderful at that moment, that my only wish was immortality in this beautiful state. <br> <br> The trip was a wonderful journey, one which had an immense impact on my life. Since being introduced to this divine world, my outlook on life changed. Beauty of everyday life made its presence know to me long after the trip was over. I learned to see the extraordinary in the ordinary. In other words, LSD was my window to a heavenly bliss, which in many forms persisted and embodied itself in life as I know it.<!-- 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: 2885</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 30, 2001</td><td>Views: 10,447</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2885&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2885&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), Glowing Experiences (4), 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">500 ug</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</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">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was 16 at the time of this experience. I had my friend Pete over to my house for a night of tripping on acid. In the morning we picked up 2 microdots, which we were told contained 500ug of LSD. This number didn't mean much to us, and we had had previous experiences with a weaker strength of microdot orally. Tonight, we decided that we would like to heighten the trip by insufflating the microdots. <br> <br> At 7:00, we each crushed our microdots and got two straws to snort with. We were in my brother's bedroom, both feeling in a positive mood. I went first and snorted my microdot. Instantly, I felt an insane rush of evil come over my body. The taste of the powder was like sucking on a Tylenol and it was dripping down the back of my throat. I suddenly felt like I was going to vomit, so I rushed to the washroom and hovered over the toilet for 5 minutes. <br> <br> When I returned to the room, Pete had snorted his and was sitting in the corner grinning mischievously. I laid down on the couch and tried to calm myself. All of a sudden, objects in the room started shifting and walls started breathing. I looked over at a painting on the wall and a light mist in the shape of a person began to shift off the wall. <br> <br> At 30 minutes after insufflation, I was getting mad visuals. Textures were infinitely complex and beautiful. The early nausea had faded away, perhaps because I was involved in what was happening around me. I looked over at Pete and he continued to smile and stare at everything he could, trying to absorb all there was around us. <br> <br> We never moved from our positions for 4 hours, because the happenings around us were sufficient to more than amuse us for that time. At about 5 hours after ingestion, the visuals began to weaken but were still very nice and slow. At this time, we ventured out of the room we were in and watched the Pantera home video, also snacking on chips and pop, which felt amazing gracing my stomach. By 6 hours after ingestion, <br> we were down completely. A beautiful experience except for the first 10 minutes of coming up, which were physically burdening.<!-- 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: 3108</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 16, 2001</td><td>Views: 9,939</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3108&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3108&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="#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 --> First off, let me say that Ive done over 200 doses of LSD and around 50 doses of mushrooms in my college days. The biggest dose I've ever done was 9 triple dip hits of micro dots ( called 'triple-dip-hippie-shit'). I've never had a bad trip, in fact I dont believe there are bad trips just people in the wrong mindset who shouldnt be doing the drug, or any drugs for that matter. <br> <br> Like the other reports I have read, I have never had a 'bad' flashback either. I know people who have done well over 1000 hits of Lsd and they have never had a flashback. I would note though that I have felt a mild euphoria at times almost reminiscent of a mild lsd dosage, but it was very pleasent and welcomed with open arms. I dont think it was the LSD, but in fact the new perception on reality that I have learned. <br> <br> I know longer look at things the same again, I've learned to control my surroundings by using my imagination to see the subtle things that I would never have noticed. Music, paintings, geometrical shapes, they just all seem to make sense now, like they have been hiding something from me for all those years until I opened up my mind to them.<!-- 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: 11334</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 16, 2001</td><td>Views: 11,150</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11334&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11334&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), Glowing Experiences (4), 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">1 drop</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My first (and only) experience on acid was one of the most intense times of my life. I was a freshman in college at the time and smoked pot pretty regularly. So one night when I had already been drinking at a party I took one hit of liquid acid (black magic I think it was called) I assumed that it would be pretty cool but I wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of the experience. <br> <br> My first mistake was drinking beforehand. Secondly, I was with a group that I know consider to be more of acquaintances than friends. Finally, I was not prepared for what I experienced. <br> <br> After taking the hit my tongue immediately had strange sensations running through it. After that though relatively nothing happened for a while. When the acid finally kicked in it was fun at first. There was a DJ spinning (techno was never a favorite of mine but it sounded really good early that night). A female friend of mine was there with me at first as well. We hung out for a while and then went back to her room. I played my djembe which was also fun. However, shortly after that another guy came by and she started talking to him too. I began to feel really insecure. I still to this day don’t know if she like really ditched me that nite but it seemed like it to me in the altered state I was in. I was really down at this point but I decided to go back to the party. <br> <br> The techno that had sounded good earlier now seemed to be laughing at me. With each pulse of the strobe light I felt worse and more depressed. I decided that I would go back to my dorm room (which was in the same building I was in) and go to sleep (little did I know that my night was just beginning). I started looking for my keys at the party. This usually normal task of looking for lost keys was made much more difficult by the acid. I looked everywhere but still couldn’t find them. It was at this point I came really really close to freaking out. A friend carried me back to her room and tried to calm me down. I was completely oblivious to reality. I though I was going to die. I even at one point wanted to jump out the window. But, I kept making myself come back to reality when I had the thoughts. I started thinking all the strangers around me in the room were undercover cops and going to arrest me. All the other ppl left besides me and her and her friend (who I also trusted) I made the girl lock the door and push her chest of drawers in front of it to keep the police out. And I still didn’t have my damn keys. She gave me a big blanket and a teddy bear (it made me feel better). So I hugged the bear and watched a movie with her. This girl singlehandedly made a difference by helping me out. I really believe that I would have freaked out a I’m sure the cops would have been called, the university and my parents would have been notified. <br> <br> About half way through the movie I started feeling really good. So after the movie I decided I would go back to my room, forget about my keys and knock on the door and get my roomate to unlock it. When I approached the door it was unlocked! Then when I opened my door to my bedroom I saw my keys! The sun was rising right outside my window and seemed to form a halo around my keys, like some kind of divine intervention. It was a really cool moment. And it seemed to be the theme of my trip: one can spend one’s whole life looking for something that they already have in the most obvious place. After having this realization my trip started being loads of fun. I put on some Bob Marley and started having really neat visuals. At one point my skin looked like the ocean. It had waves and stuff on my bare belly. I saw some pretty neat trails as well. All in all I tripped for nearly 18 hours. So I guess the moral of this whole story is that I should not take acid unless completely prepared, and even if I decide to it might be a good idea, to start out with weaker stuff. I hope this helps somebody, somewhere.<!-- 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: 4452</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 18, 2001</td><td>Views: 9,857</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4452&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4452&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), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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">142 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was the first day of summer, and I was just sitting around at home wishing I had something to do. Then I remembered that I had 5 hits sitting in my freezer that were a little over a week old. I considered myself to be an experienced tripper, and at the time I had done acid about 30 or so times before and had taken 3 hits of very strong acid and peaked in front of my mom without her knowing. So I figured I could handle 5 hits of week-old acid. <br> <br> I let the sweettarts (that's what the liquid was dropped on) sit in my mouth and I layed down on my bed to relax and enjoy the rest of my trip. Before the hits had even started to melt, I remembered that I had a whippet in my room that I had just gotten the day before and I was really interested in seeing the effects of a trip with nitrous oxide. After the hits dissolved, I got a cracker my friend let me borrow. I punctured the cartridge and filled up a big purple balloon until it seemed like it was going to pop. <br> I took in 3 of the biggest, deepest inhales that I could manage and held them in for about 15 or so seconds each. After the first two inhales I felt really buzzed and lightheaded. I was holding in the third hit of nitrous about ten minutes after the acid had dissolved. <br> <br> I hadn't really been concentrating on anything while breathing in the whippet except sucking in and holding. But before I had started to exhale I closed my eyes and got the feeling that I was moving forward slowly. Less than a second later I seemed to be shooting through space fast enough to break the sound barrier. I didn't recognize myself as a being or something that lived and breathed oxygen. I just vaguely had the idea that I was some object in some form of existence soaring through the galaxy. This was a very extreme state of being fucked up, but it was not at all unpleasant or frightening. After about a minute of this (probably a few seconds) I didn't seem to slow down; I just sort of seemed to fall back down to earth really quickly and come back into my body and return to reality. <br> <br> The second this happened, I opened my eyes and I was tripping the hardest I had ever been in my life. Trails would hang in the air for what seemed like a good five minutes. And everything had energy waves flowing off of it. The waves were either good or bad, kind of like an aura around everything. I don't know why they were good or bad waves, they just were and it just kind of made sense. <br> <br> The rest of the trip was pretty much just a VERY HARD acid trip and I was feeling effects of it well into the next day. One point of the trip that sticks out the most to me was when the walls of my room zoomed up to about a foot away from my body, then as quickly as they shrunk they went to towering over my head and then returned to normal size. I have never heard of anything like that and it was definitely the best visual I have ever seen on any hallucinogenic. <br> <br> Now that I think back on the trip I realize that it was a pretty stupid thing to do considering that I was home alone during the deepest part of the trip and what trip. Not to mention, this was my first time using nitrous oxide and I had no idea what was in store for me. But I have developed much better judgement now from such times, so I consider it a valuable experience.<!-- 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: 4459</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 18, 2001</td><td>Views: 22,462</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4459&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4459&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) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I love Acid. I love it, but not as much as I love life. <br> <br> I will never take acid again. My 10th experience with it was so disillusioning, that I am now considering doing no drugs other than those I have already tried and have not had bad experiences with, specifically alcohol, marijuana, mushrooms, and codeine. (I have tried a 'White Buddha' pill of Ecstacy, which I liked, but it was not anything like my friends described rolling to be.) <br> <br> Acid is a wonderful drug; however, it is also a BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD drug. <br> <br> One night at college a few months ago there was an 'Acid Jazz' show at the Student Union. It was free, and there was a keg in the loft. The music was ludicrously good--just drums, bass, and guitar in moving modes and harmonies like I have rarely heard before. Soon after entering, I saw my friend G buying something. I approached him and said what's up to G and asked the dude what he was selling. He told me it was pure MDMA. (Which, by the way, is one of the biggest drug shams since 'triple-dipped' acid. Unless you get a testing kit, you don't know what in God's name is in there.) At the time I wasn't really interested in spending $20 on a good time, so I said 'No, thanks. I'm all set on that.' I obtained a 32 oz. cup for the keg, waited in line, sat down in the balcony and started groovin' to the tunes. We started smoking some bowls of dank, and soon my friend A asked us if we wanted some acid. G got some, and I asked how much it was. He said it was free. I said 'Well, shit. Gimme two hits.' (I like to test out a batch of cid before I start indulging. I'm sure glad I did that time.) <br> <br> We started smoking some bowls again, and about a half an hour later, I started feeling it. I told G he better stop drinking because with Ecstacy, you never know what's in there to interact with Alchohol. I was starting to feel pretty fucked up, and I was starting to hallucinate, so I threw away my beer as well. It was about half full, so I had drunk about a pint. Within 45 minutes of intake, I was tripping--this was some good acid. <br> <br> The music was pulsating, and I could actually see the vibrations in the air, and the strife between the competing harmonies. Several times I went to the bathroom to get some water. On the way one of the times I saw A, and gave him the thumbs up. He said, 'Do you need more?' I said, 'You have MORE?' He said, 'You feeling good?' I said 'Holy Shit, this is great stuff.' He said, 'That's good, I want people to remember this night.' I sure do. <br> <br> The rest of the night was kinda spotty in my memory. I remember people throwing playdoh around--that was funny--and I remember intermission. I thought it was over. I said, 'I can't believe it's over, they were so good!' My friend E said, 'It's not over, it's just intermission,' and I said, 'Oh thank God!' That's the last thing I remember. <br> <br> I woke up in the hospital with a woman leaning over me. I could feel something in my throat and a pain in my penis. I went to feel my dick, and the woman said, 'You're in the hospital, you had a seizure...You're in the intensive care unit, you have a catheter in your penis.' I said, 'Aaaagggghhhhuuuuuhhhhhhhuuuuggguuhhhh,' and i tried to tear this weird tube out of my throat. <br> <br> Apparently, my roomate had found me lying in my bed in my dorm room having a violent seizure, foaming and bleeding from the mouth. He called 911. I was lucky. Apparently, I wasn't breathing and had a very low heart rate. They had to intubate me. I was five minutes away from death, and a flip of a coin away from sreious brain damage, paralysis, or being a vegetable. <br> <br> I was terribly sore for days--I could barely walk. My lip was also torn up. Soon, I had to undergo counseling, treatment, and drug tests. Eventually I was sent home on involuntary medical leave for missing and failing to prouduce urine at a few drug screens. I am now clean of all substances, including marijuana (my drug of choice), and am preparing to return to school for the spring semester. <br> <br> Many of my friends at school did not believe what had happened to me. Some of the upperclassmen told me, 'you can't die from acid, that guy probably gave you bleach,' and I now realize what myths there are surrounding acid. I have no history of epilepsy, and I know this is not an uncommon thing because it later happened to one of my friends from a different batch. My friend G also took 12 hits of the same acid, drank, smoked pot, and had taken ecstacy that night and he was fine. It was great acid, if not some of the best i've ever had; however, you still take chances even among the best and completely unadulterated of acids. While I love tripping, and see it as an enormous part of my spiritual life, and am glad that what happened happened so that i do not do acid again and kill myself, I do not wish what happened to me upon any other soul, for it was a truly terrifying experience.<!-- 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: 4426</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 18, 2001</td><td>Views: 37,434</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4426&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4426&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Health Problems (27), 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></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 </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 was with 5 other friends at a house. I had to have dinner with my mum while the others dropped, and I got to them about 2 hours after they had all dropped. We stayed at the house for about 1/2 - 1 hour, when it was decided that me and Richo would go and score some pot. <br> <br> Well we both got in the car and set off... the drive there was cool, there was this white shimmering, and the vibrations from the car made me feel mellow and the music was trippy . Well we got to this guys house, scored the weed and decided to have a few cones. It would have been 2 hours after I dropped then. Well I had one cone, and then in the space of a few minutes I lost it. The curtains were swaying in the breeze, but it felt like the walls where breathing. The funny thing was that as the outside world moved, I could feel it on my body. Well the bad part was where I had dinner and it never really digested properly. So it felt like I had this lump in my stomach. It hurts. And when I focused on it, it was like these memories of my child-hood came back to me.... all of a sudden, with my eyes wide open, I was with all the people in my primary school class outside on the grass. <br> <br> Well it kept getting more intense.... our other friends rang us up wondering where the pot was. I told Richo that I simply couldn't drive. I was sitting completely still on a bench and I didn't think I could even get up. After a while the space at the edge of my vision lost all colour and form, until I was looking at everything through a window. I closed my eyes.... and I just went off into this space.... hmm. The pain in my stomach was still there.... this guy whose house it was decided to mull up some more cones. It was so funny.... It felt like my pain was the mull.... as he started mullin' it eased and fell through.... but then his mullie got stuck and he goes... 'almost...' and the pain came back. <br> <br> Well eventually the guy said that he would like us to leave. So I managed to stand up and walk outside. We got in the car. Well this guy Richo I was with is an experienced tripper, and me it was my first. So we were sitting in the car in this guys driveway, and he was explaining how I could feel other people's energies. Well then things got really really bizzarre. It was like in the car the future and the past didn't exist. I was having difficulties coping with my reality, and Richo was explaining to me how the universe worked. After about half an hour he reminded me we where in some guys driveway still. Well I was trippin out exploring my pain, and I just wondered why I should bother going back to my frinds and stuff, why I shouldn't just curl up and trip out. It took Richo about another hour to finally get me to move. It was like I realised that I had no direction in life. I got down to the root of existence, and I found my yin/yang energies.... and one side of my body felt good, and one bad. Somehow I just realised that I needed to just follow the good feeling.... I needed to control the drug, not let the drug control me. And it snapped, that I needed to control my life, not let life control me. And when I did that I pulled myself out of my sorry and depressed state, and became chuffed, inspirational etc. <br> <br> The drive home was way cool, we were just floating in a sea of lights with errie jungle music going... and I realised that I was almost out of petrol. So we had to go to a BP. Man, the BP. I have never been anywhere so trippy in my life. We spent another half hour sitting in the car, in which time we went into a world that was sooo like the matrix it made me wonder what those guys where on. Any thoughts I had would come true, and with us both there we could go anywhere, do anything.... go on any trip. But anyway, when I went to fill up the car, it was like I was filling myself up. Of course I chose super unleaded, the 'super juice'. Well lots more trips at the BP, like people looking at us funny cause we were so out of it. <br> <br> But anyways, we finally found our friends, and it was so wierd. It was like I realised why each one of them was in my life, why our karma had crossed. I realised that I could change all my friends and everything, just by changing myself from that bad energy to the good stuff. I went outside with one friend to get some music from the car, and on the way back I thought I was holding my friends leg inside my body. When I looked down it was just my bag. Hmm... at one stage I felt myself intertwine with Richo. It was like we were merging our consciousness.... he said that we are our own beings, and we should keep to ourselves... and I realised that how by not being myself, as people always tell you to be, I was allowing other peoples energies to mingle with mine, and I would become them in some way. <br> <br> Well things got a bit stupid cause basically I became stuck somewhere in my mind, and I cound't keep in the present. But the pain was still there..... eventually I curled up on the floor... and eventually I threw up on the floor :) it made me feel a bit better. Eventually I got to the couch where I went to sleep. I woke up in the morning feeling like I had just figured out how the universe works, which of course I had always wanted to know. I also felt like I had explored my pain sufficiently that it would go away afterwards.<!-- 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: 3246</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 24, 2001</td><td>Views: 7,025</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3246&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3246&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:20</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">136 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My experiences with acid have each been special and enlightening in their own ways. Initially, my experience with drugs was merely marijuana, and I was content with its effects. Then the idea of Acid became more and more enticing, until I tried it. I have done it several times since, but the most recent trip I took was without question the most amazing. <br> <br> My 3 friends and I planned our trip early on in the week, each of us building our own vision of what our Friday trip would entail. I feel I have a good control on acid when I take it, and I was sure my trip would be beautiful and spiritual. Friday came, and we had many possibilities of where we would get it, yet we feared all would fall through and it would be strictly a smoking night. Fortunately, that was not the case, and we each purchased 2 mints, blessed with acid. <br> <br> We all dropped them and began ingesting vitamin C candies and chewing Vitamin C gum, both of which you can find pretty much anywhere. We smoked a bowl about 20 minutes later, and after about 10 more minutes, I felt my journey begin. I was on the deck with my 2 friends and my friend, Nikki, got our lighter to work merely by touching it. With that said, she began raving and we could feel the trip from each other's hands. (A side note... Nikki and I had always wanted to trip together, because we both respect the drug and realize the depths to which it can go. Also, we have incredible conversations while high, so tripping seemed like it would be sensational, which it was...) <br> <br> We went inside and my mother's classical music CD came on, Nikki and I insisted it remain, feeling its supreme beauty. Then we put some Lords of Acid on and Nikki commenced her incredible raving. <br> <br> My two guy friends came over at this point, and each dropped a Pez adorned with acid. Honestly, I was not pleased with their presence, because I felt we had our own little tripping heaven as it was. Later, they proved to be essential elements in the 'tripping heaven.' Then more weed came, and my mother came home. Simultaneously mind you. This created humor and intensity, elements I find essential to an enlightening trip. So it was on... <br> <br> We stayed indoors for a little while, watching basic TV, and my visuals began. This was the first time I had ever seen such intense images, and it was quite welcomed. We decided to go to a park nearby and smoke more to heighten the trip. We arrived and I found beauty unlike any I had ever known. The 6 of us were in the snowy park, secluded from others, but close enough that we were well aware of them. Some of my friends became somewhat paranoid, but I was more concerned with smoking more. They insisted outsiders knew we were there, and I proceeded to tell them, 'Our entire world is not part of their reality'. This was just one of my quotes that my friends enjoyed. <br> <br> When I trip, I am emotion. In my 'normal' life, I somewhat fear it, and do not know how to handle it. I often enjoy being by myself while doing acid, because I find I get to know myself better. I feel I have grown more after each time. Smoking also heightens it, but makes it more of a 'fucked up' feeling, less surreal. Vitamin C most definitely did something that evening. It was the most incredible night of my life, and forever close to my soul. <br> <br> I must say, however, be careful. My experiences are quite intense, and for some this intensity may create life changing ideas and self-reflections. <br> <br> Thank you for reading my story and good luck finding inner peace and satisfaction.