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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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> As I sit here at my computer terminal and reflect on the last few years of my life I am still in disbelief. I wanted to share my story of experimental drug use and where that road took me. Six months after I started using marijuana, a friend ask me if I wanted to try LSD. At this time of my life I was a second year college student who was happy, athletic, religous and success-driven at school. I came from a perfectly innocent life that epitimized 'Leave It To Beaver'. I never even drank until I 19. Innocently though I began using pot on rare occasions and I eventually became facinated by the unknown drug, LSD. <br> <br> After a little enticing from a friend I decided to trip. This first experience was wonderful for me. I had so much fun and seemed to learn so much through new perceptions that I had formed from tripping. I didn't trip again for one month but when I decided to drop again it became a habit every two weeks for 4 months. I usually dropped two gel tabs on those weekends and enjoyed the company of friends wherever we were and whatever we did. <br> <br> During this time I became facinated with the new ideas that were forming as a result of taking acid. I felt that I was becoming smarter, or maybe more aware. It seemed perfectly normal that my friends and I tripped every two weeks. We were doing good in our college courses overall and it seemed perfectly balanced. As I reached the third month in which I was tripping it was more about expanding my mind than anything else. Pot is to get high and feel the buzz but LSD is for the knowledge and experience. I knew at the time that there are consequeces for every action that we take but I believed the consequence of taking acid was the responsibility of more knowledge and a loss of innocence. By the time I was leaving college for the summer my mind was semi-fried. I believed that it was perfectly permissable that reality could be a hoax, an illusion of the mind. I battled thoughts on how there was no such thing as a common shared reality since I had learned through tripping that everybody perceives differently. In theory we could all just could be brains in a tank hooked to wires or that nobody else really existed. <br> <br> I chose not to do drugs of any sort over the summer in response to my frazzled state of mind. When I returned to college, however the temptations were too great. My use continued on a less frequent basis but my trips were becoming wilder. I went to parties all night long, taking everything to the limit. In addition to smoking pot, I know had tried mushrooms, opium, hash, nitrous oxide and an array of painpills. I was changing due to my experiences with acid. I became incredebly interested in philosophy and abstract concepts; something I never really could get into. I lost all my faith in God or rather I was became confused. I became more introspective and constantly thought about philosophic notions. I was still learning and that was my rationalization to sustain my usage. My trips were still wonderful experiences that I enjoyed immensely. <br> <br> The problem point came in January of 2000. A lot of acid became available and I bought it. In January I ate 30 hits of paper. By the first of February I would and could just stare at the wall for hours...just thinking in a dazed out stupor. I felt different than ever before. I reached a new ability to think during this time. The way I describe it is as the equivelent to water busting through a damn full-force in all its fury. Now I began reading philosophy and other interests that came to mind but totally neglected every other area of my life. I couldn't get enough of books that stimulated my mind...that is books outside of my school curreculium. <br> <br> I began partying to all hours of the night, drinking and smoking pot. Retrospectively, I was in a state of depression that fueled a circular drug frenzy...I was depressed so I drank and drinking and using drugs caused more depression. I could never get it through my thick skull that the acid had sent my bio-chemicals on a rollercoaster ride and it would take sometime for them to reestabilish normal levels. Four weeks before my graduation I realized what I was doing to myself. I still partied like no tomorrow but now I was trying to make-up for all the school work I hadn't been doing. I had missed two-thirds of all my classes and my professors were simply not simpathetic to somebody who never came to class. <br> <br> I stayed-up around the clock doing projects and work almost in a cumpulsive manner. I couldn't do it. I was smart enough, had the potential to ace all of my courses but I couldn't do it. I put 300% in at the last minute and no matter what I did, I coudn't fix it. I came VERY close to having a nervious breakdown. I drank and drank and drank just hoping to go numb. I failed classes that were nessessary for me to graduate...JUST expanding my mind had now cost me a college degree. I was messed-up in the head from all this. I had such rage and depression problems. I attempted the two last courses I needed in the fall, while working part-time. I was convinced that I was behind my problems and that 'I could handle it'. <br> <br> When I started my classes though I was on a 5 day DXM binge. I went to my first class and was in such a state that I couldn't really talk or write which was apparent from my notes. My vision was so blurred that I could see about 15 feet in front of me. Shortly thereafter I bought a sheet of paper. I was the party. Whenever I wanted to trip, me and whoever around me could trip if the wanted. I tripped with my friends and then by myself. After a while I knew that I had to get rid of the rest of the acid because my life was starting to resemble the movie 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.' It didn't matter though...it was too late. I became so depressed for about 6 weeks that there were times I didn't want to get out of bed. I knew I could do my school work but I got so overwhelmed that I just worried myself into submission. I just couldn't handle any stress because I was so emotionally unstable. I had no illusions this time about why I was so depressed. Hind sight is 20-20 goes the common saying...I just never invisioned the conseqences to be so severe. My classes were a failure...I began to beat my depression but not in enough time to pass my classes. 