<!-- 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: 4269</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: Dec 24, 2001</td><td>Views: 13,654</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4269&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4269&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) : Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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 --> I'd been doing a lot of reading/research about drugs (this page was fantastic) and when a friend told me he'd recently tried acid I was very keen to experience it myself. The setting was my girlfriend's house, she was having a party, mostly our friends from uni. <br> <br> We took it around 7:30pm at another mates house before the party and arrived around an hour later. I sat down next to a couple of blokes and we were chatting for around half an hour and I felt a little anxious, wasn't sure if it was my anticipation or the drug itself. By this stage (90 mins later) I was beginning to wonder if we'd been ripped off, I stood up to go have a slash and.....hehehe the floor's bendy !! woah, my body feels all rubbery and distorted like I'm a plasticine man ! So I sit down on the toilet coz I'm not sure if I'm actually wobbling or not and I'm happy to find out I've still got control of myself ;) I'm looking at the walls and they're slowing bulging around like bubbles! I also have a charged feeling about my body. <br> <br> When I moved back outside I had to go tell my friend about what was happening and he nodded knowingly and we laughed about it together. It was now about 9:10pm. From then till around 11:30pm things got really intense and time passed very slowly. It seemed like the party had been going for AGES and was always expecting people to be leaving then I'd look at my watch and barely a few minutes had passed! (I strongly recommend wearing a watch or it may get very confusing!!) During the peak and this 'intensity' I found myself unable to focus on one thought for more than a second or two without extreme concentration. It wasn't all that unpleasant but on the verge of being overwhelming, it may have been easier in a less intense setting, say a few mates at my home rather than 40 odd friends crammed into a backyard. I walked out the front to be alone a couple of times during the night. It's very hard to describe with words what I mean by the intensity or to describe what it's like. It was sort of overwhelmed/intense/confusion even though not really unpleasant. <br> <br> During the peak, it was fun to play with hallucinations, not just visual distortions (there are many different sorts but I'm trying to keep it as brief as I can) but also things that aren't really there. I found I had almost total control over them and it was not scary because I was completely aware that it was just the acid causing it, and they only last for a maximum of a couple of seconds anyway before my brain works out what it really is. It tended to happen in semi-darkness or shadows where there was some ambiguity as to what I was really seeing and my brain was able to 'fill in the gaps' with whatever I chose to think about. For instance shadows on people's faces could make them evil or have coloured eyes or could imagine things in dark areas like shrubs. <br> <br> Another thing which amazed me was that no one seemed to be able to notice how spun out I felt. I felt talking to someone was a dead giveaway but to my amazement it just wasn't obvious from the outside. Communication was actually very hard because of the distractions of other thoughts flying around it was almost impossible to focus long enough to form sentences and then listen to a response! I also realised my speech wasn't very literal after several people kept asking me 'what I meant'. <br> <br> There was a sense of pity for drunks and even sober people and I wanted them to be on the same level to share with them and communicate with them. (We agreed not to tell anyone we were tripping until afterwards because I didn't want to feel like an experiment and wanted to experience it in a natural environment, which turned out to be a good choice I think) <br> <br> At around 11:30pm I began to feel the effects slowly wearing off. I noticed this not by clearer vision (coz it was still pretty weird!!) but the ability to devote more of my thought/concentration to my regular perception and it became easier to communicate again. Regular perception of time also began to return. During this stage I started to think about personal aspects of my life and the way I live according to my previous perceptions...I really don't know why!...at a party!? But I kept thinking about these things for a couple of days afterwards. I'd rather not discuss these things in detail, it's hard to understand myself anyway, but this part was my main motivation for wanting to repeat the experience, though probably in a different setting. There was also a feeling of contentness in returning to the normal state.<!-- 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: 4345</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 24, 2001</td><td>Views: 9,723</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4345&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4345&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></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/fentanyl/">Pharms - Fentanyl</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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> </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 --> just for a little backround, I have done: LSD, Psilocybin, Salvia, Nitrous Oxide, MDMA, DXM, THC, Opium, GHB, Ketamine, 5Meo-DMT, 2C-T-7, ethyl ether, and other drugs... <br> <br> this experience happened about June 1999 <br> <br> I managed to aquire some fentanyl transdermal patches (100 ug/hr, the strongest variety). This is a medication for EXTREME pain, and is also known as 'China White' and is well known by its roll in 'Tango & Cash'... Anyway, I'm writing this because when I was experimenting I found it hard to find information on the net about this substance (and found some WRONG info on usenet), and I wanted to help anyone who is thinking about doing it.... <br> <br> Just remember, fentanyl is stronger than heroin, and I would never think of doing heroin, but since the substance was perscription, somthing made it seem OK... trust me, its not! <br> <br> I took the patch, cut it open, squeezed it out, and swollowed a small amount, a little roll on the corner of a buisness card, maybe 1/30 of the content of the patch, and boosted it with similar doses about 1-2 hours apart to get to the desired high. I would become very stoned, and zonked in general... One of my friends, who had tried heroin, said it was exactly the same without the 'Rush', rather a slow progression. <br> <br> I did this on 4 occasions, but on the 5th a horrible thing happened: I was doing the substance alone, this time with 2 pills of MDMA and 5 hits of (very strong) acid. Two usenet reports told me that the alcohol based substance will evaporate, and when it does the active drug evaporates with it, so I only had a small amount left. What I didn't know is that the while the alcohol evaporates, the drug in fact does not evaporate, and I was now left with a substance much more strong than the already extremely powerful goo. <br> <br> I must have passed out quite quickly because the next thing I remember is about 6 paramedics and 2 cops in my tiny room asking me if I knew where I was, I was having trouble maintaining, this was only about 4 hours after taking the acid, and I was still tripping VERY hard during all of this. They loaded me into an ambulance, and kept asking me what I took, and they explained that they had to shoot me up with Narcan to get me awake. I said I had taken Fentanyl, they kept asking how many? They had a hard time understanding that it was a gel, not pills. Upon arriving at the ER I kept drifting in and out of conciousness as my oxygen saturation dropped as low as 75% (as I was told later). I was shot up with Narcan at least 3-4 more times... This was due in most part to the hospital's inexperience with fentanyl overdoses (I was their first). they gave me Activated Charcoal (which was really, really bad tasting BTW) and apparently instead of absorbing the chemical and not allowing the body to use it, it absorbed it and left it in my system longer, for a slow release of fentanyl. <br> <br> The first night in the hospital was pure hell... Being shot up with narcan is not pleasent, I felt a cold rush wave over my body from the point where it is injected and follow it through my entire body. The LSD didn't help either, I was having wild hallucinations throughout the entire first night in the hospital, and actually got very parinoid at the nurse who was shooting me up with the stuff, cursing at her when ever she entered the room (I apologized the next day). <br> <br> During the time while I was passed out I breathed in a lot of saliva, and could have drowned if my friends had not discovered me earlier. I was stuck in the hospital for 5 days with a lot of trouble breathing, and was forced to where an oxygen mask 24 hr a day for 4 out of 5 days. The first few days were so bad I would get winded from rolling on my side. <br> <br> I have vowed never to do another 'hard' drug in my life, it's just not worth it. I didnt do drugs for about 6 months after the experience, except occasional pot smoke. I continue to use all manner of psychadelics, but I promised myself to never do anything but psych's, mdma, and pot for the rest of my existence. A lot of people think i'm a complete nut for even thinking about doing drugs again, but this brush with death made me be a lot less haphazard with use, and I now use much less. It's still probably not a good idea, but that's me... <br> <br> Almost dying, being trapped in a hospital room, shot with drugs, having 2 IV's put in, my FIRST bad trip (after more than 100 positive LSD trips), and so on, and so on, was not the time I was looking for.. <br> <br> I was drug tested... as I expected the LSD does not show up, but MDMA showed up as Amphetamines, I claimed I was taking decongestants and there were no follow up questions... <br> <br> <!--I hope this serves as a lesson to all! Be safe, Be educated (from a reliable source!), stick to psychedelics...--><!-- 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: 4163</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 25, 2001</td><td>Views: 28,530</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4163&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4163&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Fentanyl (223), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Health Problems (27), Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3), General (1), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Almost a year ago I had the bad trip of all bad trips on New Year's Eve. I'd already had experience with a bad acid trip and had suffered through a series of panic attacks for several months after my first mushroom trip. However, those events were 8+ months removed from the day seven of us arrived at a friend's winter home in the woods. <br> I started out with two hits and wandered around some country roads for about an hour with my friends, all of whom were tripping and two of whom were 'candy-flipping.' When we arrived back at the cabin, my friend (and supplier) E asked if I wanted to take a third hit with him. I agreed against my better judgment, seeing as how he offered it to me for free (*never take that extra, free acid hit!*). Previously I had never done more than two hits, so was somewhat nervous about what might happen, even though I was familiar with all of my friends and fairly comfortable in our lodging for the night. <br> <br> About an hour and a quarter into the trip, I began to have some serious hallucinations. I was laying on my back watching the sky move and pulsate as if it were a giant dome covered with stars... but the dome was being pushed down upon by giant, other-worldly hands that moved the stars precipitously close to me on the ground. I started to lose the ability to concentrate, think, speak, or communicate clearly with my friends. At first it wasn't unpleasant, just the initial confusion that is part of any acid trip. After a while, however, I found myself laying on the floor inside, lost in a trail of thought that almost undid my mind. I saw all of us as organisms doing only what we needed to in order to get different sorts of sustenance into our bodies. I found it hard for me to fight gravity in order to sit upright or even move my mouth to talk. It dawned on me that the only reasons we ever have to move or act are to ingest the food and water we need to survive, and to enact the natural urges we have as members of the animal kingdom - if we were fed intravenously, we'd never have biological reason to move. <br> <br> The intensity of my trip left me unable to move, and eventually I lost the desire to ever move (or live) again. I saw my friends sucking down cigarettes and beers in their daily attempt to meet the addictions they'd fostered over our years in college and it made me sick to my stomach to think these were some of the substances we find as important as food and water, as our bodies become more addicted to them. <br> To compound these disassociative thoughts, my vision became more distorted than ever before. Friends' faces became bulging, bloated, discolored, and spewed forth burping, squelching noises every time they made some attempt at speech with me. Everything took on nightmarish colors that constantly changed and minute noises, such as a TV in the next room, became a deafening cacaphony of screeching. My life became a pure, living hell for about three hours that stretched on interminably in my mind. I began to feel as though my thoughts were terrible revelations that I'd somehow been exposed to in my higher state of consciousness and eventually tried to relay them to my friends. I was aware that all of my attempts at communicating these thoughts were failing, as I was unable to put any sort of thought into rational words. All I could muster was, 'the things I know could kill a man!' One of my friends turned to another and said, 'Is *he* that fucked up, or is it me?' <br> <br> My words here can't fully describe the terror I lived through that night, but I can share with you the fact that the effects of that trip still linger with me. I generally feel that tripping can lead to personal insight and wisdom and can definitely be a positive experience afterwards, even if it’s not always enjoyable during the trip. However, smoking cannabis since then has sometimes triggered flashbacks so strong that I feel as if I'm back in the cabin, hallucinating wildly and terribly paranoid. This sensation has come on so strong that it's kept me up for hours, hearing auditory hallucinations and being so mentally 'disturbed' that I can't do anything except lay there and wait for the feelings to subside. All of this has led me to quit smoking cannabis, a simple pleasure I never thought to be as harmful as smoking cigarettes or even drinking. <br> <br> Be aware that just one intense trip (no more than my fifth or sixth) can affect your life from there on out. Making the decision to ingest the few cheap hits can do a lot more damage than having a few scary hours immediately afterward. I now don't lose any sleep over my experience of that night and am a stronger person because of it, but there's no way I can wipe some of these awful thoughts, memories, and sights out of my mind completely.<!-- 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: 3923</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,296</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3923&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3923&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> 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+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had never tried LSD, but when a friend failed to come through with some shrooms, she offered tabs of blotter acid to me and some college buddies. Most of them had tried it, but I never had. I was a little nervous at the thought of tripping on acid, but I after consulting with my brother, who has tried it twice, and looking it up on Erowid.org I gave it a go. <br> <br> I dropped around 10:30pm in a small apartment in the Beacon Hill <br> section of Boston. My friends wanted to go back to the dorms, but I had promised a friend I would stop by her party, so I walked over with a roommate who was not tripping that night. I figured I would leave before the peak. <br> <br> I drank a few beers, and was relaxing at the party talking to friends. I started feeling the minor threshold effects around 11:30 or so. A friend of mine came over and asked me to walk to his apartment on a nearby street to retrieve his three foot glass bong, so I went. It had begun to lightly rain and I remember being awed by the neon lights reflecting in the pools of rainwater. We got the bong and went back to the party to rip hits. I smoked 5 bongloads out of the three footer, and then sat down and passed the next one as it came around. I was feeling very disoriented and confused, but didn't realize that I had begun to trip hard. I glanced at the clock, which said 12:30. I looked around the table and saw everyone's heads looking huge while their bodies were disproportionately small. I looked all around the apartment and was amazed at how different everything looked. The floor was beginning to move, and I was starting to panic, so I begged my roommate to walk me back to the dorms. I was sick of being the only tripper, and I felt very isolated and alone. <br> <br> I got outside and was completely overcome by the LSD. My mind felt like it was leaving my body, and I became worried I would be unable to find my way back. I grabbed my roommate's arm and did not let go, because I was worried if I did I would drift off. It took an immense deal of concentration to focus and see the sidewalk and city streets, when my mind wandered I would see alien landscapes. If I focused on Boston, then my mind wandered again I never returned to the previous hallucination, it was always new. I felt that the world was extremely fluid and I could reshape and distort the picture of it in my mind. At this point I began to enjoy the experience and tried to relate this to my roommate, who later said I was incomprehensible. I began to believe I was a snake or at least had assumed the form of a snake. Finally, I made it back to the dorm. The rain was pouring now and it was completely overwhelming my senses. I tried my hardest not to make a scene in front of the security guards. <br> <br> I went up to my room and played some videogames with my roommate, but found it difficult to concentrate on it because of the visual distortions and my mind trailing off. Finally he drifted off to sleep around 3am, so I went downstairs to find the other trippers. I found that I was too paranoid to go in the elevator alone, so I ran down six flights of stairs. Finally I found them and stayed in their room for the remainder of the night. Other significant hallucinations included 'breathing' walls, melting faces, I felt that one of my arms had disappeared for a period. I saw neon streaks of rapidly changing colors on the walls that faded in and out. I experienced one point of total ego loss when I became confused as to who I was and what had happened to me. This and the previously mentioned paranoia were the only scary parts of the trip. <br> <br> After a time they suggested we watch Alice in Wonderland, which was very trippy. After it was over I went outside to watch the dawn in the Boston Common with one other tripper. We were beginning to come down from the more intense portion of the trip, but we still weren't sober. After a time I went inside and tried to sleep, but couldn't. Eventually I fell asleep around 1pm and slept for three hours. When I woke up I felt sober, but less intelligent than usual. That night I experienced a very brief flashback of the part when I thought I was a snake. I believe it happened because I was smoking pot. The next day I awoke feeling refreshed with no ill effects. <br> <br> All in all it was a positive experience. Next time I'll skip the drinking and wait until I'm coming down to smoke pot. Also, I won't take acid as a substitute for shrooms because it is a totally different ballgame. I went into the experience nervous but confident, and came out with a very intense memory of some eye opening psychedelics. I remember feeling like I had learned a lot, but was unable to recall what. Next time I want to try and see what insights I can retain by writing or recording them.<!-- 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: 3774</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 7,778</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3774&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3774&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), 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 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/salvia/">Salvia divinorum</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract - 5x)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/betel/">Betel Nut</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/salvia/">Salvia divinorum</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract - 5x)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 line</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/meth/">Methamphetamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 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> <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">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/salvia/">Salvia divinorum</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract - 5x)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">90 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> **NOTE - the author does not intend to devalue or discourage the use of the Divine Salvia divinorum. This report documents one style and instance of Salvia usage which the author regards as unfulfilling, unsatisfactory, and probably unhealthy.** <br> <br> Our first attempt at smoking the extract was made at about 6:30 pm. We sat in the backyard, and I smoked one large cone of the extract, holding the flame over the extract throughout the process, holding smoke for as long as possible, etc etc as per the numerous guides to smoking salvia available at any self-respecting psychotropic plant website. What wasn't provided for in these guides was the fact that the conepiece didn't really fit the bong, and after inhaling my hit I decided it would be a good idea to force the conepiece down into the stem so it didn't fall out. The painful burns on my right thumb and forefinger will be my eternal reminder of my second ever salvia experience. As far as psychological effects go, there was definitely 'something', strange visual phenomena such as being able to focus on all points in my field of vision at once. I probably would have enjoyed this a lot more were it not for the aforementioned burns. <br> <br> Half an hour later, the effects had mellowed into a trippy weed-like feeling, and I decided to boost it up again by sucking on some betel nut extract. This worked quite well, giving a strange floating-but-very-heavy feeling when walking. At around 7:30 we decided it would be a good idea to smoke some more salvia before leaving for a party out in the mountains. This was our first *true* salvia experience. My friend smoked his cone first, and began giggling before he had finished the whole hit. He said something like 'Oh well, it works' and put the bong down, giggling all the while. <br> <br> The effects of my cone can best be described by a phrase that I was destined to repeat many times over the next 12 hours: 'Myself, the stereo and the reflection of the candle in the window formed part of a plank in the bottom of a small rowboat being controlled by NBN television' (a local television network). Now, any sensible psychonaut would gratefully accept such an astounding experience, and try to at least partially understand it before embarking on any other such adventures. I, on the other hand (for reasons still unknown), decided that the best course of action would be to bombard my still-reeling consciousness with as much and as many psychedelic drugs as were readily available in the shortest possible period of time. (I didn't actually 'decide' this, it just happened). <br> <br> Well, after a long, seemingly uneventful drive to the party (more on this later), I set the wheels in motion to score some acid, and took it at about 9ish, after a small line of some nice meth donated by a generous benefactor. At around the same time, my friend and I had been recounting our recent adventures to any who would listen, and offering salvia to as many as I thought my small supply would accommodate (about 6 people I think). I won't try to describe these peoples' experiences, except to say that some frequently used words/phrases were 'weird', 'disturbing', 'like nitrous oxide', and 'it was like I was caught in a time loop and I would be stuck in this combi for the whole night'. <br> <br> Well, the acid came on, and was quite strong. During this period, dubbed for sake of reference the 'pre-insanity' period, I enjoyed the trip, dancing and chatting and laughing. At what I guessed was the peak of the trip, I decided that it would be a great idea to smoke some more salvia. Unlike before, I felt very little immediate effects, and thought it mustn't have worked. It turned out, however, that this hit of salvia was the rough equivalent of smoking a few hits of good acid, along with some nice buds, and a healthy dose of paranoia. My memories of the next hour are blurred, incomplete and possibly manufactured, but I do remember a vague feeling of physical and mental discomfort. The most significant event of the 'post-insanity' period was so extremely intense and real that even now, hours afterward, I still shrink away from considering all the possible implications. What happened was this - just before smoking the salvia, a friend said something to me about how the guy who had driven us to the party had said something to suggest that I didn't like the bumpy roads or something. This puzzled me at the time, but I quickly forgot about it. It came back soon after, however, in all its earth-shattering significance. The fact is, that while we were driving to the party, I (still feeling a strong salvia buzz from the earlier smoke) had had an imaginary conversation with this friend (the one who was driving) about how it was a very bumpy and scary ride, but I didn't blame his driving because it was all due to the bumpy roads. At least I thought it was imaginary at the time…. Suddenly, I wasn't sure what I had really said out loud and what I had just thought. I still clearly remembered that this conversation had occurred purely in my head, but now it seemed that the other person knew all about it…I came to the conclusion that either : <br> <br> 1) I had gone insane after becoming a plank in the bottom of a small rowboat, and was saying out loud what I though was just in my head <br> OR (infinitely more disturbing ) <br> 2) My friend, and most probably everyone else as well, was able to read my mind. <br> <br> It was this second conclusion that really screwed me up, as I tried to empty my mind of all thoughts that I didn't want anyone else to know about, and replaced them with all of these false thoughts so that they wouldn't get suspicious when they read my mind and found it devoid of thought. I decided that the only way to ensure the effectiveness of this ploy was to actually believe the false thoughts myself, so they would become my real thoughts and the mind readers wouldn't be able to tell the difference. <br> <br> Thankfully, I realised the foolishness of this practice before I had totally reconstructed my identity, and I managed to sort out the real from the false thoughts (I hope…). However I was still very spun-out by the whole 'mind-reading hypothesis', and found myself thinking that maybe that last cone was not such a good idea. Obviously I didn't think about that very much though, because when morning came I decided that another cone was in order. Luckily, this one was much less intense than the 'pre-to-post-insanity boundary cone', and all that happened was that the whole thing (ie existence) seemed like a corny joke from an old home video in which I was being unsuccessfully persuaded to stand up. <br> <br> It is now 1:00pm on Saturday, and I am still feeling the acid, as well as a lot of tiredness and exhaustion. And I learned: <br> <br> 1) DO NOT handle scalding-hot conepieces, or scalding-hot anything for that matter <br> 2) DO NOT take further psychedelics before previous experiences have been resolved <br> 3) DO NOT offer salvia to those who have not been adequately prepared for the effects <br> 4) DO appreciate that some substances require no further psychoactive additives <br> 5) DO respect age-old religious sacraments as something more than recreational rave-candy <br> 6) DO think twice before reconstructing your entire personality on the basis of a drug-induced paranoia<!