'What is wrong with me' I wondered? but I already knew. <br> <br> I am now getting ready to graduate one year late. I got my act together and I will soon be a college graduate. I spent an entire year in total depression, a constant feeling of void and anxiety because I couldn't see that acid was a drug just like any other drug. It almost took from me everything and everybody I cared about and this is something I am deeply ashamed of. I am not saying not to try LSD, but what I am warning of is the severe consequences that are at hand if you are ready to overconsume acid or any drug for that matter. Go ahead and seperate your usage from my experience if you want to try to make yourself feel normal but the truth is I was invincible just like you. I never believed I had a problem until it was too late...DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! The narrator from the movie Magnolia said it best 'You might be through with the past, but the past ain't through 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: 6741</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 21, 2002</td><td>Views: 46,465</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6741&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6741&amp;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), Health Problems (27), Depression (15), Post Trip Problems (8), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), 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">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I will remember the day for the rest of my life. I was about 15 yrs old, and had never touched any drug or alcohol yet. Never had I been high or drunk. I started hanging out with a new friend, him and some others had been experimenting with lsd for a few weeks. Needless to say the friend who i just met and was to have my first drug experiance with, a week before was in the hospital on an overdose from the lsd i was too take. ( shows my lack of maturity and descison making at the time) <br> <br> Well the story starts as i decide to sleep over this kids house. The plan was to get some pot the next morning and for me to get stoned for my first time.Well it turns out that we could not get pot so i was encouraged to try acid the next day. I figured what the hell? If these guys liked it i could handle it! My friend explained the feeling of acid as cool and u c things like snow flake patterns. So that morning we headed for the extrmemly packed mall. I quickly took the small blue double dosed tab on my tounge. <br> <br> within 20 minutes i was sitting on a bench staring at the floor with hysterical laughter. I no longer new my name or even cared. My friend looked at me and smiled, it only gets better he said. I then entered a candy shop and put a red hard candy in my mouth. within 5 minutes about 40 minutes into the trip all fuckin hell broke loose. the candy was flying out of my mouth, i could not control the feelings coming over my body, a red stream from the candy was shooting 5 feet out of my mouth! i quickly spit the candy on the floor. <br> <br> i was no longer in control... i was walking but in a constant dream, i still to this day do not know how i knew where to walk. i could not see anything. i was walking outside of my own body, my soul was half in and half out of my body.. i could see my own self walking with no mirror... everything was scrambled television.. my body waist was twisting like a corkscrew in a cartoon! I only had random glimpses of reality and fell into a time trap. minutes like days seconds felt as hours. the crowded mall drowned horrifying sounds. i begged to leave the mall but could not function. paranoia and nausea set in. i found myself vomiting in the crowded malls floor. bright green chunks flew in all directions.peoples faces were melting off. Yet i had no cared no worries. <br> <br> i was in a diffrent world. still to this day (5 years later) i have problems stepping into that mall. not until i was 18 did i dare to even touch a beer let alone any other drug. flashbacks occur often of walking down the street and i will walk out of my own body. i cant describe how powerful this drug is, only some people will experiance an effect like i had but i wish to warn anyone to know what u r getting into. lsd might be fun on a lower dose for me but i will not dare to touch it. lsd definitely scared me for life. my words cant explain the true nature of this disturbing trip.<!-- 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: 6418</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 24, 2002</td><td>Views: 13,368</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6418&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6418&amp;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), Difficult Experiences (5), Post Trip Problems (8), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">65 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> All the names in this story have been changed. <br> <br> This is something that I have been meaning to write for some time. Back when I used to take LSD, I felt as if I was invincible to this 'bad trip' that people so often spoke of. What is this...bad trip? I knew it not. I was always in complete control of myself. I scoffed at those who encountered mental difficulties with drugs. I was young, naive, and very foolish. <br> <br> I would dose ridiculous amounts of LSD, eat a few milligrammes of Xanax, and watch the show for hours on end. One particular night, I didn't get the Xanax, but I'm not sure it would have helped anyway. My friend Ralph had ten hits of the best LSD I have ever seen. He took two, and I took eight. My estimate is 800 microgrammes, based on the idea that each hit had at least 100 microgrammes. (but I really have no idea) You will see why shortly. <br> <br> Within fifteen minutes, visuals had started and we were both laughing uncontrollably. After forty-five minutes, neither one of us could see straight in front of us. We could not read or even tell where we were. We were in his apartment at school, but the atmosphere was getting worse by the second. I had just eaten a burrito, and I went to the bathroom and vomited it up. When I looked in the toilet, it appeared to be full of blood. I looked at my arms, and it looked as if all my veins had burst and blood was all around me. I grabbed paper towels and cleaned myself up and headed back to the main room. <br> <br> I told my friend that I wanted a cigarette, but he didn't think I should go get them out of my car because we were too screwed up at the time. I thought that he was against me. I figured that he must have been an agent of the DEA or something, so I started asking him his name over and over again. He got extremely frustrated with me and then he soon forgot his name. I thought that this was proof that he was operating undercover with a fake name. I began to ask him if he was a guy, and he replied, 'I hope you don't normally ask people these questions.' I believed that this answer was even more proof of his need to avoid questions to cover his true identity. I began to shout and swear and say very perverse things to him and threaten disgusting sexual acts. I disrobed then almost completely and threw my socks at him. I curled up on the floor and began to say my name over and over again. <br> <br> 'Letters make up my name. If my name is Raoul, then I am Raoul. That means that I am an R, an A, an O, a U, and an L. But I am clearly not those letters, so I must not be Raoul.' <br> <br> Panic. <br> <br> 'I am not Raoul?' <br> <br> 'Then I am anything I want to be.' <br> <br> 'I am Justin Otis. I am Jason Forsberg. I am David Winburn. I am Shane Roth. I am Ryan Gray. I am Loren Cleary.' <br> <br> I picked up the phone and dialed a friend and yelled at him for a while, then put my clothes back on. <br> <br> I decided that I had to have a cigarette, so I left the apartment, leaving my friend behind. I walked a short distance and saw a picnic table full of people eating hamburgers and ran up to it and jumped on top of the table and screamed, 'I am a lunatic! Do you see people act like this? Ever? Hell no! Because I'm crazy. I'm the freak that your parents warned you about. I am the statistic in your psychology book! Have you ever read 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'? I am Las Vegas!' <br> <br> Well, it wasn't long before somebody called the cops and an undercover cop showed up and she pretended to want to help me. She found my pager in a pile of clothes of mine and asked what numbers were on there. I didn't know, so I told her to call them. I was on a college campus, where they had speaker call boxes at the bottom of the apartments. She called a few numbers, but got no answer. Then, the unthinkable happened. She saw the phone number of Maria, a girl who worked with me whom I had dated a few times previously. The cop called her and Maria answered. I heard her voice on the speaker phone and immediately became very embarrassed. The cop said, 'Hello. Do you know anybody named Raoul who would have your number on his pager?' <br> <br> She replied that she did and that I worked with her. I walked up to the phone and yelled, 'Maria!' <br> <br> 'Yes?' <br> <br> I softened my voice. 'Do you have a cigarette?' <br> <br> 'No,' she said quietly. <br> <br> 'Fuck!' I screamed and ran away from the phone. <br> <br> The cop ended the phone conversation. She then led me to sit down and put on my shirt and shoes. I was starting to calm down very noticeably, and I started rambling on a bunch of nonsense about the way the universe works. I understood the cosmic nature of all actions and perceived that I had become one with Fate - a sense of eternal predestination. It was as if I understood that what was happening was preordained and that it was my destiny that night to die - even if I had to do it myself. The cop told me that I would not kill myself and that everything would be fine. <br> <br> Then the boys in blue showed up. Six squad cars in all, and the drug task force. I thought that media cameras were there and I remember thinking that helicopters were flying around. I walked up to the police officers and threw myself at the ground and asked them to take me away. For it was tonight that I was to be executed for horrendous behaviour. They told me to get up and sit down. I did. <br> <br> The first cop broke the ice. <br> <br> 'So, son, what's gong on?' <br> <br> 'I took eight hits of the dankest acid you have ever seen - and now I'm a lunatic. I'm going to die.' <br> <br> 'No, you're not,' another office said. <br> <br> Then the fun started when one officer piped up and asked, 'Do you have any more on you?' <br> <br> 'What? You want to know if I have more? Here I am a total insane freak and you want to bust me with drugs? So you can get that big promotion? You profit-motivated swine! There is more here at stake than a bust! You want money? You can have mine! I have $187 here for you - take it!' <br> <br> Silence from the police officers. Then, 'Well, who did you get it from?' <br> <br> 'What? Here we are again - back to busting people and making money off of my lunacy! You pigs make me sick!' <br> <br> Then an officer said, 'Well, you might think differently when you sober up...' <br> <br> Sober up? Sobriety? What's that? I had no concept of rationality or straight thinking. As far as I was concerned I was doomed for life in this semi-functional, yet fully-enlightened state. <br> <br> Finally, one cop said to another, 'Call this guy a cab...' <br> <br> They called a cab, gave me back my belongings and after spouting off nonsense for about thirty minutes, I got into the long awaited taxi and went home, and lay in bed all night thinking about what a fool I had been the previous night. <br> <br> That night and my repulsive behaviour still haunts me to this day. I really don't do very many drugs anyway, but LSD is one that I will not ever touch ever again. Please be careful with LSD. I think it is highly unstable and can make you do or think things that you might have never before conceived of. I still shudder when I think of the things I said and did, and the damage that I did to friendships and relationships. Some have not healed yet - and that is a price I have to pay.<!-- 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: 6464</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 26, 2002</td><td>Views: 16,105</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6464&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6464&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was right after Christmas in 1995. I had had a fight with my girlfriend and went to a rave with my guitarist friend. When we got to the party, my friend Jeremy took one hit of acid and two hits of H-bomb ecstacy. I dropped two hits of acid and began to mingle around the rave. Everyone there was already tripping and I felt kinda left out. I went to the front entrance and got a beer and sat on an old wooden bench. I sat there for a couple of hours, just watching everybody walk in and out. <br> <br> As I began to trip, I kept thinking, 'pretty soon the cops are gonna come into this place and we are all going to jail. Confusion started to set in and all I could think is that nobody here cares anything about me and my girlfrind is gonna leave me and I'm probably going to jail. After a while I started looking for Jeremy and couldn't find him. I got scared and thought he had left me. I finally found him outside throwing up. He asked me what I wanted to do and I said, 'lets go to my house.' He agreed, and as we began to drive to my house, he said to me, 'You know, it's crazy. I can't even see the road, but I know where I'm going.' <br> <br> When we got back to the house he sat down in my living room floor and began to meditate. I went into the bedroom and looked into the mirror. I watched my face immediately cover over with hair and then crack and melt off of my scull. I got up and looked at the t.v. which had an Orlando Magic game on. Penny Hardaway was shooting free throws and his face had devil horns coming out of it and his eyes were glowing red. I felt this overwhelming sense of evil in the room. I went back into the living room and tried to focus on the christmas tree lights to amuse myself and take my mind off of the evil feelings. As I turned and looked at Jeremy, I noticed that he was sitting in the lotus position, with his hands looking like he was praying but they were pointing down to the floor. I said, 'man, I am not having fun anymore.' He looked at me but his eyes were rolled back in his head and all I could see were the whites of his eyes and he said, 'Just go with it man.' But his voice wasn't his. It was evil, dark, and eerie. <br> <br> I immediately began to shake violently and couldn't control it. <br> I rushed into the bedroom and woke my girlfriend. I told her that I was about to die and that I wanted her to hold me, as she was the only thing in the room that felt alive. As I took her into my arms, something bizzare happenned. I stopped shaking and she started shaking. She got sick to her stomach and I followed her into the bathroom. As we sat in the bathroom I asked her if she would pray and ask God to make this thing leave. She said that she didn't know what to say. I urged her to do it and she did. I had been tripping for 4 hours at this time and when she prayed the trip and the shaking stopped suddenly. We went back to the bedroom after about 30 minutes, and on the way Jeremy looked at me and said,'What's wrong man?' I said,'Nothing now. I am going to bed.' <br> <br> He left about an hour later. That was my last trip. Whether you believe in demons or not, my 'friend' who was into sorcery, tried to have me posessed. I know this now. The demon couldn't have me, so it tried to get my girlfriend who was sober, and is now my wife. <br> <br> I am a preacher now, and looking back, I know that God spared my life that night. Acid opens a door to the spiritual realm that should never be opened. Be smart. Find your spiritual high in Jesus, not drugs.<!