-- 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: 3822</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 31,641</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3822&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3822&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Betel Nut (92), Salvia divinorum (44), LSD (2) : 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">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">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I am writing this the after my trip and am both mentally and physically exhausted. The day began with me and two other friends. They were completely indifferent about preparation (because they have experience with acid) and therefore I was too. Before going into the trip a whirlwind of thoughts such as anticipation, fear, and excitement were spinning around in my head (which I assume is typical of first time users). Both of my friends took one and 1/2 hits and I took only one. We dropped at approximately 7:00 and it was about 8:00 when it began to take effect. <br> <br> The first phase was an electric charge of energy, and a mild tingling sensation that consumed my whole body. It intensified and at times became almost overwhelming. The only negative effects to note were slight nausea and an acidic taste in the back of my throat. The next phase was one of bliss and ecstacy. All of my senses were altered, not only enhanced but distorted and this also created great confusion. The visuals were not as impressive as I imagined they would be but they were impressive nontheless. Walls were pulsating and light in contrast to dark radiated beautifully. I tend to get carried away with philosophizing and over-analyze everything. So when the acid stimulated this trait it became the theme of the trip, not just for myself but my friends as well. <br> <br> I would like to discuss how it heightened my appreciation of music. I decided to take a break from my friends' company and walked towards a room where a stereo is located. The Grateful Dead was on and I remember just being so struck by its sincerity. I could just sense all the emotion being injected in to this man's voice. Also my sense of taste and feel were impacted profoundly. We were eating from a vegetable tray and I was just infatuated with how it all felt in my hands, the texture was exquisite and the taste was incredible. <br> <br> Anyways back to the theme... we all became extremely analytical almost to the point of pretentiousness. I felt as though I was discovering myself, my friends, the world, life etc.. I think I would describe it as a revelation, but just like that it would be forgotten or it would just be meaningless. I have so much more to say but the length of this report is absurd so I will just explain what I have learned from my experience with acid... I take myself too seriously. I search for meaning and depth in things that simply do not have either.<!-- 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: 3928</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 8,083</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3928&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3928&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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+ 1:30</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="/smarts/piracetam/">Piracetam</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 9:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 10:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</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">51 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I met up with some friends and we decided to go party in the mountains of Costa Rica. We went up there, about 32 km away from the city, a perfect party place. It was about 2:00 pm, and we were all happy. <br> <br> We set up the DJ’ing equipment and immediately I came up with the idea of seeking shrooms since there are cows in the lawn. We didn’t find any, as the excessive rain let little sun set the appropriate temperature for them to grow. <br> <br> Frustrated as we were, we decided to drop some acid. We did, and I dropped half a hit. I began DJ’ing, mixing some stomping goa to warm us up. A friend I met that day came up to me with some pills, Nootropil (Piracetam), said to have a powerful enhancement on psychotropic drugs such as acid. I dropped 3 orange pills (Nootropil), hoping I would have a good trip. That was at T+1.30. <br> <br> As I began to mix the stompiest goa I have, the effects kicked in. It was a good trip, the good vibes seemed to come from everywhere. I met a guy, and within two or three looks on the eye, I knew we would have a great trip together. <br> <br> And this is where I lost the notion of time. I was in a timeless environment, I forgot there was such thing as time. <br> <br> We seemed to focus on the same details of the trip, laughing at exactly the same things. Explosive laughter, which creates a chain reaction. Sometimes I would try to explain something I thought or vice versa, and by saying 4 or 5 words he would perfectly understand. Hours later, we had discovered we were extremely attached to each other, and we were acting as One. At night, we decided to drop some xtc. I dropped half a pinky. It was the first time I did x, and I thought doing it while tripping must be great. I didn’t feel anything for about 40 minutes. At that time, I went upstairs to find out the rest of my friends were laying on the floor, in a chill out bliss. I sat with them but felt a little uncomfortable, so I went back downstairs to sit in an armchair. Morg sat in front of me and asked “do you feel it?”. I replied I didn’t, because I hadn’t felt anything acid hadn’t made me feel before. I started to feel anxious, I smoked a joint and relaxed. Morg repeatedly touched my knee and said “do you feel this now?”. When he was doing it, I didn’t feel anything unusual, but upon removing his fingers from my knee I felt a direct connection with him, and a growing feeling of bliss. I started to play with the wind, because it felt incredibly good. It made me extremely talkative. Once I stopped talking I realized how how I was. <br> <br> He suggested me to stop talking for a while, but when I did it, I tried to talk to him mentally. I was very surprised to find out I could, and everytime I did it felt like energy flowing throughout the spine and giving me extreme pleasure. <br> <br> Later on, he and my friends decided to drop another 1/2, to which I couldn’t agree to because I had no money and no pills left. Morg sat next to me and said “I couldn’t take more x without you, you’ve been my trip partner and I need you to go up with me”. He gave me a full hit, and I took half of it because it was my first time and I was afraid I could OD. I didn’t notice much difference, except for a couple of rushes where I couldn’t stop trancing with pleasure. One hour later, we decided to drop the rest of it. That’s where I became demented. <br> <br> The acid trip was unnoticeable at that time, but the connection with Morg was growing and it didn’t seem to stop. As of then, I could see in his eyes what he was thinking, and we could easily communicate telepathically. I decided to let go of everything and enhance the trip. I mixed some more minutes, and left a mixed Oakenfold CD playing. I went outside to find out I was alone, but my friends were about 50 meters from the house. I walked up to them, and as I appeared we all hugged together, it was a fivefold hug. I felt intense pleasure, almost orgasmic, and found out that place, by the woods, was an energy spot. I walked up to the house, and Morg ran up to me and yelled “I can’t believe how hard I’m tripping! Dude, I’m still tripping, this is unbelievable!” As he said that, I felt all the acid multiply its effect exponentially, to the point of extreme delirium. And that happened in about 20 seconds, an incredible rush. I was hit so hard I immediately began to hallucinate... 11 hours after dropping such a small amount of LSD. <br> <br> But the weirdest part of the story, is that Morg and I fusioned into a Perfect Unity, to the point of hallucinating exactly the same things at the same time. It was a collective trip, something unbelievable. We first saw a hole in a cloud, like a black hole, the cloud sucking itself inside, but coming out from the other side, like an organic structure, it had a cycle. The black hole slowly evolved into two perfect Niagara cascades, one in front of the other. It was so detailed I could see the trees around it, the waterfalls, the evaporation, the rocks, everything in full colour. We were screaming in ecstasy because those waterfalls were intensely beautiful. All of a sudden, ALL the sky split in two, with a tidal wave effect -Moses-like- when he spreads the oceans in the bible. This happened with a rain of energy, I could feel drops of energy going inside me, it felt incredibly good. When the show ended, I looked at Morg and shouted “DID YOU SEE AND FEEL AND HEAR THAT????” to which he looked overwhelmed at me: “dude, don’t tell me you just saw a blackhole which morphed into two niagaras and the sky split and the rain!!!” <br> <br> We were so shocked by that we just hugged intensely. That hug felt incredibly great, totally blissful. That’s where we realised we were going in a sort of a cycle. We had a “loop”: 1. we went out the house with The Joint (it was sort of sacred, don’t ask me why). 2. we sat on a bench, smoked one or two hits, talked for a minute or two. 3. we had an intense hallucination. 4. we went to the energy-point where we had all hugged together. 5. we hugged intensely and had an illumination, kind of an answer to the trip. 6. we went back inside the house, and upon entering it, the vibes of the music and our friends rushing, we would rush all the way up and rush them all up as well. 7. we talked to them about our trip and had a good laugh. <br> <br> That loop, we did it at least 20 times uninterruptedly, each time hallucinating stronger and stronger. Once we saw a huge metallic sphere, with red crossed bars and airplanes, YES, AIRPLANES, inside, outside and everywere. I swear we saw exactly the same thing, and I felt Morg see the same thing. <br> <br> We came up with a theory: rushes come in loops. Therefore, our loops must be the same frequency and hence in phase. That’s why we had so much energy, our trip was in fact a multiplied trip from his and mine. But the people inside the house had rushes in cycles that didn’t match, so there was kind of a permanent high ambient inside the house, due also to the dreamtrance that was playing. The loop we did together was a representation of the cycle of our rushes, so that’s why we always hallucinated at the same bench and felt everything identical. <br> <br> I once got connected with the Moon. Everything seemed to produce its own vibes, and I could lower or heighten my frequency to be in phase with them. I got connected with the trees, the rocks, the bushes, the people, Morg intensely, and as I look up to the sky, I saw the most perfect Moon I ever saw. It wasn’t full, but the details were so subtle I immediately reached up to it. I felt it try to reach me, and I saw MY HAND MORPHING INTO THE MOON, which had by the time the size of half my visual field. <br> <br> It was unbelievable. A sort of Love where only the spiritual is important, physical is insignificant. A direct connection, a perfect Unity. <br> <br> The trip only seemed to keep on multiplying its amplitude, we were having an extreme fantastic delirium, supernatural demency, ecstatic and peaceful bliss, orgasmic interpretation of all signals, catapulted creativity. <br> <br> We were in a different world. When the sun finally started to rise, I felt weeks had gone through, as if my trip had lasted about 45 days. One side of the sky was dark, the other one was light. This made us very confused, and we assumed it was about 5:30 P.M!! but instead of going down, the sun was going up! The sky began to dance with the music. <br> <br> We decided we needed to sleep, and upon closing our eyes we had lots of visualisations we shared by thought. <br> <br> I still don’t believe the intensity of that trip, the connection, the loss of the notion of time... <br> <br> In the morning, we felt so good we decided to pick up ALL the thrash there was in Nature, since she had given us such an unbelievable journey. We picked up every single cigarette butt, and watched the sky and the flowers smile at us for doing such a kind thing. I felt happier than ever, since I love the Nature. <br> <br> Today, days after the epic journey, I still feel myself rolling from time to time, mostly when I smoke weed and listen to trance music. I feel connected to Morg even though I met him that day. I know a long and lovely relationship is born, which makes me internally smile in bliss.<!-- 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: 4065</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 14,724</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4065&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4065&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) : Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Last night was new year's eve, and now it is 2001. I had recently purchased two hits of the yellow/orange sun design of paper acid. <br> <br> The evening commenced at a pool party outside in a heated pool, with a bubble tent thing over it all. About 15 people were there but I was most interested in one. A girl I've known for awhile, but for unclear reasons we never seem to hook up. Anyways, the night was going well, it was already awesome just to be with her, especially on such a night as new year's eve. <br> <br> Halfway through this her ex-boyfriend showed up and almost ruined everything. I debated on whether or not to take the acid, but everything turned out awesome. After midnight I went over to another party so that I could ingest the dose in semi-peace, that way she didn't know what I was doing. I dropped it and smoked a joint and a bowl and headed back to her friend's house where she was staying. About 5 people were there, but they were half asleep. <br> <br> I started to feel it a little before I went over there. I think they knew what was going on, or at least that I was on something. They probably just thought I was high. Anyways, the gitteryness had already passed at the other person's house...I mean, it was still there but I was into the other things, just feeling enhancment. What we did that night I don't know, but it was like our minds and souls were melded together. Time didn't exist...I kept drifting off into this weird dream world. But at the same time I was still wired and awake with her, cuddling and doing whatnot. We didn't have sex, or any other alternatives to sex, but the whole experience was better than sex can ever be normally. It was heaven...what I felt couldn't be described. This was my first acid trip, it is too hard to explain. <br> <br> After I left there at 4 am (dropped the acid at 12:30), I was peaking I think. Walls looked like they were just kind of rippling slowly, breathing, doorcracks would breathe. I left and went back to my buddy's house. My other friend had tripped too that night, but I didn't see him. At his house I lit up and saw tracers galore. It was amazing...the whole experience. I didn't get to sleep 'til 8 this morning and that was after I smoked 4 more bowls by myself.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 4466</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 10,546</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4466&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4466&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), 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">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">2400 mg</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>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</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/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 8:00</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/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">50 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Last saturday I met up with some friends and we decided to go party in the mountains of Costa Rica. We went up there, about 32 km away from the city, a perfect party place. It was about 2:00 pm, and we were all happy. <br> <br> We set up the DJ’ing equipment and immediately I came up with the idea of seeking shrooms since there are cows in the lawn. We didn’t find any, as the excessive rain let little sun set the appropriate temperature for them to grow. <br> <br> Frustrated as we were, we decided to drop some acid and party on. We did, and I dropped ½ a hit. I began DJ’ing, mixing some stomping goa to warm us up. I did excellent mixes, by the way. A friend I met that day came up to me with some pills, Nootropil (Piracetam), said to have a powerful enhancement on psychotropic drugs such as acid. It is said to connect both brain hemispheres, thus multiplicating the visuals effects. He said that hallucinations are tens of times more intense, more vivid, and the rush of creativity is catapulted. One can experience a trip that will change one’s life, as I did. I dropped 3 orange pills (Nootropil), hoping I would have a good trip. That friend told me they were actually great for the brain, it is given to Alzheimer’s so they can have mind clarity. <br> <br> As I began to mix the stompiest goa I have, the effects kicked in. It was a good trip, the good vibes seemed to come from everywhere. I met a guy, and within two or three looks on the eye, I knew we would have a great trip together. <br> <br> We seemed to focus on the same details of the trip, laughing at exactly the same things. Explosive laughter, which creates a chain reaction, you know? Sometimes I would try to explain something I thought or vice versa, and by saying 4 or 5 words he would perfectly understand. Let’s say, I thought the sound of a really quiet mouse in the house was coming from under the ground, I would say something quite –broken- such as “did you hear that?” and before I could finish he would come up with something like “it’s an underground rabbit that’s trying to run away from your mouse, and just because you heard it, doesn’t mean it’s really there, cause maybe we’re just in a weird trip, and this would mean we need to go under the ground, because I feel some vibes are in there. Let’s seek that mouse... wait a minute…”. And there we exploded in acid laughter. Everytime he said something, he made more sense, and vice-versa. Let’s say his name’s Morg. <br> <br> Hours later, we had discovered we were extremely attached to each other, and we were acting as One. At night, we decided to drop some xtc. I dropped half a pinky (awesome). It was the first time I did x, and I thought doing it while tripping must be great. I didn’t feel anything for about 40 minutes. At that time, I went upstairs to find out the rest of my friends were laying on the floor, in a chill out bliss. I sat with them but felt a little uncomfortable, so I went back downstairs to sit in an armchair. Morg sat in front of me and asked “do you feel it?”. I replied I didn’t, because I hadn’t felt anything acid hadn’t made me feel before. I started to feel anxious, I smoked a joint and relaxed. <br> <br> Morg repeatedly touched my knee and said “do you feel this now?”. When he was doing it, I didn’t feel anything unusual, but upon removing his fingers from my knee I felt a direct connection with him, and a growing feeling of bliss. I started to play with the wind, because it felt incredibly good. One thing about xtc, it can make you extremely talkative and that can be all in your trip. You may experience nothing, but if you stop talking you’ll realise how high you are. <br> <br> He suggested me to stop talking for a while, but when I did it, I tried to talk to him mentally. I was very surprised to find out I could, and everytime I did it felt like energy flowing throught the spine and giving me extreme pleasure. <br> <br> Later on, he and my friends decided to drop another 1/2, to which I couldn’t agree because I had no money and no pills left. Morg sat next to me and said “I couldn’t take more x without you, you’ve been my trip partner and I need you to go up with me”. He gave me a full hit, and I took half of it because it was my first time and I was afraid I could OD. I didn’t notice much difference, except for a couple of rushes where I couldn’t stop trancing with pleasure. One hour later, we decided to drop the rest of it. That’s where I became demented. <br> <br> The acid trip was unnoticeable at that time, but the connection with Morg was growing and it didn’t seem to stop. As of then, I could see in his eyes what he was thinking, and we could easily communicate telepathically. I decided to let go of everything and enhance the trip. I mixed some more minutes, and left a mixed Oakenfold CD playing. I went outside to find out I was alone, but my friends were about 50 meters from the house. I walked up to them, and as I appeared we all hugged together, it was a fivefold hug. I felt intense pleasure, almost orgasmic, and found out that place, by the woods, was an energy spot. <br> <br> I walked up to the house, and Morg ran up to me and yelled “I can’t believe how hard I’m tripping! Dude, I’m still tripping, this is unbelievable!” As he said that, I felt all the acid multiply its effect exponentially, to the point of extreme delirium. And that happened in about 20 seconds, an incredible rush. I was hit so hard I immediately began to hallucinate... 11 hours after dropping such a small amount of lsd. <br> <br> But the weirdest part of the story, is that Morg and I fusionned into a Perfect Unity, to the point of hallucinating exactly the same things at the same time. It was a collective trip, something unbelievable. We first saw a hole in a cloud, like a black hole, the cloud sucking itself inside, but coming out from the other side, like an organic structure, it had a cycle. The black hole slowly evolved into two perfect Niagara cascades, one in front of the other. It was so detailed I could see the trees around it, the waterfalls, the evaporation, the rocks, everything in full colour. We were screaming in ecstasy because those waterfalls were intensely beautiful. <br> <br> All of a sudden, ALL the sky split in two, with a tidal wave effect –Moses-like- when he spreads the oceans in the bible. This happened with a rain of energy, I could feel drops of energy going inside me, it felt incredibly good. When the show ended, I looked at Morg and shouted “DID YOU SEE AND FEEL AND HEAR THAT????” to which he looked overwhelmed at me: “dude, don’t tell me you just saw a blackhole which morphed into two niagaras and the skysplit and the rain!!!” <br> <br> We were so shocked by that we just hugged intensely. That hug felt incredibly great, totally blissful. That’s where we realised we were going in a sort of a cycle. We had a “loop”: 1. we went out the house with The Joint (it was sort of sacred, don’t ask me why). 2. we sat on a bench, smoked one or two hits, talked for a minute or two. 3. we had an intense hallucination. 4. we went to the energy-point where we had all hugged together. 