-- 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: 6421</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 26, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,705</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6421&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6421&amp;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) : Entities / Beings (37), 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></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Now, I had tripped once before in my life but it was probably real weak acid, I had 1 1/2 hits and felt nothing but a light headed feel, a real base-line effect. My friend jack had gotten hold of three microdots for the weekend and he invited myself and our friend dave to trip with him (me and dave had both shared our rather weak first experience). Jack was a tad more experienced in the ways of class a drugs than us although we all are regular pot heads and not shy of popping pills when the chance arises. <br> <br> Anyway, we had got hold of our trips and decided to go to our mates house (pete) to ingest them. Jack told us that it wouldn't be wise to drop so early in the evening (it was 4.00pm) cos we would be flying when the rest of civilisation was still active. I thought 'fuck that, I wanna trip!' and dave agreed so we ended up taking them about 5.00pm. Now I thought that if the first trip was anything to go by I would be able to handle everyday situations quite easily (I had made arrangements to see my girlfriend that evening) so I thought we would drop, go round my girlfriends house, come up and be back at petes house before it started peaking and get out of hand. Pete and his flatmates, who I wasn't too familiar with, started their evening of getting heavily stoned so I thought it would be rude to leave so early after getting there so I stayed for a few spliffs. 5.20pm (20 minutes after dropping) I felt strangely inhibited but I couldnt tell if I was just stoned or if I was coming up. <br> <br> About 10 minutes later I found myself to be staring at a rug in the corner of the room, it seemed to be 'breathing' as if it had a life of its own, this facinated me and it took me a while to come to terms why I was looking at a rug, pete was looking at me smiling (they know all about acid) about 5.40pm we all decided to go down the chippy and get dinner, although I was in no mood for eating, we left the house and walked down the high street by this time I was for lack of a better word fucked, I felt as if I had dropped a couple of pills I had the energetic feel of beans and I noticed that my visuals were distorting, lampposts were swaying very gently as if hanging in the breeze and the pavement in front of me was a myriad of weaving lines that threatened to trip me up if I wasn't careful, goddamn! These dots are nothing like the shitty blotters I had before, this was madness and I had to take the drivers seat..by the time we got to the chippy me and dave we jabbering about getting some mdma, this was the best idea in the world and no one could tell us otherwise, 'snap out of it, you've taken microdots, you dont know whats gonna happen, give it time'. <br> <br> Pete and co. Went in the chippy while me jack and dave waited outside, jack started staring at a nokia mobile advertisment on the wall, the one with the ketchup seemingly sprayed all round the edges of it. The first thing I thought was 'fuck me theres a girl in that wall and shes covered in sauce, no it cant be it is! Its actual sauce on that there wall' I went in close and had a real good look, nope its just and advertisement but the light its emmiting is the dopest thing I've ever seen. By this time pete had been in the chip shop for what seemed like hours and was cracking up at our antics outside, we left eventually and made our way back to the house, by this time I felt the acid getting stronger and stronger, I found myself on a sofa in the house attempting to get a cigarette from my packet, it took goddamn hours and I wondered if I was just stupid, this was the simplest task ever and I found myself to be incapable of performing it! This sent me off on tangents, did I do well at school? Did my mum bring me up well enough? Why cant I do this? Whats wrong with me? Oh shit...reality flashback, I had to tell myself that I felt like this because of the drugs I had ingested, then everything became a hellava lot clearer. 'Hold on, I dont have to worry about this, I can control whats happning, I just have to realise it' this got me thinking about how the drug was working in my brain, <br> <br> I closed my eyes and eye could visualise my thought patterns flowing freely from thought to thought, I could see if anything bad happened it would make a blockage in my flow of thought and it would keep building up and building up and cause me to get bogged down on that individual bad thought, I just had to learn to 'let it all go' so to speak. I felt as if I had a major break-through and I was just about to tell everybody about it but had to restrain myself 'what the hell would everyone think if I blurted out all the shit thats been going through my head for the last god-knows-how-long, ill be a goddamn laughing stock, well maybe..eh? Who are these people? I cant remember any of petes flatmates names..' looked over at dave at man, he was having a real bad one, shit, he looked so down I couldn't believe it..hmm he would be the one that I would save, by passing on my new found knowledge of LSD I would turn his bad trip to a good one just like I did, time to talk... 'Err we are going out for a bit, umm come on...jack and d..dd..ave' <br> Pete: 'where you going' <br> Me: 'uhh to get my bag' (I had left it round jacks house) <br> Jack: 'why?' <br> Dave: '....flahgshblah' <br> <br> When we got out of the house I had no idea where I was in relationship to anything, I knew the road but where the fuck did it lead??!! Which way is north?? Godammit... I went blank and we walked towards jacks house we went in silence before I remembered what the hell I had came out here for, right time to let dave know the truth.. <br> Me: 'right, the thoughts in your head, they build up like stacks and stacks and keep building and they could be bad but let em go' <br> Dave: 'wot??... <br> He had a point what the fuck was that? I made no sense and seemed to be confusing myself and dave so much more than we originally were. <br> <br> I would leave it at that and I would try to explain later when I didn't feel so fried, 'how long does this shit last anyway?' <br> Jack: 'bout 12 hours' <br> 'How longs it been? <br> Jack; 'err 6' <br> Bloody hell I feel as if I've been tripping for days this stuff is insane, keep going, ride the trip out, remember what you've learned before...let it all go, yeah, thats right. <br> <br> 11.00pm the prospect of being out at this time when the pubs were being turned out was terrifying we couldnt get my bag from jacks house because he wouldn't let us go back for fear of his parents we decided to go back to petes after a very pointless walk,still, the tracers were interesting. It was at this point when dave decided to talk for the first time it was quite relieving to hear his voice cos I was beginning to think he was braindead he said he was having a real bad trip and I told him to remember that it was only down to the drugs why he felt like this I told him to let it all go again (sounding like a damn broken lp) and he simply just looked confused there was no getting through to this boy, although someone on acid trying to explain their thoughts to another person on acid is the most futile thing ever. We ended up at petes house again after walking what felt like miles and miles (actual distance - 1/2 mile) <br> <br> Back at petes house I was incapable of speech although I crafted a very fine spliff which I was incredibly proud of..then the bombshell hit, I was supposed to see my girlfriend hours ago!! This was bad, shes gonna dump me, im unreliable, im a bad person etc...more acidy thoughts blowing things out of all proportion, calm. Think. Forget thats better.. The rest of my trip was incredibly pleasant after I finally managed to handle myself and things were quite good really. <br> <br> My ideas of a few things if your gonna trip <br> 1. Location - v.important, find a free house for a couple of days, giving enough time to trip and comedown, parents coming home while tripping is a recipe for disaster <br> 2. Know who you trip with - things can get real sketchy if your not sure about the people you are hanging around with it can turn a normal situation into a real surreal experience <br> 3. For the comedown have lots of pot to smoke or alcohol, sleep is good after an acid trip I hate just sitting around, exhausted after the drug has ebbed away <br> 4. Remember anything that happens is only down to the drug remember that you are in the driving seat, you just have to realise it. <br> Have fun!! <br> Mby<!-- 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: 6560</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,665</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6560&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6560&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've been telling this story for awhile now. I think i want to write it down too. <br> <br> It was a hot Friday night in July, and my friend Victor had a connection for good acid. I had tripped more than four times prior to this, and Victor and our other friends were fairly experienced as well. It was me, Victor, and a third friend, Benny, with 11 sugarcubes of acid in front of us. This was the beginning of a night that was amazing and yet very unnerving. <br> <br> I recommend using far more caution with large amounts of unknown-potency acid than we did. Yet it was one of the most profound, life-altering experiences i've ever had. <br> <br> At about 8.30pm or so we ate our cubes. I ate 3. Benny ate 2. Victor ate four (victor, please note, was also on anti-depressants at the time of this trip. zoloft, i think). We decided to go to a friend's graduation party. We picked up Victor's girlfriend and another female acquaintance and headed out. <br> <br> At T+30 min. Benny ate another sugarcube. I, on the other hand, was already feeling effects of the acid. Whoever dripped these cubes must have had no idea what they were doing, becuase these things had to have been soaked. Anyway, i was driving, which was stupid to begin with, so i had to pull over and let Victor's girlfriend drive. When we arrived at the party it felt neat to get up and walk around. I looked over the fence and some hedges and saw a huge property with an olympic swimming pool and horses. 'Look at the horses', i said to everyone. wow. When i entered the yard, it was nothing more than an inground pool surrounded by concrete:) and this after not even an hour! The party, unfortunately, was terrible. There were parents there and a terrible band was playing dave matthews songs and old friends from high school whom i didn't want to see were there. i was 20 and my friends were in their mid teens. It was terrible. <br> <br> i stumbled back to the car and waited for the others. When everyone came out of the party i demanded that Victor's girlfriend (Donna) drive us back to Victor's place. I proceeded to crawl into the passengers seat and lock my seatbelt. That party had scared me, and i was very small and afraid. As everyone piled into the car it was so hot that i rolled down the window and leaned out babbling 'we have to go, we have to go'. So Donna puts the car in reverse, and instead of backing out, slams on the gas and plows into a huge bush, which smacks me in the face. I cannot describe the terror i felt. I began to cry. i was so lost and afraid. I balled while Benny and Victor laughed and Donna apologized. Later on, in the car, Victor was describing how as a child he couldn't pronounce the letter R. I immediately began to laugh hysterically, completely coming out of the hole i was in. We decided that the other girl, Kim, would stay with us for the duration of the trip. We had no idea what we were getting into. <br> <br> When we arrived at Victor's house i sat on his back porch. Spotlights were shining down from the sky and i could see monsters and spirits in the leaves in the trees. I was still afraid. When i entered the house the tiles in the foyer shifted and gave way beneathe me. I did not regain my composure until i was upstairs on the couch, Mark Farina on the stereo. This is where the most amazing experience began for me, a complete 180 from what had just occured. <br> <br> Kim was laying on the floor, and as i stared at her (she was very attractive, young with incredible breasts) she morphed into a little girl sitting in her room, who shifted into a black girl with an afro listening to a record player. The entire room around her shifted right along with her through different time periods. She had an incredibly tight shirt on and it had a picture of a ninja turtle on it. Victor and i laughed for at least twenty minutes, because the turle seemed to bulge and dance on her shirt. 'God i love being a turtle!' we screamed:) I stood in a corner of the room, and found that by pressing down with my foot i could bend the room. I made dust levitate with my hands and spun it around in mid-air. I lay down on the floor, and i found myself instead lying on a creek bed, looking up through the water at the sky. There were clouds and blue sky and a bright sun, no ceiling at all. I could see reeds jutting out from the river bank. Fish swam by. Kim threw her leg over the edge of a chair to my right, and the chair morphed into a long wooden dock, with kim dangling her legs down into the water. I felt so cool and relaxed. i felt at peace there underwater. i could breathe normally and watch everything without the least bit of fear. i began to play with kim's feet, rubbing and massaging them. I began to see planets orbiting around her toes, tiny meteors and stars and her feet became the universe and i got closer and closer and closer. <br> <br> I began to feel as though i needed to be alone. so after convincing everyone that it was fine i went out onto the second floor porch. I looked over the railing and saw a hole dug into the garden below, a body in a sack curled up next to it. At first i was afraid, but then i realized what was going on. That was my old self, my old body before this amazing trip. I had reached a new level of awareness and this old self was being cast back to the earth. it was a very beautiful moment for me. I watched the body enter the grave and plants grew up over it. A river appeared before me and i washed my hands in the river. AS i had experienced this, a shaft of light had flashed in the sky repeatedly. I am not religious, but i reached an inner peace with part of myself because of that vision. <br> <br> After retreating to the computer room and chatting online for a bit, i found a pen and began to write. i was still touched by my experiences outside, and i began to write 'thank you' all over the desk with a purple marker. Soon i could see tiny fuzz balls spinning on a grid inside the ink, and i flew down close and close as the ink swirled and formed patterns. I cut up a board game, producing a piece of cardboard that read 'the original memory game'. Kim came to visit me and after flirting with her for a bit we went back to join the other two. I hung my sign on the wall, where it remains to this day. Victor and Kim went off and Benny was watching Fantasia, so i sat down on the floor with Benny and we started to analyze the film. I have never seen anything more amazing than 'fantasia'. Never. 