5. we hugged intensely and had an illumination, kind of an answer to the trip. 6. we went back inside the house, and upon entering it, the vibes of the music and our friends rushing, we would rush all the way up and rush them all up as well. 7. we talked to them about our trip and had a good laugh. <br> <br> That loop, we did it at least 20 times uninterruptedly, each time hallucinating stronger and stronger. Once we saw a huge metallic sphere, with red crossed bars and airplanes, YES, AIRPLANES, inside, outside and everywere. I swear we saw exactly the same thing, and I felt Morg see the same thing. <br> <br> We came up with a theory: rushes come in loops. Therefore, our loops must be the same frequency and hence in phase. That’s why we had so much energy, our trip was in fact a multiplied trip from his and mine. But the people inside the house had rushes in cycles that didn’t match, so there was kind of a permanent high ambient inside the house, due also to the dreamtrance that was playing. The loop we did together was a representation of the cycle of our rushes, so that’s why we always hallucinated at the same bench and felt everything identical. <br> <br> I once got connected with the Moon. Everything seemed to produce its own vibes, and I could lowen or highen my frequency to be in phase with them. I got connected with the trees, the rocks, the bushes, the people, Morg intensely, and as I look up to the sky, I saw the most perfect Moon I ever saw. It wasn’t full, but the details were so subtle I immediately reached up to it. I felt it try to reach me, and I saw MY HAND MORPHING INTO THE MOON, which had by the time the size of half my visual field. <br> <br> Morg was feeling the energy flowing intensely as well. <br> <br> It was unbelievable. A sort of Love where only the spiritual is important, physical is insignificant. A direct connection, a perfect Unity. <br> <br> The trip only seemed to keep on multiplicate its amplitude, we were having an extreme fantastic delirium, supernatural demency, ecstatic and peaceful bliss, orgasmic interpretation of all signals, catapulted creativity. <br> <br> We were in a different world. When the sun finally started to rise, I felt weeks had gone through, as if my trip had lasted about 45 days. One side of the sky was dark, the other one was light. This made us very confused, and we assumed it was about 5:30 P.M!! but instead of going down, the sun was going up! We were laughing hysterically when we saw a huge purple locomotive going thru the sky with sounds, having morphed from a hand that was spreading like a flower. When it reached the center of the sky, it morphed into a seed. I said “look, it’s going to grow” and it did! A beautiful shining deep green tree sprouted from the seed, and slowly began to “expand”, to give birth to a smaller, more yellow-ish tree. We assumed it was the big tree’s son. <br> <br> When we looked at each other, and we realised what we had saw, we were hysterically screaming, but in extreme bliss of delirium, the greatest feeling I had ever had. <br> <br> The sun was coming up, and the sky began to dance with the music. That was the most perfect trip ever. The sky seemed reversed when we looked at it again, we were thinking out loud: “I can’t believe I’m tripping THIS hard!”... <br> <br> We decided we needed to sleep, and upon closing our eyes we had lots of visualisations we shared by thought. <br> <br> I still don’t believe the intensity of that trip, the connection, the loss of the notion of time... <br> <br> In the morning, we felt so good we decided to pick up ALL the thrash there was in Nature, since she had given us such an unbelievable journey. We picked up every single cigarette butt, and watched the sky and the flowers smile at us for doing such a kind thing. I felt happier than ever, since I love the Nature. <br> <br> Today, days after the epic journey, I still feel myself rolling from time to time, mostly when I smoke weed and listen to trance music. Like now :). I feel connected to Morg even though I met him that day. I know a long and lovely relationship is born, which makes me internally smile in bliss.<!-- 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: 3886</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 26, 2001</td><td>Views: 19,283</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3886&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3886&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) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), 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">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> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It had been about 8 or 9 months since my last trip, and during that time I was constantly looking for acid. Finally, about 2 or 3 weeks ago a shitload of what I would find to be VERY strong acid came through town. So my friend A called me up and asked if I wanted to buy some and trip with him the next day. I, of course, agreed and we put our money together and purchased about 15 hits. <br> <br> The next day, I went over to his house at about 10:00 AM and we ended up dropping at about 10:30 after his mom left for work. Right after we dropped we started to clear his room of anything that might scare us into a bad trip. After that we started listening to some music. <br> <br> Suprisingly, I could feel it start to come on about 20 minutes after dropping. I was feeling giggly and lightheaded. We went into his living room and watched the ceiling wave and the streams of color flow through it. A few minutes into the ceiling watching our friend J called and said he was going to come over and fuck with us. This is when it gets a little fuzzy. Altough I was already tripping hard I could still feel it coming on stronger. Before J got there we went back to A's room and chilled. That is my last fully clear memory of the trip, but I also remember a few scattered things. <br> <br> I remember J being in the room and laying on A's bed when J informs us that A's dad just got home. It was hard for me to understand what was going on, because I would see like a few little frames of what was happening, then I would fall into my trip, and then I would come back out and see a few more frames like time had completely stopped while I was in my deep trip. The next thing I remember is A begging J to take him to the hospital. Then I remember being outside and running around in A's front yard into bushes and stuff. Then I remember J holding onto me and I asked him if he was really J. He then asked me who I was and I told him I was my drug dealer N. Then I remember being on a porch swing and seeing the real N, some girl, some guy, and A naked in the backseat of a car. At the time I thought that these were all hallucinations, but I later found out that they were all real. Then we went in N's house and I came down at about 6 or 7 PM. <br> <br> During my trip I thought that all of these things were a dream. There was even a period between running in A's front yard and sitting in the swing where J took me to his friend's house and I played with Christmas lights and could only say 'Whoa' and 'What?' that I don't remember at all. I later learned that I had eaten 8 hits of what was said to be REALLY good acid. A also neglected to mention that the dude he bought it from said we shouldn't take more than two. This experience taught me that LSD is way more powerful than I thought and to respect it. A has sworn off acid for good, I however will probably continue to explore my mind, but at much lower dosages.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 4592</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 28, 2001</td><td>Views: 9,225</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4592&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4592&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">1 drop</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have just started to use drugs regularly and I was anxious to try LSD because I heard of how wonderful the tripping experience was from friends. We came upon our trip by accident on a Wednesday night, just by being in the right place at the right time while we were purchasing some marijuana. A friend paid the five dollars for my boyfriend and I to trip together (one hit apiece) and took three for himself. We took our drops at about 6:45. I remember that they were minty, like breath drops, and that I had to stick my tongue out to recieve the drop. We then smoked the ceremonial bowl that comes from buying from our dealer. <br> <br> We all got in the car and decided to go and get some food. We smoked a joint on the way and I was feeling a little high when we entered the restaurant. My back also had a huge knot in it for some reason, right in the center and nothing that I did could fix it, but soon, I forgot about it. There were four of us that night and three of us took the LSD. As soon as we walked through the door, we started to laugh at something stupid that someone said. The cashier just looked at us. I was looking at the board trying to choose what I wanted to eat and I remember how bright the board was and how much all of the lights in the restaurant hurt my eyes. I felt like I was moving in slow motion and I thought that everything was funny. Throughout the whole meal, all four of us just laughed at everything. We were bring loud and obnoxious but we didn't notice it then. <br> We got back into the car and went to pick up another friend. As we were driving we listened to Primus and the music felt like it was inside of me. My whole body felt like it was completely open to every sound and light. My friend who had taken three drops got out of the car at one point to look at the full moon that was covered by clouds. When I looked up, it looked as though the clouds were breathing and stretching down towards me. Rays of light shot out of the moon and reached down to the ground. <br> <br> I was having so much fun, just laughing and chatting with my friends. More than anything, I just observed what was going on around me. After we smoked the blunt we headed home because my boyfriend had to be in by his 10 pm curfew. On the way to J's house, the 'service engine soon' light came on in my boyfriend's car. It's a bright orange color and I found myself staring at the light. All that I could see what that light. We dropped J (who had taken three hits) off at home and then headed to my dorm room, talking the whole way about life in general. When I kissed my boyfriend, it felt like sparks were exploding between us. <br> <br> In my room, I sat at my computer and stared at the wallpaper on the computer. It is a trippy design to begin with, but the more I looked at it, I realized that the wallpaper was crawling around on the screen. Every light looked incredibly bright and when I looked in the mirror, I saw that my pupils were hugely dilated. Stared for about two hours at my computer screen, watching it crawl and melt. I decided to lay down at 2 AM because my room mate was also going to bed and I just lay down in my bed and watched the red digital clock changing. I slept restlessly as well. <br> <br> When I woke up, I felt weak and lights still seemed extremely bright. In the shower, I kept zoning out and staring at the floor. My arms and legs felt a little strange as well, like they were filled with stuffing instead of with flesh and blood. By that night, I was feeling back to 100% again. <br> <br> It was a good trip and I loved it. I loved feeling completely open to anything. I was aware of everything, but I was detached from it. I was just an observer that night, not an active part in the world and I liked it that way. It wasn't overly intense and I didn't get stressed by the people or situations around me because my friends knew what we were doing and how it felt. It was an all around good experience and I'm looking forward to doing it again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5083</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: Jan 11, 2002</td><td>Views: 8,699</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5083&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5083&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> 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+ 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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 6:00</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>(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 --> This story is about my first experience on acid. I wouldn't call it a bad trip, but it definitely wasn't what I was expecting. My only thought through most of the trip was, 'This is it? This is what all the fuss over acid is about?' If circumstances under which I got the acid had been different (I didn't have to pay for all of the hits), I would have thought it a waste, but as it is, I'm chalking this one up as a learning experience of what to do and not do on LSD. This is very long, and I may ramble, so stay with me. <br> <br> I came across my first hits of acid last Wednesday after finding out that someone had taken a $35 hit of X that I had been saving for the weekend. My roommate asks if there's anything he can do to help make it right again, and after a day of deliberation, I asked for 2 hits of the acid he'd been tripping on ('testing') the night before. Each hit was a drop on an altoid mint (I'm not sure of the exact dosage, but my roommate had taken 8 with no ill effects, just a mad trip). I put them in the freezer (this may not have been a good idea), and waited till the next day, Fry-day. <br> <br> Friday came, I went through all my classes, and came home ready to trip. I took both hits immediately after entering the room, at about 4:00 PM. Some friends showed up, and a couple bowls of weed were passed around. I passed the pipe without hitting a few times, telling myself that the weed was only entertainment until the acid kicked in, and that I didn't want to get stoned to sleep before it really hit. We finished the bowls, went to dinner, and headed to R's room to roll a blunt and listen to some music. By this time, it was 5:00, T +1:00, and I was kinda wondering if I was gonna feel anything soon. A, my roommate, pulled out money he was collecting from various people for shrooms, and grumbled that he was one hit of acid short of the money needed to buy 6g for three people. Not feeling my acid at the moment, and wondering if I would, I forked over for one more hit, which he kept until I was sure that the two hits I'd had weren't going to be enough. <br> <br> The blunt got rolled, and 6 of us went for a ride in ST's truck. I got the bed in 40-degree weather, but this turned out to be not so bad. I felt something start to kick in on the way to the lake. Everything looked a little brighter than usual, and looking around the side of the cab into the wind had a refreshing feel to it. I'd just hold my head there as we drove to the lake, going about 55 in some places, just savoring the feeling of the wind in my hair and face. It wasn't cold or painful, nor did I have trouble breathing, all of which would have been the case had I been sober. <br> <br> Upon reaching the lake (it's more of a reservoir, little more than a pond really), I got out and walked over to a bridge. I noticed a pipe pumping water into the reservoir. After being given a charge from the blunt, I noticed that the pipe suddenly sounded as if the sound was being focused through a tunnel toward my ears, and it sounded as if it were farther away than I really was. ST asked if I was frying yet, and I told him about the water pipe, to which he just smiled and chuckled. <br> <br> After a couple more hits, we get back in the truck and head home. This ride was a little less pleasant; I had slowly been getting colder, and ST took the long way around to get back to the dorm. As we approached the dorm in the car, I looked away from it for a second and out of the corner of my eye saw that the building was highlighted in purple. I blinked and looked back, but the illusion was gone. It bummed me for a second, but then I thought, hey, at least it's starting to work. <br> <br> This was about T +2:00, or 6:00 PM. My friends split up two ways, one to go score the shrooms, the other to do some more legal errands. I headed to my friend CD's room and watched some of a movie. I was feeling the effects, but I didn't want to just fry (get high), I wanted to trip (visuals and losing contact with reality). I found that I had to concentrate somewhat to hear and understand what was being said. I could focus on one thing or person and hear it/him/her, but everything else was a wash of sound that my brain acknowledged and then discarded. This, I now know, is when it really started to hit, but the thought was still back in my head that nothing was happening. If I didn't concentrate on anything, I just zoned out a little and let the world go by. Some of my friends came by and asked if I was getting anything yet. I felt fucked up, but I really wasn't seeing anything, so I said no, I wasn't getting much. <br> <br> At about T +4:00, I headed back to my room. My roommate was there, and asked if I was getting anything yet. My response was that I felt little if anything. A gave me that third altoid I had bought, and I dropped it. A short while later, A took off again. He grabbed some of his friends and went to a keg party where some more acid was going around, but I didn't know this at the time. <br> <br> I headed to my friend J's room and chilled with his roommate Y and a couple of his friends, whom I didn't know. I found a seat and watched the comedy channel on the TV for a while. Again, I had to concentrate on the TV to understand anything, and my attention span was brief. I remember the commercials more than the actual show. People came and went, and I got a little uneasy at this. No one would stay put! People I didn't know came in, sat, and talked with others in the room. I couldn't keep track of the conversation, coming as it was from three people. I began to feel a little nervous, and decided that I would head to my own room and chill for a while. This wasn't far past T +5:00, 9:00 PM, and I was really feeling the effects, though I couldn't make myself believe that I was high. I was still disappointed with the trip thus far, interrupted and uneventful to me as it was. <br> <br> In my own room, I just couldn't get comfortable, no matter where I stood, sat, leaned, or lay down. I knew better than to try to sleep, and wasn't tired anyway, but I was just so bored and on-edge. None of the songs I had on my computer or could find seemed to match the mood, and some made me start to feel bad before I turned them off. I walked down the hall across the dorm to a friend's room, and while passing through a dark section of hallway, the door frames on the sides of the hall were highlighted in purple, with dim purple tracers as I moved past them. I tried this a few more times through the night, but the effect didn't change or increase, and it lost its novelty after a few times. The friend wasn't home, so eventually I went back to my own room, put some standup comedy clips into the player, turned off the lights in my room, and lay in my bunk. The ceiling fan became the center of my attention. It cast a shadow from the light of my computer screen, which was the only light in the room save a few LEDs on the stereo. I looked at it, and found that it appeared to be off, in that I could see all four blades frozen in place, but there was a blur behind it, and the shadow was unaffected, so I knew the fan was on. I started to relax a little, knowing now that I could keep a grip on reality, and started to play mind games, trying to control what I was seeing. I concentrated on the fan for a while, and the four frozen blades started to slowly turn, slowly, then faster. I imagined the fan slowing down, and lo and behold, it did. <br> <br> I grew bored with this eventually, as it wasn’t as real as I thought it would be, and closed my eyes to see what kind of closed-eye visuals I could have. I think I can best describe it as looking through a kaleidoscope, where everything is reflected in a series of triangles, but only being able to focus on one or two triangles of space at a time. Dim patterns moved across my eyes, heading to different points, but when I concentrated, these dim patterns started to fall into place as the kaleidoscope I have described, but I could only see one triangle in space at a time. Cool, but still not too real. When am I gonna see real visuals? I refused to believe that the acid was really doing anything until I saw these things. <br> <br> I opened my eyes and turned my attention back to the ceiling fan. I was starting to get lost in it again, when the lights turned on. A was back with a mutual friend, K. This was, I think, the biggest and most jarring interruption of a drug trip I have ever experienced. I'm in a very dark, quiet room, staring at a ceiling fan with two 60-watt bulbs on it, when all of a sudden those bulbs flash in my eyes, the room door bangs against the wall, and A walks in saying 'What the fuck are you doing in bed?' <br> <br> I was slightly annoyed, not at A, but at the blind spot on my eyes. Even now (the next morning), when I close my eyes, I still see those dim tracers from being light-flashed. I wasn't too peeved at A at the time though, because I didn't think he had interrupted anything incredibly important or cool. I climbed down from my bunk and chilled with A and K for a while. This was about T +6:00, 10:00. K, after looking at me, proclaimed that I was tripping and just didn't know it. Hearing her say that brought back the fucked-up feeling that had left me when the lights turned on, but I was concentrating on A and K too much to enjoy any feelings I got. <br> <br> The rest of A's friends from the kegger show up, including three people I don't know. One of them saw that I was getting a little uneasy, and sat down next to me, introducing herself. I returned the greeting, and then relaxed and just stared at her, not in a sexual way, but just focused on her face smiling at me. It occurred to me at one point that I was probably annoying her somewhat, but she'd had a few beers and a few hits of acid, as well as a little weed just then. She was feeling really good, but told us that the cocktail wasn't giving her any visuals or hallucinations. Same here. I shifted my gaze to K, who was laying back on the bed behind me and SH. She was pretty much sober, and got a little wierded out from my constant gaze. Another friend with acid showed up, and after hearing me describe my high, he gave me a tongue hit straight from the dropper. I thought, 'Finally, I'm going to trip!' <br> <br> People kept coming and going, guys escorting girls to the bathroom, guys going themselves, people leaving to find another couple. Again, this started to make me uneasy. Why couldn't everyone just stay put and be fucked up? Why did they always have to go get themselves lost searching for someone who came back 5 minutes after the search party left? Everyone will be back eventually. Eventually, everyone did come back, collecting those who had passed out on the floor of my room, and then suddenly, everyone was getting ready to go. Where? I had no idea. A left with K and some of her friends, and I was alone again. <br> <br> I downloaded some of Paul Oakenfold's music, put my headphones on, and started the visualization on my computer. I wanted to stay awake until I could tell if that third hit kicked in, or until I was just too tired to stay awake and wait, which was what I felt I had been doing all night. I found myself getting lost in the visualizations, but whenever I wanted, I could look away, and the rest of the room would be normal, if a bit dark. At 4:00 AM, 12 hours after dropping the first two altoids, I looked around and said to myself, 'forget it. I'm too tired to enjoy this', as I climbed into my bunk and tried to get comfy. <br> <br> I looked at the ceiling fan for a while, then closed my eyes. Sleep was a while coming to me, as I still couldn't get comfortable. I would be too hot in one place and too cold in another. Finally, I looked at the clock, which read 4:40 AM, and closed my eyes. In my mind's eye, I saw me, but this vision of me was full of static and distortion, as if it had been cut out of a TV picture with bad reception. I followed myself through a hallway. The hall was brightly lit, but my vision was dim and clouded. The walls looked beige and yellow, with no features to them, and it occurred to me that this was my floor in the dorm, but without any doors, stairs, or other features that would make it recognizable as such. I followed me until I came to a point in the hallway where there should be a water fountain, but instead there was a file cabinet. The vision opened the drawer to reveal that it was full of videocassettes. He selected one, looked at it, then picked up another and another. He looked at me, and I saw a fiendish grin cross his face. The last thing I remember of that scene was thinking that I'm in for one hell of a ride. <br> <br> Beyond that, I don't remember anything except for two fleeting scenes. The first was of a female friend, C, and her boyfriend ST, curled up together on a bean bag in a dimly-lit room. I could recognize it as a dorm room, but I couldn't tell whose it was. The entire scene was very dim and fuzzy, and presented to me in shades of dark blue. I was not really in a room with them, that much is certain. My view was always of those two on the bean bag, but my point of view was constantly changing, rapidly, yet smoothly. This scene fades, and another eventually takes its place. This one was of another person sleeping in another style of dorm room. I floated closer, and the last I remember of this scene is seeing a strand of blone hair run from her bangs, over her shoulder, and into the blanket, and realizing that I was looking at K. Immediately after I realized this, the scene faded from my mind and I can remember nothing further. <br> <br> I became aware of reality again at about 8:30 the next morning, in the form of my alarm clock going off and a garbage truck starting a ruckus emptying the dumpster not far from my window. I ackowledged that I was back, thought 'that was it?', and promptly fell asleep again. <br> <br> I woke again at 10:30 to my roommate's phone ringing. He answered it and prepared to leave. When he saw that I was awake, he asked how my trip went. I could not give him a straight answer. I told him about seeing myself and the videos, and he's convinced I tripped, but I'm still not sure. I was looking for something different than the experience LSD gave me. I was looking for trippy visuals and hallucinations showing me the key to the dark (or light) side of my imagination. Instead, I just felt fucked up and disappointed for most of the night. In retrospect, trying to trip was the last thing I wanted to do if I wanted to trip. The uneasy feeling of people entering and leaving, as well as the interruption in the middle of a minor trip, also contributed to a no-show for the high I was after. Next time I do acid, I'll try and keep 'this is it?' out of my thoughts. Maybe I'll replace it with 'it gets better'.