'A night on bald mountain' blew my mind. Benny and i bonded and began to get philosophical. <br> <br> I should mention at this point that time had no meaning. I know the experience began about 9pm and only truly ended at 2pm the next day. We were lost in a globe out in space, our experience was completely detached from human convention. I really believe that now. <br> <br> It was then that we learned from Kim that Victor had taken a fifth sugarcube (remember that extra one?)while we were outside smoking. Its amazing how little impact that had on us. we figured that he was having as good a time as us. Benny went into Victor's room with Kim while i squeezed myself behind a chair and began to fantasize as 'some things come from nothing' began to play. The music that entire night became a perfect soundtrack, following our moods to the letter. It is a beautiful song and i saw tiny people on the tops of the chair throwing things down to me on the floor. Benny came out and laughed, then changed the cd to medeski martin and wood (combustication). <br> <br> Victor emerged from the room and sat down with a cig while we bugged him about taking the last cube. He was acting weird. Apparently he had been in his room with the light off, headphones on, and the door shut. He had been trying to hook up with Kim as well. He would only say 'oh'. we couldn't get him to say anything but 'oh'. <br> <br> yes, this is where it got bad. Benny began flipping out, demanding that we tell him in detail what had happened during the night. I was completely cool by contrast, saying everything was fine. I didn't trust Kim. I was convinced she had taken some acid. I was fucked up but had convinced myself i was rationale. I told kim to take benny out of the room to talk. Meanwhile, Victor had curled up at my feet (i was sitting) and was stroking himself through his pants, chanting 'oh' in rhythmic patterns. i couldn't help but laugh. it was repulsive yet so brutally stupid that i had to laugh. Then the worst thing happened. Victor raised his head and plunged his hand into his mouth up to his wrist. i pulled it out quickly, but to this day i still don't know if that really happened. he says he was trying to kill himself because he thought he was insane. <br> <br> Victor had a true bad trip. We had to call his brother, who arrived and brought us all down to his house five minutes away. We watched 'the big lebowski' and gradually Victor came back to us. He grabbed my leg and said 'douglas is that you? are you really there, right now?' i assured him that i was and he laughed out of sheer relief. we stayed for a little longer and then made our way back to Victor's house to collapse from fatigue. At 12.30pm saturday i awoke and went home still in a daze. I went back to sleep. <br> <br> There are two things i will say about this experience. <br> 1/ BE RESPONSIBLE!!! despite my good times, alot of bad shit happened. best to be prepared. Have a COMPETENT sober aid if the trip is a big one. Have an emergency plan, like someone you can call (luckily we did). and above all PLACE YOURSELF IN SAFE, COMFORTABLE SURROUUNDINGS. also....if you are taking an unknown amount of acid, try a small does first or ask around about the hit you got. I have never had sugar cubes as completely potent and saturated with LSD as those. I had tripped at least four times prior to this experience. had i known better i might not have taken all three at once. <br> <br> 2/EVERYONE SHOULD TAKE ON SUCH A HUGE TRIP AT LEAST ONCE. with the right environment and support you can completely expose your soul and rearrange your life in a positive and real way. i became much more sure of myself and socialable than i had been. many of my burdens from the past were lifted from my shoulders and thrown away. <br> While i was tripping on that back porch i had believed that i would never come down and that i had reached a new and permanent level of conciousness that would stay with me forever. Sometimes i really do believe that is true. <br> <br> 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: 6486</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 8,667</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6486&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6486&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">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 --> Where the Wild Things Are <br> by Scott West <br> (all names have been changed including my own) <br> <br> After a couple of months I have decided to write down my LSD experience so as not to forget it because it is something I might never do again, and also so I can easily share it with others. It was some time in January of 2001, and I had always wanted to trip, especially after some of my friends had done acid and mushrooms a couple months before. I think my attitude going into the trip was very influential in how good it was. I was not afraid of having a 'bad trip.' In fact I wanted to have a freaky experience because I thought that sounded cool. Little did I know I would have a profound experience that would last two days and far exceed the quality of any of my friends experiences. <br> <br> I am a straight A student (a senior in high school) and also a very good artist and a very intelligent person, who's hobbies include computer programming and car audio. I wanted to trip because I was confident that if acid could have cool effects with the weak burned out stoner minds and weak imaginations of some of my friends, just imagine what it could do with my brain and my vivid imagination! I was going to be very disappointed if I didn't have some wicked visuals. There is one more thing I should mention. Friday morning I took 2 or 3 pills of Gingko Biloba, because I thought maybe it would increase blood-flow to the brain and maybe stimulate better visuals and memory power, because I was hoping for some flashbacks (which I really didn't know anything about at the time.) I didn't hear this idea anywhere I just thought of it all on my own and I think maybe it did some good. <br> <br> It started at 10:00 PM on a Friday night. I was at my friend's house where I spend the night all the time so it is like a second home to me. I took 1 hit of blotter to start out with and my friend Nathan took two. My other friend Brandon started getting drunk while my friend's Japanese exchange student took 4 hits. My friends Brian, Evan, and maybe one or two others were there too but remained sober. At 11:00, Nathan had to drive to a party to pick up his brother and his friend. I went along. While we were there, I saw my school principal and laughed as I thought 'if only he knew.' We came back home and went down in the basement where we hang out. At 12:00 I noticed that things seemed a bit different than normal, but I was not very impressed yet. I went into a big walk in closet where it was dark and the magic began to happen. <br> I looked at boxes that were shelved along the wall, they began to ebb and flow to the light patterns of the furnace. Then I looked at the furnace and its bright blue sparks, it was awesome. <br> <br> As I came out of the closet I got an overwhelming feeling that Evan was behind me, but when I turned around he was not. When I came out Nathan was like 'are you tripping yet' and I was