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5087</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 11, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,020</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5087&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5087&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), 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">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 7:00</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> </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 is a recollection of the first time a trip went bad for me. I had tripped before several times (once even taking 8 hits) and I had done fine. Acid visuals were always something that I could control and the trip never took me into places I didn't want to go. I took five hits at 5:00 P.M. and proceeded to have a very excellent trip. At midnight I got home from going out to eat with my friends, and I was looking for a quick way to get to sleep so I smoked two bowls. My intentions were to see what it was like smoking while on LSD, and then fall promptly to sleep. That was definitely not what happened. <br> <br> The first time I lost reality I was gone before I even realized it. I had fallen down on my bed to go to sleep, and let the closed-eye visuals take me where they wanted. I opened my eyes to my dark room, and I couldn't make out what was in front of my face. The visuals had turned into a full-screen movie that played over and over as I tried to focus on my surroundings. I saw people from my past doing things that I had seen them do, random tasks, but they wouldn't stop and I began to get afraid. Not only was I seeing these movie images, but I had this out-of-body feeling like I was lying on them and looking down at them. I noticed that in the there was supposed to a pillow in the place my eyes were currently focused on, and I was filled with this feeling of horror at not being able to see it. At that point I could feel myself on the precipice between sanity and insanity, and falling fast. I began mumbling to myself 'Where's my pillow, it's supposed to be here, where is it?'. <br> <br> All this was happening so fast that I thought I could lose myself before I had a chance to think. Thoughts were blurring through my head at speeds I had never known. For some reason saying the word 'pillow' had the effect of crystalizing the pillow, allowing me to see it without the movie-visuals taking me away again. This helped a lot, so I began repeating the words 'That's my pillow, I can see it, it's a pillow' over and over again. Then I saw my dresser, recognised it, and repeated it's name over and over. For some reason the repetition of the names of physical objects really anchored me to reality, so I began wandering through the house, speaking the names of things and thinking about that their uses were. For some reason when I was tripping and beginning to lose it, remembering trivial data from my life helped a lot. I ate 20 Oreos merely because I had thought about eating Oreos earlier, and 'earlier' at that time meant 'sane' to me. <br> <br> Another thing I am grateful for is music. If I had not put a Led Zeppelin CD on repeat as soon as I realized I was having a bad trip, I don't know if I would have been able to contain myself. The music was very soothing, and the fact that I knew some of the songs had the effect of keeping me centered on what was real and what was not real. I spent most of two hours trying to control my trip and go to sleep. <br> <br> A tip to those who are 'losing it' in an acid trip: I was very good to anchor myself to reality. For some reason recalling random facts about my life reminded me what sanity was like. For instance, mentioning the fact that my toothpaste is what I put on my toothbrush over and over can center me when I don't know where my thoughts are taking me. I think it's because it gives me a way to slow down myriad thoughts to normal speed so I can piece your mind together again. It really helped me concentrate, and I suggest trying it if you're ever having a bad trip.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5100</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 11, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,214</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5100&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5100&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), 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></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> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> About a week ago, I obtained some LSD in the form of sugar cubes, and decided that I would trip on my birthday, which was yesterday. I am fairly experienced with acid, having tripped at least 20 times in the past, and I have taken in excess of 5 hits on multiple occasions, and had never had a bad trip. <br> <br> This night, I dosed 5 cubes at around 6pm, and I expected a fairly routine, intense, yet mellow trip. Around 6:30, I started to get intense body waves and slight visuals, and I knew that this was going to be a big one. I got on the computer and started talking to people until I decided that I couldn't pay attention with all the visuals I was getting, so I went upstairs to get myself in order. When I got up there, I was starting to get kind of panicky, because I felt like I was about to go somewhere I had never been before, so I rolled a joint (with much difficulty) with the hopes of mellowing me out a bit. This was a bad idea, because with each hit, I began to lose more and more control until I felt like I was hanging by a thread. I was getting the most intense visuals of my life, but that was nothing compared to the intense mind fuck that was raping my brain. I felt like I was existing in snapshots, where I would be alert for about 5 seconds, and then I would lose the next 5 seconds, only to return, having to make up for the time I had lost. Does that make sense? If you've experienced it, you would know... <br> <br> I kept trying to think positive, but I could barely think at all so it was a lost cause. I knew I had to get out of my house, so I called my friend and told her I was the middle of a serious tweak, and that I needed help. She said that I sounded completely out of it and that I kept blanking out and slurring my words, and it took about a minute in a half for me to say a simple sentence. I barely remember even calling her. I went outside to wait for her, and as I was standing out in the cold, I could feel all these invisible hands touching and grabbing the back of my legs, and the ground looked like it was shaking and swaying like an earthquake. The only thing I could concentrate on were the cigarettes I kept smoking, which took as much focus as I could muster. I kept forgetting why I was outside, but all I knew was that I could not go back inside. I felt like I was going crazy and losing my mind, and the only thing that kept me sane was the small amount of rationality I had in my mind, which kept telling me that it was only the effects of the drug. It didn't matter though... I wanted out... <br> <br> Finally, my friend arrived and helped me into her car. I kept thinking that it was a bad idea that I had called her, and she was going to try to hurt me. I just sunk into my seat and watched the my surroundings as we drove. The town I have lived in all my life looked so unfamiliar and scary, and I felt like everything was closing in on me. She said she was going to pick up her boyfriend and asked if I would be ok in the car alone for a few moments. I said 'ok', and when she got out of the car I looked at my watch. It said 9:20. While she was inside, I was seeing shadows in the street everywhere, and kept seeing police lights that weren't really there. I kept expecting a swat team to come and pull me out of her car, and I knew that If that happened, I would be able to say nothing to protest because I could barely even think, let alone argue with some nonexistent cops. <br> <br> After several minutes of I got the distinct feeling that I was getting really old really fast, and I looked at my watch again, thinking that I had been in my friends car alone for at least an hour. My watch said 9:22. It had been only 2 minutes since she had left. This really freaked me out, and I put my hands over my ears hoping that the mind fuck would go away. As soon as I did this however, I heard a lound piercing scream-like sound in my left ear. This sound would switch to my right ear and back again, and did so until I took my hands off my ears. Finally, my friend returned with her boyfriend, and we left. Their return calmed me down alot, because it was comforting to listen to their normal conversation, because it reassured me that reality still existed. <br> <br> We drove around for quite a while, until I finally was in the state of mind where I was back in control. She dropped me off at home at around midnight, and I went inside. I was still tripping hard and getting intense visuals, but I had a much higher level of control. I finally went to bed at around 5 am, and woke up at around 1pm today feeling pretty much back to normal, with the exception of some very minor lingering trails, and the memory of an unforgettable night... I guess the moral of the story is NEVER underestimate the power of acid. It can sneak up on you no matter how experienced you are, and present you with a fuck of a bad trip your 1st time, or your 50th. You never know. Be careful.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5189</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: Jan 11, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,852</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5189&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5189&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), 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+ 8:00</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/salvia/">Salvia divinorum</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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> on the morning of the 17 of febuary I had just come home from a rave where I had found a source of lsd, and taken one tab. but in this report I will talk about my experience with salvia which occured at my house alone in my room, about eight hours into my acid trip. my trips usually last 12-13 hours before I can fall asleep. The rave was absolutely awesome, so you can imagine I was in a state of enlightment and peace when I was in my house. <br> <br> I had experimented with salvia before, but knew there was much that salvia hadn't shown me. I had very few experiences where I almost broke through. I was hoping the increased awareness of my trip would help me see into the salvia dimension. I prepared my glass pipe with a load of dried salvia leaf, and kept my bag handy for a reload. I gave a prayer to the salvia spirit to be kind to me and show me what she wanted me to see. <br> <br> well after clearing the first hit, I emptied the ashes and I loaded a second hit while still holding in the first. after letting it go, I took a few breaths of air and then began burning the second hit with a slow steady rythim until I could take no more and held it in. right after, I remember looking at my bowl and thinking 'this isn't salvia... but why does my bowl look kinda funny' the ashes began morphing into this round cartoonic face that was smiling and laughing,(at me perhaps?) and then it began to spin and multiply, I closed my eyes and then.... <br> <br> WHOOSH! the salvia wave came through me at magnificent speed like a sonic boom, it caught me so off guard the memory of the round faces faded in the distance along with any conception of reality or my self. I was entering some sort of foreign land, the wave felt like I was a camera of consciousness traveling through an organism. there was no 'I' in this experience, except that I was this camera of consciousness, traveling through an organism, and that organism was I. I curved around the top of my chest sinking into the base of my spine where I blasted into a mutitude of directions which propelled me into who knows where. the shaman's world?, or a sort of dreamtime, that had very little in common with spacetime. I was conscious at every moment but have trouble remembering what it was like. It was like returning to the state before being born. I remember everything began to fade darker and darker as I fell deeper and deeper into this world, as my soul was departing from its body and entering the holy 'other', like it was my time to go, and the spirits were asking me to follow them. I felt myself struggling to articulate my final thoughts before I left, and I remember thinking 'unless, I breathe... ...out!' <br> <br> ...and I let the second hit out. I opened my eyes for a brief second and remembered that there was this person in his room who had just smoked some salvia. I layed down on my bed and closed my eyes, reflecting on how utterly strange what I just experienced was. yet it felt so familiar, so real, the kind of being I had experienced as a child before I had the ability to remember. The whole peak must have lasted no more then thiry seconds to a minute, but it felt like an experience of timezero. I was still inebriated and slightly confused for the next five -ten minutes. <br> <br> I had never broken through so profoundly into the salvia dimension, it was like nothing I had experienced before. every other psychedelic I tried (I can't speak for dmt) still retained fundamental aspects of experience, that there is some sort of 'I' experiencing a sort of 'something' . Not only did salvia break all rules of the 'I' experience or the 'something', for moments, I completely forgot about the 'I' or that it ever existed, I would've believed the 'I' to be the most absurd thing, which is a paradox statment since I refered to an 'I' thinking the 'I' to be absurd. But it was another land I was in, and it felt so real, so innate. <br> <br> when I came down, I felt like I came back from the other side, with a sort of sacred knowledge. I looked upon this world with immense compassion and love. I felt as if this world was some sort theatrical play with the end already written, and we were just acting the middle out, except I knew what we felt was real- we are real, and it gave me compassion. compasion to be part of this world, to live with the people that are part of this time, compassion to play myself, to be this person who came back with this knowledge. for the rest of the day I had this sort of dreamy perception of the world, like a glowing afterglow, and felt very euphoric. very happy to have given up all the stupid bullshit of materialistic wants and the selfish ego-- to speak only truth, the truth and knowledge that salvia had taught me. <br> <br> I definately feel that salvia holds a secret knowledge, and has an animate spirit. It is as some others have said a 'teacher' plant. I feel I need to approach with respect for it to be kind to me, it knows more then I do, and can show me worlds I could never suppose existed. as for combining it with lsd, I definately felt it helped me break through. The usual amplification of my psychic abilities that lsd gives me, made me more aware of the finely intricate details of the experience. and I didn't experience the slight headache that I usually feel after smoking salvia, but felt extremely euphoric and relaxed. it was also probably because I had such a successful experience.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5263</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 12, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,575</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5263&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5263&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), Salvia divinorum (44) : 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">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+ 1:59</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">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The usage of nitrous oxide with miscellaneous hallucinogens brings about an experience so markedly different in terms of intensity and meaning. Nitrous appears to be some type of catylist, launching the user to level of experience not readily attainable using LSD, Psylocybin, mdma by themselves. My suspicion is the react similarly to the way the harmine/harmaline MAOI's work allowing oral ingestion of DMT to produce the desired effects or increasing the potency of Psylocybin. There are several other synergystic situations in the Psychedelic fields where 1+1=3. <br> <br> I have had many experiences using Nitrous but here is one of those that has stuck with me quite vividly. I had taken 1 hit of very strong, clean blotter acid before going to a party. About the time I was peaking, a couple friends and I went into a darker room where there was a large screen projection and some electronic musicians doing a live PA. PC's, keyboards, etc... The environment(always being important) was very relaxed and comfortable. Most of those in the room were tripping. <br> <br> There was a tank in the corner of the room so I decided to get a balloon. I sat down next to my friend who was preparing to roll some smoke and hit the nitrous. What happened next took me 2 years to articulate. As the nitrous set in the room seemed to close in all around me. The music and pleasant atmosphere warded off any feelings of hesitation and so I allowed the flow to continue. As the room coalesced inside of me it burst through the other side (sort of inside out) into a sphere of full color, pulsating geometric designs in perfect time with the music. I was at the center of this sphere, I was the sphere, the music was the sphere, expanding infinately in all directions. <br> <br> In that instant I had the most important epiphony I feel one can have. In that instant I crossed over, opened the door that our psyche uses as a protection mechanism that keeps us from connecting to where we came from. In that instant the words 'I know what its all about' came into my head. In that instant I was part of the eternal matrix that IS the TRUE reality. Where one knows all that has been, all that is, and all that will be. I know what YOUR great great great grandfather's best friend had for breakfast on his 3rd birthday! In that instant I realized the level of conectedness of everything that has ever been. The Psychedelic 60's coined a phrase: 'I am one with the universe' What we fail to understand is that we are! <br> <br> Nirvana, Moksha, Heaven, Spiritworld...whatever you want to call it....if you are looking for a slingshot into where we come from, nitrous and halucinogens have the capacity to show it to you provided you are prepared to experience 'undiluted awe' I dont reccomend this for the novice!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5306</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 12, 2002</td><td>Views: 16,196</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5306&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5306&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) : 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></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">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have listed on this page my personal experiences with different drug combinations. If your curious about a certain combo but arent sure if it's dangerous or not, then it might help to see that i didn't die from it and what someone else thought of it. <br> <br> please be advised - i am an undergrad psychobiology student, not a doctor. all of the information on this page is for informational purposes only. remember that even though i survived all of these interactions with only temporary after-effects, not everyone will react the same. (i have had an exceptionally good track record of health my entire life) recreational drug use is still very dangerous and is not for everybody!!!! <br> <br> the purpose of this page is to share some of the knowledge that i have gained in the last five years of drug experimentation. there seems to be very few web pages offering information on radical drug combinations and if i can save someone out there grief and/or money by sharing my experiences and mistakes, then i'd rather do so. <br> <br> <u>LSD and Ketamine</u> <br> k while tripping is an excelent way to boost your trip and take it to another level. bumps are good, but be careful to not overdo it. id say two lines maximum. you do not want to go into a hole! a k hole tripping is not the same as one normally. a normal k hole can be an enjoyable, profound expirience when done in a safe setting. you are much more concious and have a hieghtened sensory awareness while in a hole on lsd. on new years 2001 i was on two geltabs (equal to about 2 1/2-3 paper hits of lsd) and did four lines of k during my peak. it felt like a half hour long whip it that i just wanted to end. it felt really cool at first but after it didn't stop i began to really dislike it and went on a bad one. after the k wore off i was so sick of tripping i took a couple of xantax's to pass out. i didnt trip for about a month afterward. <br> <br> <u>LSD and Mushrooms</u> <br> works great for me, you get the best of both worlds in your trip. but this has the tendency to make people (with weak stomachs) sick. drop the acid first then eat the shrooms slowly over a period of a half hour or vomitaing may follow. <br> <br> <u>LSD and Cocaine</u> <br> not really an enjoyable combination. the coke pull you out of the trip but at the same time doesnt really feel like coke. you get the downside of coke but not the good. in my opinion, its a waste of coke. however, smoking a coke laced bowl of weed while tripping isnt bad. then again, when isnt it fun to smoke a laced bowl? <br> <br> <u>LSD and Ecstasy</u> <br> a fun combo. you can alter the times you take each drug in order to have different expiriences. taking the roll/s at the same time as the acid will ease you into the trip and can keep you from coming down hard on the roll. taking the roll in the middle of your trip is good to. id recommend you dont take acid in the middle of your roll because if youre tripping on acid when your coming down from the roll, the comedown will be worse. my worst trip ever was in oct of 2000. i had dropped 5 rolls and was ready to drop a couple hits. i was so fucked up i didnt notcie that i had eaten an entire five strip. when i came down i felt the worst ever. yuck :( i havent rolled since then. <br> <br> <u>LSD and Alcohol</u> <br> not really fun to do at the same time. drinking while tripping can make you sick. drinking before trpping is okay, but i wouldnt have more than two drinks after dropping the acid. <br> <br> <u>Cocaine and Ketamine</u> <br> yuck! you're disgusting for even mentioning it! <br> <br> <u>Cocaine and Ecstasy</u> <br> good if your rolls are dirty. if your rolls are pure than the coke can make you come down from the roll and not offer anything in return. see above on lacing bowls ;) <br> <br> <u>Cocaine and Alcohol</u> <br> in my opinion, the perfect club combo. just do them in equal amounts. one line = 1 1/2 to 2 drinks. <br> <br> <u>Cocaine and Mushrooms</u> <br> see coke and lsd <br> <br> <u>Ecstasy and Ketamine</u> <br> really fun, especially on clean rolls. dont overdo the k unless your in a safe environment. <br> <br> <u>Ecstasy and Alcohol</u> <br> if you want to havbe the best roll of your life get pissdrunk before you roll. but be careful cause you will be a mess. dont drink after dropping the roll cause you will most likely feel sick/ vomit. <br> <br> <u>Alcohol and Ketamine</u> <br> its oay, but nothing special. i have better uses for k. <br> <br> <u>GHB and Cannabis</u> <br> just like drinking and smoking. <br> <br> <u>GHB and Alcohol</u> <br> DON'T ASK!!!!!! <br> <br> <br> paxil,prozac, and serzone are not like any of the illegal drugs posted here. you cannot take one and expect to feel anything. these drugs take a week and sometimes more to affect the body. the information below is only for those who have been prescribed these medications by a docotor and are curious about what might happen if they try other drugs while on the medication. <br> <br> <u>Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Ecstasy</u> <br> dont do it unless you enjoy wasting your money on rolls. you will feel it for about a half hour then come down and get really tired and sleepy. taking rolls is not what you really should be doing anyway if your on these medications. if your on them its cause your trying to get better, depleting your serotonin reserves when trying to get better is the opposite of what you're trying to do. <br> <br> <u>Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Cocaine</u> <br> okay, but do the coke in small amounts, these medications dont just work on serotonin they effect dopamine as well <br> <br> <u>Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and LSD</u> <br> you wont trip as hard and it just plain feels wierd. i wouldnt reccomend it. serzone is okay with acid, though <br> <br> <u>Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Alcohol</u> <br> you get fucked up faster and are more of an ass when your drunk <br> <br> <u>Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Cannabis</u> <br> excellent combo. makes your highs very euphoric. doesnt work the same way with serzone <br> <br> Original can be found at: <br> <a href="http://members.tripod.com/nuttybozac/drugcombos.htm">http://members.tripod.com/nuttybozac/drugcombos.htm</a><!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2002</td><td width="90">ExpID: 11935</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 19, 2002</td><td>Views: 105,116</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11935&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11935&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), Alcohol (61), Mushrooms (39), Cocaine (13), Ketamine (31), LSD (2) : 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">  </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 --> While recovering from a drunken haze from the night before, I was reluctant to try acid again on a sunday night with school the next day, but I thought oh well forget it, and I dropped around 11pm. Stuck in a house full of people tripping, tweaking, rolling, drunk, high and generally burnt out on recreational drug use, I began to feel the effects around 11:45. <br> <br> I began to feel really relaxed and just wanted to be outside. I didn't know why but something was drawing me towards the porch. As I sat there on the couch, I looked towards the clouds as if they had something to say, but they only revealed a small church on top of a hill that I had never noticed before. Suddenly the whole situation clicked. <br> I first realized my revelation when I saw the light emitting from the church bell at the top of the steeple and how the light faded between the church and our apartment (like 2 miles away). I began to ponder this symbol and it jogged my memory like nothing ever had before. Thinking of my ex girlfriend who had been in town recently, I realized that she was an 'angel' from the church, and was saving us (everyone at the party) from the depths of hell, and no one knew it. To me, hell was our 'friend's' apartment which is coincidentally where we get most of our hard drugs from. Everything fit together, our whole apartment complex was on a downward slant towards hell, and the only way out was for the 'angel' to rescue us. <br> <br> I immediately reported my revelation to my good friends and they thought it was truly remarkable. We then proceeded to go inside and listen to some music with the lights off. Being the biggest led zeppelin fan ever, I requested something off the boxed set and ended up listening to the entire cd. I seemed to understand everything robert plant was saying (misty mountain hop) and really started listening to what each and every word meant. That is when I closed my eyes to see if I was actually tripping out....And boy was I. I started seeing a kalidescope of rainbow colors with robert plant's head on a tv in the center, revolving around an orange sun flashing yellow and white. This was way too much for me to take in so I shifted back over to the music. I couldn't believe it; stairway to heaven. The whole revelation was crystal clear to me now. My ex, aka the 'angel' was buying us a stairway to heaven, and was guiding us down the road into the promised land. <br> <br> I began to flip out. I thought something was really weird about this, like it was the truth, and there was no way to convince me otherwise. Earlier in the night, we retrieved a psychedelic flower from someone else's apartment and brought it upstairs to the one we were at. It seemed as if the flower was changing colors with the music, and everyone realized it at the same time. It seemed like god was communicating with me through the flower and was telling us the revelation which I had just experienced. This entire event occured while I was peaking. I looked at the flower and it morphed into a fish-like mailbox which I translated as the mouth of god. I figured of course he would have a fish, after all, all live evolved from the sea. It seemed that the flower was actually something owned by god since it possessed colorful symbolic beauty and was communicating to us through stairway to heaven. I was peaking and decided I was really freaking out, so I made my way back to the porch (2am). <br> <br> While out there, I nursed my gallon of water and began to ponder once more. But this time, I felt like all I had just taken in had made me so much more intelligent, that I could hear everything going on inside. Everyone kept saying 'Greg is totally fucked up' and 'is Greg ok?' This was not okay with me. Why couldn't everyone just chill and keep to themselves? I didn't know. But the eerie thing was that I could hear every conversation before it happened and I interpreted it before it even came to someone's mouth. I talked to my good friend and told him I couldn't take this environment and decided to walk home. I lay in the bed, but to my surprise I could still hear every conversation at the apartment a block away. I could hear every single person laughing at the whole situation, what they were saying about me, and what they were going to do. <br> <br> It was like I was on a different plane of reality. I immediately tried to communicate through esp. I visualized everyone sitting around in a group forum, and I was the only one talking. I tried to contact my friend Melissa, and as I contacted her, her body started to materialize in my sheets (still peaking). I could see parts of her and I could feel her legs rising up in my covers. Then about five minutes later, she actually walked in the door. <br> <br> For the rest of the night, I was communicating psychically with what I thought was our whole group of friends, but was really only Melissa. I thought everyone could hear me, and since I had the revelation, what I was saying was totally obviously true. Melissa thought I was weird, but for some reason (she was rolling) she could hear and understand what I was talking about and relate to me. It made the whole experience worthwhile to share it with someone who understands. Then I went to sleep and woke up a different man. <br> -Greg<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5390</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 14, 2002</td><td>Views: 8,654</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5390&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5390&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>(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">112 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I consider this the first time I REALLY tripped. I had taken LSD three times before: 2 paper hits twice, and one yellow geltab once, but all three of those experiences are blown away in comparison to this one. <br> <br> Mike, a well-seasoned tripper, got some yellow geltabs from his housemates. They had done it during the day and had basically asserted that they weren't all that potent. The one yellow tab I had done a couple of weeks before had pretty much only given me a slight mindfuck and no visuals, so I wasn't intimidated. So, Mike and I decided to trip that Saturday night. <br> <br> We each took one tab and left my house at 8:00 pm, in separate cars (big mistake), and went to go rent some good tripping. When we got to the video store, Mike joked 'R u feeling anything?' But the truth was, I was already starting to feel a little funny, and only maybe ten minutes had gone by. <br> <br> We left the store and headed to Mike's house. I followed him, Crystal Method pounding inside my car. I was a little uncoordinated when it came to getting on the expressway, and I kind of almost got in an accident, but I managed to get on the ramp OK. The ramp lifted me high up, or so it seemed, and I could see the city lights ahead like millions of little stars. There was construction on the expressway, so there were miles of flashing barricades set up. I wasn't having visuals yet, but it seemed like there were a hundred cars behind me, and what with the soundtrack, I felt like I was doing warp speed in a spaceship. <br> <br> After a slightly panicky ride of twenty minutes or so, we arrived at Mike's deserted house, at which point we took the second hit. I just felt weird for about a half hour or so. I could tell when it kicked in, because I had been dancing with glostix and Mike left the room, and I told him he didn't want to hang with the glostick reject and then I burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I can still feel that cold ass tile floor against my back, and there I was, just cracking up. I finally managed to get up and go into the guest bathroom. The counter was moving in all sorts of awesome patterns, and for the longest time I just stared at it in marvel, occasionally laughing nervously. <br> <br> When I managed to tear myself away from that scene, Mike and I went into his housemate's room, which had a ton of psychedelic posters and tie-dyed stuff in it. The posters looked incredible and almost three-dimensional. I then got on the bed, which was a waterbed, and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. Above me, a huge black-and-orange tie-dyed sheet was draped across the ceiling. This was when the tie-dye lines started coming alive, slowly at first, and then they started hauling ass, going crazy. Mike had put some weird trippy electronic music on earlier, and I screamed for him to turn it off. It sounded menacing. <br> <br> There was an awful point in time where I thought I was going to go crazy. Mike came over to me and asked if I was going to be OK. I remember looking kind of over his shoulder, and through my peripheral vision a second, translucent face came out of his face, so it looked like he had two heads. I shoved my face into a mercifully dark pillow and moaned. I wasn't exactly sure. The only thing that kept me from falling apart was Mike telling me that he'd tripped so hard before, he had to touch the trees to make sure they were real. So if he had survived, then perhaps I would as well. <br> <br> Mike convinced me to go for a walk in the neighborhood. It was nighttime, but I have never seen so many colors in the dark before. Everything had its own distinct pattern: the sidewalk was done up in wavy stripes, the sky had some other psychedelic 60's looking pattern, etc. Dozens of metallic colors were all over the place. Everything had zillions of trails outlining it; my own body had so many trails dancing around it that I felt like I was wearing a thick astronaut suit. Thus, I was walking with my legs apart and arms out. <br> The walk consisted of many colors and trails, and me thinking there were people where there weren't, and finally, me totally forgetting where the hell we were. I was happy when we reentered the safety of the house. For a while we lied down in Mike's room and I became engrossed in a lava lamp. I had a strange urge to take a warm bath. Also, it felt like my foot was on the verge of cramping up. It stayed that way for hours. <br> <br> Moments later, the rest of housemates got home. They were loud and happy, which boosted my experience. I looked thru the patio door to see one of them pulling little sticky seeds from his feet; to me, they looked like millions of little green baby grasshoppers. This wigged me out, so I went back in. <br> <br> We watched one of those psychedelic videos, and it looked so amazing. The screen showed a kaleidoscope of colors that kept morphing and morphing, and they looked razor sharp with detail. I remember being awed at how the mind could keep up with that speed. We popped in Fear and Loathing and laughed till we couldn't take it anymore. We even rewound some parts. When it was over, we watched it again with similar results. I was starving and was eating anything I could get my hands on. I ate some kind of party mix, and sugar cones, like the kind for ice cream. I found that eating very crunchy things was delightful while tripping. <br> <br> We finally put in The Matrix, and while it had good visual effects, it wasn't a comedy like the previous movie, and I began to wind down. Outside, I saw the sun was coming up. My eyes ached, like I had been straining them for a long time. About a quarter of the way thru the movie, we decided to go to bed. <br> <br> In bed, I felt like I had sunk about six inches into the mattress. It felt very soft, and the comforter felt as though I had swaddled myself in clouds. It was eerily quiet, like that static quiet you hear when u finally come out a loud club and you're partially deafened. I can't remember when, but I finally fell into a deep sleep. <br> <br> If that sounds like a pleasant experience, well, it was. I didn't really mean to ingest that much, and it was pretty freaky at first. I can't stress enough the importance of having a friend with you when you trip, preferably a friend who's done it plenty of times before at much higher doses, so that when u think the world and your mind are going to shatter into a million prismatic pieces, someone's there to convince you otherwise. <br> <br> PLURR <br> *pooky*<!-- 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: 5420</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: Jan 14, 2002</td><td>Views: 10,326</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5420&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5420&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), 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">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is one experience that taught me to take all things in moderation. This was not a bad trip, but had some negative aftereffects that put me in my place as far as drugs go. <br> <br> It was new years. All of my friends were on Christmas break and had some free time. My friend was living in a house her family owned, and over the two week span that we had off, It had become a fairly well known party house. But on new year's eve, we wanted to have a private party. There had suddenly been a large flow of acid into my small town, and a group of us (6) wanted to get some. We all had two cubes, exept for two people, who had 1 and 1/2 by sharing. <br> <br> We had all decided to take them at midnight, after going to another actual new years party. This means that none of us had slept in about 13 hours or so when we took them. We had spent a large portion of the day setting up shiny things (glowsticks tied to a rotating fan, shattered glowsticks in the shower stall, etc), and there were 2 or 3 trip sitters there just hanging out. We didn't really do anything at first, just kind of sat around sucking up that 'MAN OH MAN, WOW, THIS IS GONNA BE INTENSE' feeling that vibrates up my spine when I take something like acid. We did stuff in preparation. Eating a bunch of vitamin C pills and buying red bull for when we started to peak, mainly. <br> <br> Eventually, it started to kick in. We smoked some pot about then, but we smoked it in the closet, as it seemed like a good idea at the time. The next few hours mainly consisted of the six of us rolling around my friends house, soaking up color and bizarre thought patterns. I remember that we had a bright orange boa, some 'juice' (highlighter and glowstick fluid put into a full water bottle) next to the small blacklight. We also took full advantage of the previously mentioned shower. Now, to a person not fucked up, the shower was still pretty neat: Multicolored glowstick innards sprayed around, giving the impression of a small nebula. However, the 6 of us were not even prepared for the shower when we were on acid. We grabbed all of the neat stuff we had in the living room, and made a druggie caravan into the bathroom. <br> <br> We al stood in awe at the little universe in the shower, all huddled together holding a blacklight, a strobelight and each other very close to it. We had experimented with having a person go in the shower, and it was quite an experience. We wer not satisfied yet, though. It was only a brief time before the shower was turned on, and the strobelight hung in 'Ben's' hand, only inches away from the water. Luckily, Craig had a sudden thought, 'shiny + shiny = BAD!', and as messed up as it sounds, it's what saved us from being electrocuted. <br> <br> This is where my story turns from an adolescent ranting about how messed up he and his friends were, to a story of the maddening comedown. <br> <br> There was a lot of neat stuff happening, but then we all realized the sun was coming up. I wasn't sure about everyone else, but I was still tripping hard. I had had enough. I wanted to come back to reality, or as I put it at the time, I wanted 'my lefts, rights, ups and downs back.' Everyone else decided to go for a walk to see the sun rise, but I was not ready to go out in public like I was, so I told them I was going to stay at the house. They weren't thrilled with the though of me being left to my own devices at this stage, but they left anyways. <br> <br> I was alone. <br> <br> All of the trip sitters had long since fallen asleep. For at least an hour, I kept moving. First, I tore down all of the shiny things we had set up, because I didn't ever want to see them again. I turned off the music we had been playing all night, cleaned the shower, and turned all of the lights off. There was a dim natural light throughout the entire house, so turning the lights off made things a lot more serene in the house. <br> <br> There was absolute silence. <br> <br> I kept trying to sleep, and ended up lying on every bed and couch in the entire house. I kept getting lost in thought; a horrible circular logic. I would close my eyes to try and sleep, but my mind was buzzing. There was no more hallucination, only an intense stupification. I felt really dirty. The entire time my friends were on their walk, all I could think was 'I hope they get back soon', over and over. As terrible as this sounds, I'm still glad that I didn't leave the house with them, I couldn't have handled it. <br> <br> When they all got back, it was probably about 8:00 am. Throughout the day, some people left, and the rest of us were just trying to deal with what we had all experienced. Strange recollections of gibberish we had spouted earlier haunted us all ('What the hell is a beafterthat?'). <br> <br> Through the following week, I felt that I was changed. Different in some inconceivable way; and on some nights of that first week, I would go into the bathroom and cry for no reason. Craig said the same thing, even the crying thing. It was a lifechanging experience. Definitely for the better, but there are negative shadows hanging over me now. Acid was fun, wild and philosophical, but I don't think I could handle taking it more than once every two or three years, if even that. <br> <br> *By the way, a beafterthat is when you can't get out of a thought. The circular logic thing. This may not make sense to anyone, but it's fun to share :)<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5553</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 17, 2002</td><td>Views: 9,060</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5553&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5553&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">  </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">210 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is not just one report, but a 'potted' history of my highs and lows of acid. Whether its valid or interesting or not, I don't know. . . . :) <br> <br> I first had acid at a house party with a friend, although there were a number of people there that I did not know. The night started well, and I was happily sitting on the sofa believing that I was watching an episode of 'Neighbours' (a popular Australian sitcom) when I was, in fact, looking at a picture of horses above a fireplace :) This interesting experience I interspersed with holding a burning cigarette EXTREMELY close to my eyes because the tip looked like a glowing chandelier. The only real strange part of the night was my friend claiming that she was now scared of me (she was tripping too) and hiding behind another friend, all night. However, there was a nice room to sit it, with luminous stars on the ceiling. Everything was nice, and I sat and cuddled people. :) <br> <br> Other experiences included talking to my friend about how everything was a question? This was at a festival here in England, and it was at this festival that I had my first strange (bad?) trip. Basically, I mixed it up too much, taking speed, Ecstasy and then 2 trips. I always have bad come downs on Speed, crying etc, and this was no different. However, this time the Acid gave visualisations to my depression from the coming down speed. Everyone was frightened because I wanted to 'replace their eyes with their teeth' This got to the extent that two of my friends later hid because they thought I was going to come and do something horrible to them. . . something which never crossed my mind. <br> <br> This fear motif returned later, when I was at another house party. The 'owner' of the house was in his room (busily occupied making love) and drunken people were basically messing his house up, putting Coke in the dryer etc. I got it into my mind to actually stab my best friend. I had a knife, and he looked in my eyes and ran away, quickly. The thing was that I couldn't differentiate between right and wrong, actions and consequences. Within 5 minutes, the notion had passed, and I hugged him and he stroked my hair. (We are both heterosexual males, but not fazed by things like that). <br> <br> Just to throw in some positive experiences, I remember laughing so hard because we all got leg jitters together when we all sitting down together. I remember kissing people and feeling like my kisses and my lips were shining. I remember feeling that I had tendrils coming out of my head, connecting to everyone elses head and passing love from me to everyone, and vice versa. A kind of 'Napster of Love'. <br> <br> What stopped me taking acid was when I did some White Lightnings. Whilst on this, I couldn't sleep, when everyone else was falling asleep around me. I had talked so much I had lost my voice (a common occurrence for me). This time, however, my vision was shaking, as if I was rocking my head from side to side (I probably was). In an effort to calm myself down, my friend took me to have a few hits from a bucket, but that just made me feel worse. I could only think that I was going insane on the outside, but I was sane on the inside. To everyone else, I was as mad as a hatter, but I couldn't break through the wall with my internal sanity. Eventually, I managed to go to sleep, and when I awoke completely sane, I hugged everyone around :) <br> <br> These were very isolated experiences, over two years of taking acid 3-5 times almost every week. My creativity (musical and/or otherwise) was greatly enhanced. Friends I made then I feel like I have a bond with that I could otherwise never have. The amount of times when I fell asleep feeling happier than ever far outweigh the bad times. If you're wavering about trying acid, I'd say try it in the best place you can. Remember Leary noting that you took your frame of mind into the trip, and it guided it. Surround yourself with friends, in an environment that is comfortable and familiar. It should be good. If it isn't don't do it again. <br> <br> One more thing. . . . I don't know if this is particularly relevent for countries other than Britain, but I found that certain types of Acid had slightly different effects on me. For instance, 'Strawberries' (these known by the blotter art) were the nicest, instilling me with love. On the other hand 'Jaggers' (showing a big tongue - the Rolling Stones symbol) and 'White Lightnings' (generally no blotter art) seemed to make me paranoid and a bit destructive. Has anyone else found this? In general, if I decide to continue, I try to get the same type of acid, of the same supplier if possible. <br> <br> I don't take it at the moment, but I think it's about I started again. . . . . when my brain feels flat from normality, its time to expand it again. . . . . . <br> <br> Take care of yourselves, and each other (where did that come from :) <br> <br> Peace.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5621</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 18, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,790</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5621&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5621&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> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 bowls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is story about destruction and redemption. I had taken LSD probably a dozen times and smoked my body weight in marijuana before one fateful night. Until then, me and drugs (and I've tried just about every one) had always gotten along fine. <br> <br> I was with a cousin: we dropped the acid and swung back to his place to smoke. Trip started out fine. Heavy, heavy, heavy, but beautiful. I kept smoking wanting to push it further. Guess I went further that night then I could handle. Came face to face with my limit, for the first time. <br> <br> My cousin was a stranger. I knew him, but didn't know who he was. Looked out the window and saw our world, earth, but in the future. Flying cars, towering neon spires, a night sky that looked like static. Normally I would have loved such intense visuals, but it was too much. I had time traveled, or dimension hopped, and didn't know how to handle it. <br> <br> I pulled my eyes away and tried all the things I normally loved to do on LSD: drawing, listening to music, talking, etc. Nothing worked, my hands wouldn't move right, and my mind couldn't focus on any material task. I eventually begged myself to sleep, and did so... in a whirl of colors, voices, sounds, and strange thoughts. <br> <br> The memory of losing control that night haunted me. I tried LSD over and over to recapture my initial love for the drug, but it, and pot were no longer my teachers, they just fucked me up too bad. I went from being the person everyone asked to trip with, to not being able to touch it. Humbling. :) <br> <br> So I waited years. Grew, got deeper, reflected. Thought about the night and what it meant. Thought about the Grand Scheme. There are many possible explanations of what happened, of why it went sour. I meditated on these. <br> <br> I've begun healing myself. Experiences like that leave scars. Spiritual scars. I'm slowly reprogramming my brain. (For me, it has to be slowly.) I'm letting go of my negative associations, and willing back the good ones through meditation and the use of other substances. <br> <br> There are many factors that come into play when I take drugs. Many of them are well-known: body weight, where you are, who you are with, what you've eaten, how healthy you are, how well rested, etc. But there is another factor when it comes to psychedelics, and that is spiritual readiness. If you push harder and further into The Beyond (call it what you will) then you are ready to go, these things can happen. <br> <br> My advice, as one who has gone to the edge and returned is this: remember psychedelics are sacred. They are a gift. If you are determined to use them, give them the respect and love they deserve. As a wise man once told me, you can't rush the opening of a flower. <br> <br> Be well brothers and sisters. We are all in this thing together.<!-- 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: 5715</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 21, 2002</td><td>Views: 13,607</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5715&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5715&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) : Retrospective / Summary (11), 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">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> </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 --> Me and my friends had been raving quite often and we decided we were going to take one of our 'newer' friends down to a free rave in memory of a girl. <br> <br> We were all excited to go down and see our friend roll. We get down and the place is dry of E. I hadnt tried mushrooms before, so when asking around for Ecstasy I found mushrooms and I decided to buy an 1/8. My friends bought 2 pills of E (1 was bunk). <br> <br> We kept asking around hoping to find some E for everyone. We walked around for a while, and then a guy came selling UFO acid. We bought a total of about 20 hits. We all took 3. The guy that I bought it from told me to only take 2. But I figured I knew what I was getting myself into, so I took 3. We then walked back to his car that was parked on the hill, and waited to see what would happen. I didnt think anything was happening, and then stuff started getting weird, very weird. I wont even describe the visuals, because I cant. OFF THE WALL. A smashed plastic sack was between me & a friend in the back seat. Suddenly it started growing, and pulsing. I could actually see the back melting and creasing. It looked very alive. Me and my freind were tripping out on this, and then he smashed it. It looked dead. very dead. not at all like a bag. <br> <br> I remember looking my mask that had Tiger Balm on the inside and I could see it moving aorund on the mask, it would rise off the mask about 2 inches and just start spinning towards my face. My friends hair all stood out on end and started spinning. <br> <br> After this, I went insane. I felt a very strong pain right above the back of my mouth. This pain was the worst feeling I have ever had. I felt that I was losing my mind. I was very scared. It was very intense. I have had this same feeling but not as bad after that when tripping (on acid). I felt the thing in my mind that was keeping me sane was snapping and dislodging the barrier between my rational section of my brain, and the hidden insane part. After about 2 hours of this I was still in the car, which was probably my biggest mistake. <br> <br> I had waaaaaayyyy to much acid for my first time. Anything that gave my brain stimulation seemed to overload it, all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep, but I couldnt do anything. I wouldnt leave the car. <br> <br> The moral of the story is, w/ acid or any strong drug, make sure your first time you take a handleable dosage.