like 'kind of' then we laughed and I thought it was so cool. About that time I started noticing sparks of light and the static was coming OUT of the TV. I was also seeing some trails and random static. Brian walked over to me, and I saw a bit of a trailing effect behind him, but I didn't know what it was yet. I talked to Brian for a while and explained that what I was seeing was cool, but I wanted more! Then he went home. Then I asked Nathan for another hit of blotter, and he cut me off a big one. At this point I don't think the first hit had even peaked! <br> <br> I sat down on the couch and me and Brandon played some Tony Hawks Pro Skater 2, but mostly he played and I watched. Nathan was sitting in a chair quietly tripping and Evan was getting drunk. I looked down at the pillow next to me and noticed that it was 'breathing.' I thought to myself, 'oh my god I'm tripping.' Nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I looked up. I think once you realize it is working is when it really starts to work. I looked up next to me and saw Nathan watching TV, totally oblivious to the fact that his face was covered in eyeballs! His skin looked it was painted with big brush strokes, or maybe clay with thumbprints in it. His goatee/beard was growing like vines, and It became a vine and grew up his face. I looked around the room and noticed that everything was flowing and moving but this time in broad day light! All the textures were more detailed and dimensional. Colors were going crazy. <br> A few minutes later someone turned out the lights. I looked up at the ceiling and saw that the tiles had become a kaleidoscope that danced in the soft glow of the TV. The ceiling tiles would be square, and then morph into other shapes and melt and flow in a full rainbow of colors. <br> <br> As I looked around everything was alive. I laid back and just looked at stuff for some time. Then me and Nathan played video games for a while. One thing very strange that I remember was that when I played tennis it seemed as if I wasn't even playing, but my hands were moving on their own. Somehow Brandon managed to beat me several times in tennis even though he was trashed by this time. I had a few more mildly amusing visuals, mostly eyeballs in weird random places. One time I saw a face in some rocks in a part of Pro Skater, which looked like Hillary Clinton. I exclaimed and Nathan replied, 'you saw it too?!' At one point Brandon was drinking some coke and jack (or something like that) and it made awesome gurgling sounds that swirled around my head and echoed in 3 dimensions. Sometime during this period, Nathan's dad woke up and came downstairs. I just tried to act drunk. It was so scary I don't even remember what happened. But he apparently didn't suspect a thing and went back to bed. <br> <br> Then Nathan and Evan decided to go upstarts and go to sleep. I have no idea what happened to Nintendo (the foreign exchange student.) I think he may have been comatose on the floor or something. Brandon decided it was time to pass out so he turned off all the lights and told me to go sleep in the bed that was around the corner (next to the closet.) But I was not going to be sleeping that night. This was probably around 2 in the morning. I attempted to stand up only to realize I had a severe case of vertigo. Everything was melting and I didn't know what was what. Brandon helped me to the other bed and then passed out on the couch. <br> I took off my shirt and hung it on what I thought was the back of a chair. It fell to the floor and I realized that there wasn't a chair there at all! This was a little scary but I was amazed by how cool it was. <br> I laid there on the bed for a few seconds. It was pitch black. I thought to myself over and over again, 'this is when all the weirdoes come out.' <br> <br> I contemplated how letting acid play with my brain was like a little kid playing with a big gun. There were forces at work way too powerful. Humans were never meant to have experiences like this. When the room became bright again (my eyes adjusted to the darkness) I got up and walked around. Everything reminded me of Alice in Wonderland (like the tiny little doors and stuff). The pool table was little tiny and everything assumed weird proportions. Sometimes it felt like I was walking up or down hill or the floor was moving. One cool thing I liked to do was walk toward a wall that had some pictures hanging on it. The pictures, which were constantly moving in a random vibration just like everything else, came toward me faster that I was moving toward them. In movies they call something like this the Alfred Hitchcock effect, I have learned. I would walk around and see simple visuals for a while. There was a treadmill that had an LED display that showed random blinking red lights, and as I glanced in the blinking lights I could see patterns and letters. Then I had remembered Nathan had told me it was fun to look in a mirror while tripping. <br> <br> So I went in the bathroom and turned on the light. Oh my God! If this is a movie, here comes the bathroom scene. The first thing I did was pee. This was very cool. I could see it sparkling in an indescribable way. The coolest thing was that there was smoke, or more like the distortion you see from the refraction of light through very hot air (like a mirage in the desert,) was rising from the toilet and off of the stream. It made a cool metallic sound. Then I turned around. I leaned on the counter and my fingers melted into it as if they were made of wax and the counter was very hot. My finger tips were shaped like suction cups suctioning onto the counter. I looked at my reflection which was going crazy, it was distorting all over the place, and it was during this time that I realized I had control over my hallucinations. It was like when you are dreaming and you suddenly realize you are dreaming and begin to control the dream. <br> I began to distort my face and made it look like that famous old painting 'Scream' where the guy has the big head. I think it was by Van Gogh. Anyway, I started thinking about the song by Disturbed, '…looking at my own reflection and suddenly it changes, violently it changes…' and I wondered how far I could take my newfound abilities. <br> <br> I decided I was going to turn into a ware-wolf. I stared into the mirror. I scowled. And then it happened. My nose turned into a snout and hairs grew out of my cheeks. For one brief moment. I was a ware-wolf. Then I started playing around with the 'trails.' I was flailing my arms around and watching what reminded me of 'mouse trails' on a computer. I then morphed my face some more and looked at the clock wondering what time it was. As I studied the strange mechanical device for a few minutes I concluded that it was around 5 AM. I went back out of the bathroom and walked around for a while. <br> <br> Up until this time everything had been very enjoyable and I was thinking how much I wanted to do this again sometime. I was thinking it was nearing over but what I didn't know was that it was not even half way through. I sat on the bed and took off my glasses for a few minutes. I stretched my arms out like the toy 'Stretch Armstrong' and noticed that everything had a strange wide angle lens effect to it. I had the feeling I was a huge being a hundred feet tall and the glasses on the table were teeny tiny. This really reminded me of more Alice and Wonderland stuff. I took another walk. Then I sat down and tried to go to sleep but the harder I tried the more it burned to close my eyes and the more awake I became and the harder I