<!-- 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: 5794</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 4, 2002</td><td>Views: 18,256</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5794&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5794&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Combinations (3), 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>(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">107 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had done acid once before, but I had only taken one hit the first time and didn't really get much out of it, so I thought I would try two this time. Around 7pm me and a few other friends each took our one hit and sat around watching tv waiting for the acid to kick in. After about an hour we hadn't felt anything but a slight high, so we decided to take another one. We sat in a friends bedroom and all of a sudden it was like everything around were just the fuuniest things ever...It felt like we had sat there for hours just laughing continuously about nothing. After about what was really 30 mintues I was starting to really feel it, and I was looking at my friend when she told me the bed was breathing...and I thought she was crazy, but it actually was and then everything around us started to breath and we looked over at this plastic chair and there was a water fall running down it. Then me and my friend H were looking at Bs feet and they started to swell up and we could see the blood going through her feet, so that really scared us and we all decided that we had to all have socks on because it was just to sick to look at anymore. Our friend T who hadn't taken anything decided we needed to go get a movie, we all piled into her truck and drove to the movie store. On the way there I had brought my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth and it was the most awsome feeling ever. <br> <br> after we got a movie we had planned on going over to T's brothers house so she could get some alchohol. On the way back to her house we decided to call a friend and see if he wanted to hang out, he had asked us to come over. Since T wanted to drink I decided that I was ok to drive. I still don't really understand how we made it there because one min. we were at her house and the next we were across town. When we got into his house he told us he was going to go get some food and be right back and for us to just stay there. It seemed like he was gone for hours but it had to only be 20-30 mintutes. We sat in the living room and watched tv some more when all of a sudden I jumped up and decided that I didn't like the way his house felt and that it was making me sick looking at everything mutate. I walked into the kitchen hoping it would fade away and I could just go back and watch tv, only it got worse and I kept saying I just wanted it all to stop and that C needed to come back to his house. I walked around in circles feeling fine one secound and the next I was scared and wanted to go home...and then the next secound I thought I was going to die, because I felt like my insides were falling out and they were going to be aten away by bugs. <br> <br> I thought maybe if I went back into the kitchen and got some water I would be fine, but The water only seemed to make it worse and it all hurt more. My friends just kinda looked at me like they didn't know what to do. Then I thought I would just go lay down and fall asleep, no way was that going to happen. When I layed down I really felt like everything was being draind from my body and i was getting really scared. We all decided that it was the house and that we just needed to leave. B took me to my car so we could figure out if it was me or just the house. We sat in my car and i was feeling all better and then C came home and came out to the car to see what we were doing and tell us to come back inside. I decided that I was fine to go back inside untill I got inside and he had brought a bunch of people over. Me and B just decided to go upstairs away from them and talk. When I felt like I was going to die again. We went back down stairs and told H and T that we had to go back to T's house. <br> <br> Walking out to the car everyone had felt like the house made them sick. We got in the car and everyone said they felt so much better in the car than the house. I don't remember the drive back to T's house, but somehow we made it. When we walked into the house I soon felt the feeling like i was going to just die AGAIN and told them to take me to the hospital because I was really dieing. They both just looked at me like I was crazy so then I thought if I went into the bathroom and I came back out and I'd be fine...well the bathroom wasnt the place. The walls in the shower were marble and they keept changing colors and the flowers on the floor were dancing around and the walls were sweating. I was feeling really sick looking at all this so I went back into the room and tried to lay down but the pain of my insides being ripped out returned. <br> <br> I thought that maybe if I called someone that was sober they could talk to me and tell me that I wasnt dieing. I called my ex bf because I thought that only him or my mom could make everything go away and I'd be better again, but he wasn't home. B called her bf since he does this alot he might be able to help us. He was no help. I made several trips to the bathroom thinking I would feel better in there. I tired to explain to H what I was feeling and I guess I really scared her and she started crying. After awhile we all sat on the bed and me and H were crying and laughing so hard we didn't know if we were happy, sad, scared, tired, etc. About 30 min. of that we were all feeling alot better and decided to go upstairs and get some food. We came back down and ate and talked about what all had happend and why it was happinging. ( we really got no where) around 4am I finally got a hold of my ex bf and talked to him for a few minutes and just talking to him made me feel like I was ok and I could go to sleep. We all fell asleep around 5. <br> <br> So that was the whole trip in short. It started off great and soon turned into the worst thing I have ever felt. I don't know what made it all go down hill so fast, but I think it was the change of atmosphere and the mood that C put us all in. I don't think I'll stop acid, but I will always remember this and REALLY hope it never happens again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5860</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 5, 2002</td><td>Views: 13,012</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5860&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5860&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">600 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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> On or about May in the year 2000, I decided to take a trip to the northwoods of Michigan with some of my friends from my DJ collective. As a requirement for our 'trip', we decided to ingest as much LSD and DXM as possible and relate to each other our individual experiences at a later date. Now, when we had arrived at our destination, we (there was four of us) were to take our share of the drugs and disappear until we had come down fully. Our reasoning behind this was that if we came back still in the 'World', our ability for objective examination of our experiences would be severely limited. <br> <br> This meant that the four of us would be wandering around in the woods in a severe state of disasscotiative hallucinations. At a later date we agreed that this was extremely daring and not to mention dumb. However, we had thought to bring along backpacks, compasses, maps, food & water, so at the time we figured we would be safe. <br> <br> After dosing and wandering off from our meeting point, I became highly aware of the wind blowing through the pine trees and the creaking of tree trunks. At this point, it was just the LSD taking effect, so I had no worries. (I am no stranger to powerful psychedelics) We had started our trip early in the day, so I set about exploring my surrounding and familiarizing myself with them. (unfamiliar surroundings can be VERY unpleasant at high doses of LSD and DXM) At about 10AM the DXM had begun taking hold, and I found it very hard to keep my arms down at my sides. They kept lifting up maybe a foot or two from my sides, and wouldn't swing normally as I walked. (I probably looked like Brandon Lee in that 'The Crow' poster) I found myself looking at everything as a potential plaything, and from time to time scale a tree as far as I could, (I don't remember how I got back down), throw a few rocks, try to pet a squirrel, etc... I eventually found a really neat looking stick on the ground, examined it, and deposited it in my belt like a sword or something. <br> <br> Now about noon, I had wandered approx. three or four miles, and happened upon a dirt two-track that had been in a state of disuse for some time. Following it for about 10 minutes, I found a hunting cabin, with, to my delight, a broken down VW microbus. And two of my friends were already inside the cabin. I could hear them fencing with what sounded like frying pans. <br> <br> I decided to ignore them and climbed aboard the VW. It was a rusted out hulk, totally gutted from the elements, and had a sapling growing in the center of it. I believed I had found some sort of Zen hippy garden, and set about decorating it with bits of junk laying around the cabin. At this juncture, my last friend-at-large wandered in, (he said he heard the frying pan war), and he decided that we still hadn't taken enough LSD. Gathered together around my strange junk-zen-hippy-VW-garden, we took the rest of the vial of LSD and waited. <br> <br> From about 1PM till 3AM we had totally lost ourselves in the trip, and had turned our cabin into a delightful maze of branches, plywood, an old refigerator, drum from an dryer, and about a hundred glowsticks. Many discussions were had of life, love, and the trueness of 'Twelve Monkeys', the spectacle of our creation, and how we were going to release ourselves from the bonds of our non-experiencing selves. <br> <br> To all of our displeasure, a group of teenagers from town arrived at about 3:30AM (this spot was probably their pot-smoking area) while we were off trying to talk to deer. When we came back, the kids had destroyed my VW-garden, confiscated our lightsticks and broken them, and were carrying slingshots and pellet rifles. <br> <br> Being armed with no more than a few Zippos and my voodoo stick, we decided to retire for the night. Unfortunately, even though we had all been able to fall asleep on LSD before, in combination with the DXM, we were extremely aware and in a state of some agitation. Thus, we sat in our car until about noon the next day, when the local sheriff noticed our vacant stares and hollowed facial expressions and shooed us out of town. <br> <br> As for the LSD, the experience was as expected, but the DXM (in the form of coricidin C+C) had twirled all of us into a weird state of existance flip-flopping between hysteria and psychosis. All of us agreed that the C+C tablets were not that bad, with only mild nausea and itching. After we had finally gotten a full days sleep, we all definitely wanted to achieve that state of being again, but have never been able to, even at higher doses of DXM and LSD. Coricidin has ceased to be as effective as it once was. A question stemming from that aspect- does DXM build up in the body, and if so, when will it reach toxic levels? I hope someone can answer this, as I value DXM as one of our tools for expression musically and intellectually.<!-- 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: 5917</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: Feb 6, 2002</td><td>Views: 30,485</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5917&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5917&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DXM (22), LSD (2), Chlorpheniramine Maleate (164) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></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="/pharms/hydrocodone/">Hydrocodone</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">144 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 joints/cigs</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is a story of my first and only trip on acid. I was with my friend Mike at a party getting drunk, popping pills and waiting for a bag of weed to arrive. When the weed didn't show up at midnight me and Mike took his truck to go and find a bag. Mike said that his roommate Matt could probably find some. When we got to Mike's dormroom Matt was just about to leave to another party. <br> 'Got any buds?' I asked. <br> Matt said he didn't have any and he didn't know where to get any but for fifty bucks he'd run and get me 14 hits of acid. I'd never done acid before but I was so fucked up that I didn't even think about it and I gave him my fifty bucks. <br> <br> When Matt returned he handed me a piece of foil with a strip of tie-dye paper wrapped inside it. Mike (who had tripped alot before) cut it and gave me a tab of paper amounting to about six hits. I asked Matt how much I should do and he said 'for the first time? I'd take one-maybe two.' I put the entire cut on my tongue 'if one or two will get me tripping, six will make me trip balls' I thought. 'great, now what am I supposed to do?' Mike asked (he had intended on splitting 3 a peice). “take the rest, it'll be fun!” I said. Mike took the remaining eight hits and we headed to the grocery store for some snacks and orange juice. <br> <br> Mike and me had been planning on tripping together ever since we met. We had taken laundry detergent and black lights and turned his room into a tripper's paradise. When the lights were off and the black lights were on the tide that was flung all over the room would glow like a giant world of stars and as we started our trip, the setting couldn't have been any more comfortable. We turned on Pink Floyd 'saucer full of secrets' and the music made the room alive with crawling, swirling, glowing balls of bright white galaxies. <br> <br> For about two hours all we did was sit there and watch this beautiful scene, it was great. Than we decided to go for a cigarette. <br> <br> While outside, we ran into a pothead named Robert, he was smoking a joint, so we joined him right outside of the dorm doors, passing a doobie like it was legal. Every white car that went by looked exactly like a police car to me and Mike, who were relying on Robert to make intelligent decisions because we were too fucked up. What we never thought about was that Robert was really fucking stoned and not in any way reliable. He decided to give us a couple of joints to enhance our trip. We thanked him and went to Mike's truck and smoked both joints. <br> <br> Mike's truck was so cloudy that I couldn't see him a foot away from me. We opened the doors and laughed as all the smoke bellowed out like a giant wave. To our horrored surprise, the campus police officer was just walking out of the door as we shut both doors. <br> <br> Did he see us get high and is he coming to bust us? <br> we didn't know but anyone who's ever tripped will tell you that police are extremely negative to a trip. <br> <br> Mike started to run but I grabbed him by the back of his shirt. <br> 'He can't bust you if you stay cool.' Since we had no pot left he really couldn't prove shit. somehow I managed to comprehend that. <br> But poor Mike was under the power of eight hits of strong blotter, he didn't really comprehend shit. <br> The cop passed us without even looking. Five seconds later Mike turned around and in a very stupid manner said 'Hello.' <br> <br> We decided to go back to his room and calm him down because he was starting to freak out about doing eight hits and being scared that he'd die. I was still having a good time but the combination of Mike's frightened voice, the six hits, and the events just prior, finally sank in, it was no longer fun to be this fucked up, and I wanted out. <br> <br> But I wasn't getting out, the music became more and more violent, all the shadows in the room stood out and began to crawl, the television light began to dim, and the music became evil, chanting voices, I didn't know what they were saying but I knew they were summoning Satan. The faces on the TV merged together and turned a brilliant color red, the red became an ominous face and that face grew ram horns and fiery yellow eyes, and breathed blasphemous fire right into my soul. Every shadow in the room came together and locked around me in a cage, I was terrified, I closed my eyes but the face was still in my head, I whispered the name of Jesus and I began to cry. <br> <br> Suddenly it was all gone, Mike was still frightened but my fear was over, God had saved me from the wrath of evil. I felt saved and very relieved. Me and Mike left his room and drove to a friend's house so he could calm down, his heart was beating a million times a minute, and he was very worried but eventually we both got sleep that night. <br> <br> I have never done acid since than. For a year I was plagued with anxiety attacks, probably post-traumatic stress syndrome from what had happened. Mike too experienced negative reactions. <br> Since then I have come to the conclusion that the devil was a hallucinative manifestation of my depression, since that trip I quit popping pills, getting drunk, and only smoke weed occasionally. One might think my experience was negative, but I believe that LSD is a tool that showed me who I really was, and helped me change my life for the better. It also taught me to respect drugs and also myself, since my experience I have changed many of the negative things about me. And I couldn't have done it without the help of my own demons.<!-- 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: 5947</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 6, 2002</td><td>Views: 14,119</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5947&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5947&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">200 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dxm/">DXM</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/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">220 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had tried DXM about three times and really enjoyed it affects. I ran onto some of the best acid I have ever had and decided to make a cocktail of the two. I had about 200mg of DXM and one blotter hit of LSD at 10:00 pm. This is what I experienced. <br> <br> It didn't take long for me to find my bed. I could feel something coming on but concurrently I was relaxed and wanted to lay down. I feel asleep very shortly and awoke. I was enjoying my environment a little better and thats when I started looking at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. They began moving distaces of a few feet or so, moving in all directions. As hour 1 was approaching I didn't know what to expect since some of the things I saw were pretty intense for this short amount of time. Another half hour passed and I took to the outdoors. It was a cool breezy night with fast, dark moving clouds that caught my attention. I felt completely at peace with everything around me. I observed beauty in everything I saw and felt exhilerated by having the wind blow through my soul. I knew I belonged in this beauty as an intrical part of the surrounding environment. I danced with the wind, although I as a rule of thumb don't dance. I am not particularily religious but I felt God speaking to me telling me that everything was alright. I was the pupil in this mental conversation as God showed me the beauty in everything and how that was for me and everybody to experience. I wept at this beauty that now surrounded me. I wished everybody could remove themselves from the meaningless stress that they endure and join me in seeing what life was really like. <br> <br> As the 4th hour encroached I put a headset on. I played Hendrix and could feel electric energy shoot through my entire body on every note. The wind complemented the music, adding it's own value to this mind-blowing experience. Soon I wasn't sure if the wind was influencing the music, or the music comanding the wind...it was all so interconnected and it all moved through my body. I felt love, and grasped everything at a higher plane than I'd ever perceived on any other psychadelic experience. Even when dealing with things like death that may be scarey on acid, now it was a part of life that was beautiful in its own respect. I stayed outside all night, watching the natural splendor that surrouded me. Everything contained beauty and so watching things was to observe and feel the beauty of these objects for the first time. <br> <br> LSD and DXM both come to a peak when I use them but here it came in waves all night long. For a half hour I would experience intense hallucination and then 45 minutes later I would feel it again. This experience lasted 18+ hours. <br> <br> I did look like I was on some heavy drugs while doing this and it appeared that even the most naive person could pick up on what I was doing if I were out in public. <br> <br> My experience that evening has had a profound impact on me. I have retained great insight on what is really important in life and try to live my life in accordance with this. I don't think I'll ever forget what happened that evening.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6027</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 8, 2002</td><td>Views: 27,591</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6027&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6027&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DXM (22), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had recently purchased a 100 hit bottle of liquid acid. <!--I was told that each hit was approximately 250 micrograms, give or take depending on size of drop so I was in for a long and wild night.--> <br> <br> Preparations: I spent two days fasting and meditating to clear my head of a lot of mental baggage. <br> <br> 9:00 pm: I dosed my first hit in the break room of my job, it is about half an hour before work is over. I cleaned up and sat on the steps waiting for the store to close down. The acid was just starting to have its preliminary effects when I left the store about 1/2 hour later. <br> <br> T+1 hour: I felt 'out there' but not fully tripping, I decided to take a walk up <!--to the North End of Boston--> to an apartment that my two friends live in. We go for a walk to the wharf to smoke a blunt and the sights, sounds, and smells of the city are nearly overwhelming to my acid-addled senses. I find the urban environment is very provocative when I am tripping... there are so many stimuli I can easily become lost. The walk back seems very surreal, we had a conversation with a man walking his dog and I couldn't tell if the dog was real or imaginary. <br> <br> T+4.5 hours: I take another hit of liquid. At this point I noticed a peculiar feeling of being a 'pilot in a ship.' That is my mind and body seemed to be separate, I had a sensation of existing within my body rather than it being a part of me. This is not the first time I've noticed this effect, a very dramatic demonstration of the mind/body interface. <br> <br> T+8 hours: I leave an apartment with friends after smoking heavily for several hours. My psychedelic effects are at their most intense, everywhere I look I can see rainbow auras shifting and glimmering. We decided to do a walking tour of Boston and set off to explore. We took a path leading through Beacon Hill's historic architecture down Commonwealth Avenue towards the campus of Northeastern. Along the way we admired huge glistening skyscrapers, temples, churches, and all the other idiosynchratic architecture of Boston. I felt my mind was primed to appreciate beauty in its rawest forms. The early morning breeze was extremely refreshing and as the sky began to gradually get lighter all the birds began to chirp. This feeling of nature awakening from slumber filled me with a good feeling, I reflected that after a tough New England winter the glories of spring were nearly upon us. At this point my mind turned inward and the rest of the trip I walked in silence contemplating the simple pleasures of life. I began to go over elements of my life and sifted through what is important to me. It was then that it dawned on me how my life is oriented and grounded through the relationship I built with my girlfriend. This filled me with an intensely pleasurable feeling of peace, serenity, and love. The world seemed to beam with an inner light, everything seemed wonderful. <br> <br> T+10 hours: I returned to my building with my friends and we went to watch 'Caddyshack.' The movie was simply hilarious. I mean, it's a funny movie but the whole vibe of the acid was so overwhelmingly positive it just seemed like everything was extra enjoyable. <br> <br> T+12.5 hours: I crawled into bed and took out 'Obedience to Authority' which is a psychology book about an experiment conducted by Dr. Stanley Miligram at Yale. I felt like my mind was devouring the information and encoding it into my brain with ease. <br> <br> T+16 hours: I awoke from a doze to find myself still lightly tripping. There was a slight feeling of things being just different. My carpet continued to have shifting patterns but otherwise there was no more visual element to what had been a decidedly visual trip. After eating a light lunch of salad I felt very good. My mindset was extremely relaxed and upbeat, and all the overwhelming problems from prior to the trip took a new and less dramatic perspective. The trip gave me a chance to really prioritize and think about what makes me happy. I felt it was an excellent introspective journey, as well as giving me astounding visuals at some points, and a greatly enhanced appreciation for the city around me. <br> <br> Well, the effects have more or less completely subsided now at 3:45 the next day. I still have slight distortions in my visual field when I unfocus my eyes, but they are diminishing. This trip was a rare treat and I only wish most of mine could be so wonderful. I've never had a bad trip, but then again I don't always have SPECTACULAR trips like this one either.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6091</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 12, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,534</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6091&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6091&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), 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>(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">105 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> We were in class one day, me, my friend Idi, and her boyfriend Chris. We were all talking about what we were gonna do this weekend and we all pretty much had nothing to do so Chris asked us if we wanted to smoke pot. I had never done it and was pretty curious about it so me and idi agreed on it. Later on that day, Chris said that we should all trip on acid. Idi and I had never tried that and I’ve always been really curious and interested in hallucinogens so we agreed on that too. I was really excited and couldn't wait till Friday night. <br> <br> The plan was...our friend lilia which has a car was gonna be our chaperone. She was gonna pick us up and take us to the mall, at the mall we were gonna drop the acid gellies and go to the Imax theatre which is a 3d theatre. Anyway, she ended up selling us out so we were all stranded at idi's house with 30 bucks worth or weed and 6 hits of acid. We really didn't wanna wait to do it so we decided to just do it at idi's house. <br> <br> Around 5:30 PM, we all walked to the field of an elementary school nearby and smoked the blunt we had. I got really high off the weed. I was really relaxed and felt like if I was floating and obviously it screwed with my judgement because before we left idi's house, I promised myself that I wasn't gonna drop the gellies until we got back to idi's house because I didn't wanna cross any streets while I was tripping, well, I ended up dropping them anyways, 2 blue hits of acid gellies. <br> <br> We all dropped them and started walking to a grocery store to buy some munchies. We got a shit load of food and while we were in line to pay for our food, I realized that it was hitting me. All of a sudden, my heart started racing and I looked down at my chest and it literally looked like if my heart was gonna pop out. I freaked out and started walking out of the grocery store with my friends. On the way out though, there was a mirror, and I looked at myself and I looked disgusting. I looked like a corpse, I was extremely pale and I could see my vains clearly, they were bulging and my eyes seemed to get bigger and smaller. <br> <br> So anyway, we left and started walking back to her house. On the way over there, we encountered a real busy street, there were lots of cars and I was afraid to cross. At first the cars would seem to be real far away, and in an instant they were right in front of me, but they would stay in front of me for a long time, and they would stretch real long too, and once again, in an instant, with the blink of an eye, they weren't there anymore, they were at the far end of the street. When I saw that there were no cars in sight, no lights what so ever, I crossed as fast as I could. When we finally got to idi's house, it was around 6:15. Idi and I went to her room and waited for Chris, he was preparing everything we wanted in the kitchen. The orange juice, because supposedly vitamin c enhances your trip on acid, and food, just in case we got hungry. <br> <br> Chris left us alone in the room probably for about 5 minutes, but for me, it felt like an hour. Idi and I were walking around in her room, we had totally forgotten about Chris, and we were laughing our asses off. For no reason at all, we would just look at each other and start laughing. Everything also seemed to be foggy. It was weird though because I felt like if I was on the outside looking at idi and I trip out. I guess what you call an 'out of body experience.' <br> <br> Finally, Chris got to the room and he just sat on the bed with us, for a long while, we just sat there laughing and looking around the room and I couldn't stop looking at the clock. I looked and it said 7:15, then it seemed like if half an hour passed by and I looked at the clock again and it was only 7:17. My time perception was totally screwed up. Then, I don’t who and I don’t know at what time, because I was completely out of it and it seems as if I lost consciousness for a while, not literally, but meaning the drug took total control over my mind and body, someone popped in the new Beatles CD in and we started listening to it. <br> <br> It totally mellowed us out and it was the coolest psychedelic experience ever. While we were listening to them, I seemed to be in an animated world, there were sparkly, glittery trails all over the place, amazingly colorful patterns splashed all over the walls and floor, even on my friends faces at times and the patterns seemed to be moving at the beat of the music. Also, the music sounded incredibly beautiful, it totally invaded my ears. At the beginning of each song, the sound was really low and I would try to concentrate to hear the music better but little by little it would get louder and louder until it felt like if I was at a concert, and when it would be getting louder, an imaginary stereo would appear in front of my face and I would see the volume button turning by itself. <br> <br> Also, at one point, my body started tingling kind of at the beat of the music and I started to stare at the radio and I saw musical notes and butterflies coming out of the speaker. We spent most of our peak listening to the Beatles CD. When a fast, happy song like 'penny lane' would play, nice memories of my past popped into my head and I thought positively. I felt pure ecstasy. It was like if I was in my idea of what my utopia would be like. And my surroundings were bright, colorful, and sparkly, and also, the walls and doors were 'breathing' but then, when a sad, depressing song like 'let it be' or 'yesterday' would play, everything changed. I would think of very depressing memories and I would feel really down. I would think of death and suicide. And also, my surroundings changed completely. Everything was dark and gloomy and objects like the TV or the mirror would melt. In times like that, I really wanted my trip to end, it scared the shit out of me. But I just thought to myself that it wasn't gonna stay like that for the rest of the trip and that it'll soon be over. <br> <br> After the Beatles CD ended, someone popped Disney’s Aladdin in the VCR and we started watching it. I don't really recall watching the movie step by step, I guess my mind drifted off into another dimension. All I remember is the little monkey from the movie, Abu coming out of the TV and jumping on Chris' head. It was hilarious, I started laughing like crazy.....Before I knew it, it was 11:30 and idi's parents wanted to go to sleep so her mom took me home. I only live a few blocks from idi and it usually takes like 5 minutes to get to my house and to me, it seemed like 45 minutes. even though my peak was over, I was still kinda' tripping. When I walked in my house, I got extremely paranoid. I thought my parents were gonna notice that I was on drugs so I rushed to my room and thankfully they didn't notice. <br> <br> I tried to go to sleep because I was really sleepy but I couldn't. My back would bother when I would lay down so I just sat up and started watching cartoons. It was funny because even though my peak was over, my vision was still 'tripping.' the cartoons were kinda 3d and the TV was 'breathing.' also, the tiles on the floor seemed like if they were floating on black sea. After a while, all the effects from the acid completely stopped and I ended up going to sleep like at 5:00 am. The next day I woke up like around 4:00 PM and I was totally 'pookied-out.' I didn't want to get out of bed. I just wanted to lay down all day, just sleep forever....anywayz, I absolutely loved and enjoyed my experience while 'tripping nuts.' it was amazing. I think it's awesome, how everything changes, all of your senses are altered, you see and hallucinate beautiful things, your body tingles, the music you listen to sounds heaven sent, and what you eat is much more tastier than usual. It’s just great, and I won't think twice about doing it again, and I totally recommend it to all those who are curious about 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: 6233</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 17, 2002</td><td>Views: 13,087</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6233&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6233&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">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">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> One night my friend Tiffany and I were calling around trying to find something to do. Well she gets a hold of this one guy that she is pretty good friends with and he says he has acid and we could come over to his house and trip. It had been almost two months since I had tripped last and I was really excited about being able to do it again. However I did not know these people we were going to trip with and I was a little uneasy about going over there, but since acid was involved I went anyways. <br> <br> As soon as we got there I was feeling really out of place, maybe because these people were like 8 years older than me, I don’t know. That’s what I think it was anyways. Well about 30 minutes or so pass and I am all thinking, yeah these people are cool, I feel comfortable enough to trip here now. So the guy goes and he gets the acid for us. So I take my 2 hits of silver fluff that are on sugar cubes and I watch everybody else take theirs. Tiffany buys four and she decides that four might be too much so she gives me another so we can be even. When really she knew we would not be even because I trip way harder than her. <br> <br> Half an hour later I am getting this really good feeling all over me (to me this kind of feels like a roll). Then I start to see tracers like crazy and everything is breathing furiously. Not too long after that I am full blown tripping, seeing mushrooms, smoking caterpillars, stars and other cartoon like visuals floating in the air. Then I look over at this vine going down his wall and it starts to come at me. I look away because I didn’t want to see anything like that. That didn’t do much good because as soon as I looked away I started to stare at this rug he had. The brown on the rug turned into millions of hideous worms with razor sharp teeth that were lunging at me and I could see the vine out of the corner of my eye and it was starting to wrap around my throat. <br> <br> I then got up because I could not deal with all of that, but when I got up I could not move. I had forgotten how to walk. So I just stood there for about 5 minutes trying to remember how to walk. Soon after that I did not know my name or my best friends name. I really started to worry about myself and began to cry. Tiffany then took me outside to get me away from all the music to try and see what was going on with me. We get outside and it looks so beautiful to me. I was happy for a second then I looked down at the grass and it turned into the same worms I just tried to get away from. This time they were coming right up to my face and I could hear them screeching and hear their jaws opening and closing. It sounded like the effects they do on movies with this sort of scene. I tried to close my eyes and escape them but what I saw when I did that was even worse. Countless numbers of eyeballs were looking at me. They were the most evil things I have ever seen. They were all on these snakelike bodies that were weaving back and forth. I reopened my eyes and saw the eyes and the worms all over me and on the ground. <br> <br> It was then that I started kicking and screaming trying to squash what I was seeing. I really thought they were going to eat me. Tiffany grabs me and tells me that none of what I was seeing was real. I come back to reality for a minute. What happened next was so crazy I can’t even believe I went through it. <br> <br> I find this very hard to explain but I will try my best. The bad stuff started to go away and I was back to stars and pretty stuff. Periodically that would stop and it was back to killer worms. I found myself seeing all of these things at once. Then they separated and were not in the same area as another. I noticed that I was still seeing the same things though (both of them). The trip then intensified and I could feel in my brain that I had two trips going on in my body. I could see the good stuff on one side, the bad on the other. I was so confused I could not even talk. I told Tiffany what was going on and she asked if I could pick one side over the other. I told her I could try but then I was asking her which side I should go on. Something was trying to get me to stay with the bad side. She said the good so that was what I told myself to choose. <br> <br> We then went back inside and things started to go a lot better for me. Even though I was seeing horrendous monsters when I closed my eyes, I was still seeing pretty stuff which was more prevalent that the evil stuff at this point. From that point on I had a good trip I guess you could say, but all that other stuff was still in the back of my mind. I just had to ignore it. <br> <br> That so far is the only bad trip I have had. Hopefully it is the only one I will ever had. That did not stop me from tripping though. I still do it about every other week. I know now that even if you are feeling the slightest bit unsure about taking lsd or are not comfortable with who your are with or where you are, don’t take any because a night planned for all fun can turn into a what seems like a never-ending hell.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6217</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 17, 2002</td><td>Views: 10,366</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6217&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6217&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">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">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had been wanting to trip for some time now, being that the last time I did it was about 4 months ago (Dec.) I purchased 3 hits of acid that were dropped on sugar cubes. <br> <br> Setting: <br> <br> In my room, with a little night light on at first; switched to black light later on. Many glow in the dark things on the walls and around the room. <br> <br> I ate the cubes at around 12:15 or so in the AM. I expected it to take awhile to kick in, but I was wrong. It took maybe 25 minutes. It seemed like a rather short time anyway. <br> <br> The first thing I noticed was my carpet. There were designs all over it that looked like indentations. I thought they were every single footprint that has ever been placed on my carpet. I believe it was soon after this I started noticing the tracers. I was using the computer for some time just looking for backgrounds on web pages that would fit the mood. I was also listening to some trance. When the acid first started to take hold, I could feel every beat of the music moving throughout my entire body. It was the most wonderful sensation. It made me so happy, I couldn't stop smiling. <br> <br> At some point during the trip I lied down on my bed and held one of my stuffed animals. I started to *deep* think. Everything just (not just objects) seemed so wonderful in life. I felt a great amount of love to everyone, even tho there was no one around at the time, except someone sleeping in another room. I felt that everything was so perfect and that nothing should ever change. I felt like I would never be unhappy again. Everything fit together and was unified as one. <br> <br> This was a pretty moving experience for me. I don't know if I've ever felt so content in my life. I'm in the after affects as I write this. I'm running on about an hour of sleep and am getting pretty tired. There's still the 'I'm not all here; funny body feeling' all over me. I must say it was definitely worth the experience. I hope to have more like this one in the future. I enjoy going deeper into the trip than just thinking, 'Oh this is cool dude, everything's moving.' I mean, that part is very cool, but it means a bit more to me than just that.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6250</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 18, 2002</td><td>Views: 15,993</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6250&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6250&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), 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> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">58 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The following is an attempt at describing MY new beliefs of reality (with the English language as my toolkit!): <br> <br> ------------------------------------------------------------ <br> “Oh no!” “This can’t be!” <br> During this trip, I had the realization that what I think of as our life in this universe is merely the dreaming of our potentially higher state of consciousness. This is presumably similar in the way that our normal dreams are of a relatively lower state of consciousness. In this simpler dream, physical reality doesn’t exist. This also appears to be the case in the psychedelic state of consciousness. It is not necessary for it to. <br> <br> Relative representation of states of consciousness: <br> <br> - <br> Psychedelic <br> - <br> Normal <br> - <br> Sleep <br> - <br> <br> There may be states in between, above and below these. Who knows!? <br> <br> The differences I observed between these states are: <br> 1) Perceptions become increasingly complex at higher levels. (Keep in mind that it would be daring to draw conclusions from statistics of just 3 cases!) <br> 2) Time is perceived very differently at each level. <br> 3) Events that have occurred at levels of consciousness below that which I am at seem to have small significance to the bigger picture of the relatively higher level. <br> 4) Yet events that have occurred at levels of consciousness above that which I am at, do significantly affect my future thoughts at the relatively lower level. <br> 5) Sleep appears to be solely my ‘imagination’ whereas this state (and the psychedelic state) are shared with other life forms. <br> <br> One of the (pleasing?) implications of physical reality not existing at different levels of consciousness is that physical death is extremely unlikely to be the end of the line. While I can give no rational argument to back this up (if there was, you would have already heard it from somebody else), I can tell you that in the psychedelic state it is as intuitively clear that consciousness transcends physical confines as it is in the normal state that, say, other people have their own consciousness too. <br> <br> This sounds pretty rosy and might appear to be a good reason to take LSD so I can reassure myself that I don’t have to spend my life worrying about running out of time. But after this life could just as well be something unimaginably bad. ‘Permanent death’ would be an absolute blessing if after physical death our consciousness perhaps shifted into a permanent psychedelic-like state where we couldn’t cope, and leading to eternal hell. Nobody can know, let’s be optimistic! <br> <br> For the moment, I have no further reason to take more LSD. I honestly feel I have discovered that consciousness does not end at physical death, and this knowledge is all I need to enable me to relax and enjoy this life to the fullest. I can see only two other reasons for taking LSD. The first is psychotherapy and the second is recreation. To me, however, neither of these are worth the wager of insanity. Perhaps after physical death, there maybe reason (should it be possible), to explore consciousness further, but for now I can’t justify putting sanity on the line. It could well be the most important thing we ever have. <br> “Ahhhhhhh, yeeeeah! It’s nice to be back.” <br> <br> ------------------------------------------------------------ <br> After all this, I’m not saying that science is invalid or pointless, but in the grand scheme of things it can only examine a subspace of the whole picture and therefore it cannot discover ‘the whole truth’. <br> <br> No matter what happens, respect your well being, respect other people’s well being and do your best to tackle EVERYTHING with a positive attitude.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6329</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 18, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,096</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6329&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6329&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) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></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">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Me and some friends of mine went to ekoostik Hookah's 10th anniversary concerts, and being hippies, we thought acid would probably be the thing to do. We had all tried it before, but none of us were really experienced. We were camping beforehand, so we'd smoked a lot of marijuana earlier, and a couple some of my friends had drank some beer, but we were all fairly sober by the time we got the concert. <br> <br> First step, find some acid. No problem! We asked a couple people, and got directed to the right person. He told us 2 hits would have us seeing visuals within an hour. I took 2 hits at $5/hit, as did most of my friends, 2 of them took 1. This was apporximately 9:15 or 9:30, I'm not real sure of the time. A couple minutes later, I heard the guy we bought it from telling someone else about it '2 hits will send you to the cosmos.' Wait a minutes, didn't I just take 2 hits? <br> <br> About 10 minutes later, I could feel the acid starting to work. I started to feel jittery and anxious and had problems keeping still. Fortunately, the music started not too long thereafter, and I got up to dance. <br> <br> I had been daning for about 10 minutes or so, a song or 2 into the first set, when a hippie chick who had put a sticker on my face earlier walked up to me. I spent almost the entire first set making out with her, and didn't find out anything more about her than her name. I must say, that was probably the best way to come on to acid that I could ever imagine. It's difficult to say how much the LSD was really affecting me at this point, as I was rather busy, there was something odd happening. Things were starting to get WIERD. <br> <br> During the break, I met back up with my friends who had dissappeared. After talking to them, I realized a good portion of the audience was tripping on the same stuff. This is when I realized how hard I was tripping. Talking in coherent sentences was extremely difficult, I could see trails off of almost everything. When I went into a different section of the music hall, the light was a more yellow color, and everything looked dirty all of a sudden, and everyone's eyes were red (probably from pot) and everyone looked sickly. So we got out of there and went upstairs to the back where we could relax. <br> <br> The setbreak seems to last forever (so did the first set) and it was almost agonizing the way it dragged on. I gave up looking for the chick because I was just tripping too hard. Finally, Hookah came back out. I realized not long thereafter, that one of my friends wasn't having that good a time. He was usually weary of crowds and I think it was just too much for him. Almost everyone else in the group was around dancing and having a good time, but I sat with him through most of it. He was really quiet most of the time, but would occasionally say something about him being dead and asking for answers. He had 5 or 6 sentences he more or less kept repeating. I knew it would be really difficult to get him out of there, so I just kept hoping that the set would last longer. By the time they got to the encore, all I could see of the band members were giant blurs when they played their instruments or otherwise moved. It felt like everything and everyone in the plus was wired in, even the band and the music. <br> <br> At about 2:00, 2:30 in the morning the show ended. We managed to get my friend who was having the bad trip outsite, although it took a lot of work. We hung outside the music hall with a big group of hippies until we found my other two friends. One of them had started having a bad trip and they had left before the show ended, but she had been talked down by my other friend. <br> <br> At this point, we piled into our cars, we had 2 drivers, both of whom took 1 hit. I don't advocate driving on LSD, it was probably pretty dumb, don't do it, but we had no choice, it was that or hang out by the car and risk getting arrested. The guy who was freaking out went in the other car, while I went with 2 of my other friends. I tried to get up back to the campsite, because I was the only one who knew the area, but I just couldn't find it. So we made it back to my house, I had to wake my dad up unfortunately, but he was so tired, I don't think he noticed. From there we called my friend's at the campsite. The guy who freaked out was coming around, so we hung around for an hour so we could come down a little. At about 5:00 AM we left for the campsite, we arranged a meeting with someone who knew where we were going and he led us back to the site. We stayed up and talked past dawn. The visuals were still with us, but our thought patterns had returned to normal. If I thought about it I could still see some mild trails and other faint visuals until about 7:00 or 8:00 the next day. <br> <br> A very interesting time. The most intense trip I could ever imagine having. I had a good time, despite my friend, who returned to reality shortly after returning to the camp, though I don't think he will ever try LSD again. I'm sure I will, but it's gonna be a while, this trip had given me a lot to think about, especially musically and about the connections between band audience, and other things of that nature. It reminded me very much of what I'm imagining the acid tests were like in the '60s. Always check to make sure you know the potency of the acid you're taking, this stuff was amazingly strong, and really did send us to the cosmos. I almost lost control a couple times and my friend did. Never ever ever underestimate acid, that's the only advice I can give to anyone. <br> <br> Peace<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 6288</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 18, 2002</td><td>Views: 8,723</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6288&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6288&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>