tripped. I started writing poetry (none of which I can remember) and thinking about how I wished I had some paper and a pen so I could draw and write while on acid. <br> <br> A few hours went be and I contemplated everything from Relativity to the Infinite String Theory, and how it is all connected. Then I pondered how LSD works and what I was experiencing. I became very mad that I could not go to sleep and very badly wanted to return to 'normal' and go to sleep. I got very scared. I tried not to think about that and just enjoy the ride. I closed my eyes for the first time and saw strange neon bubble pattern accompanied by electronic noises that seemed to form music of some kind. Also a line from a rap song that was popular at the time and I had listened to earlier in the evening, 'been so lo-ong, he's been o-o-on…' kept running through my mind. I got scared again and was mad at them for leaving me here by myself. Then I remembered Brandon. I wanted to wake him up and tell him of all I had seen and felt and heard. I tried to wake him but every time I did he would just mumble something and fall back asleep. This made me very scared and lonely. I'm not sure where all the time went, but I do know I tried to go asleep again, and remember the bed breathing and moving and melting, and I was thinking 'it would be soooo cool to be having sex on acid.' Melting into the bed and whatnot. <br> <br> At about 10:00 AM I heard a noise and the light came on. I was scared to death it was going to be Nathan's dad walking into the room, but it was just Evan and Nathan coming to wake me up. Brandon had already gone home. I told them I was still tripping but not as bad as earlier in the night, and they told me to sit in the basement and watch cartoons. To make a long story short I took a very interesting shower and ate some very odd tasting breakfast rolls that his mom made and she asked me what I was going to do next year and I had no idea what she was talking about so I said 'go to Purdue I guess' which was apparently the answer she was looking for. Then my friend Mark called and told me to come over to Brian's house and help him install his new car radio. <br> <br> So I got in the car and drove over there. Fortunately his house is only about a ¼ mile from Nathan's. I had told my parents I was going to do this, and then go to work at 3:30, to make sure I would not have to come home at all the day after my trip. It was all very well planned out. As I drove to his house I felt like I was flying an airplane. It was really cool. When I got out they were standing in his driveway. Brian made the comment 'your car is making a lot of smoke.' Then I realized I had been shifting at about half the RPMs I should have. By this time I did not feel like I was tripping anymore I just felt very stupefied. I was in a half awake half sleeping state of conscienceness that I could not escape from. I felt very stupid, literally. This was a horrible feeling. I was in my own personal Hell. Especially because my brain is about all I have and I was scared I wasn't going to get it back. <br> <br> 'I suppose I might as well tell you guys, because I wont be able to hide it very long…I'm fucked up.' They assumed I meant I'd gotten an early morning start on potsmoking. 'NO, I took LSD last night, and I'm still fucked up.' That morning and afternoon were one long funky adventure. We never did figure out how to get his factory radio out of his Jap car, let alone get the new radio in. One particularly interesting incident I remember was when I went inside after his parents left for work. I asked him to make me a sandwich so he did. He asked me whether I wanted white or wheat. It was the hardest decision I have ever made in my entire life. I was like 'just pick one I don't know.' But just to antagonize me he insisted that I choose. Finally I picked one at random. White. He made me a ham sandwich, but when I tasted it the ham tasted like bacon. I found this to be an intriguing perceptual distortion. I asked him if the ham tasted salty to him and he said 'no.' The rest of the day just got more and more hellish within my head because I wanted to return to normal but couldn't. Outside my head things slowly became more normal. <br> <br> When you are awake, you can lay down and go to sleep. When you are tired you can shake around and wake yourself up. When you are drunk you can take a cold shower and feel good again. When you are stupefied like I was, there is no way out of it. It sucked. I didn't care whether I woke up or went to sleep, but I wanted to do one or the other. Then I went to work. It was also within a ¼ mile of where I was, which was convenient. I work at a retirement home and there are a lot of old fucked up people who I cant understand most of the time. For once I was on their level. I was communicating with them, I understood them, it was awesome. But on the other hand I was messing up everything I did, ruining pots of coffee and such. I kept expecting people to notice and I came up with an excuse in case anyone said anything. I was going to say I had a headache and could not think. But noone seemed to notice. <br> <br> After work we had a meeting about safety. It seemed to last forever and it was so-o boring. I don't remember a bit of what was said, but I do remember I saw a few sparks of light like I had seen the night before. When I got home I was scared my parents were going to notice something was up, but by this time I was pretty much back to normal, except I hadn't had any sleep for 2 days. I acted tired and said I was going to bed early. I curled up in bed and tried to sleep, but I still couldn't. My mind raced and I was scared, but eventually I fell asleep. <br> <br> The next day I woke up fine and went to school. I told a bunch of friends about it and they were either like 'wow' or really pissed at me. That was an experience I will never forget. I do not regret it. However, I'm not sure if I will ever do it again, due to the fact that it may make you stupider. I realized weeks later that my experience is perfectly modeled in the book, 'Where the Wild Things Are.' Each page can be directly correlated to something that happened on the night of my trip. The similarity is uncanny. I asked Nathan about what he had seen while on acid and he told me he had seen 'neon grasshoppers' jumping across the street. When I asked Brandon, who has taken as many as 7 or more hits at a time, what was the coolest thing he ever saw, he said 'I saw the ceiling come down and touch the floor.' So I am assuming that compared to other people this was a pretty damn good 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: 6602</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 10, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,910</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6602&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6602&amp;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), Multi-Day Experience (13), 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">2.5 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">122 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have taken LSD many times. There are only a precious few trips that really stick out in my mind as an EXPIERIENCE, this is a letter about one of them. I was with my best friend/trip buddy Meg, and we decided to go to a party and take some acid. My other friend Nikki and her date (a guy i never met before) decided to come to the party with us, and trip also. This was fine because i love Nikki and this guy she was with was cool and had a positive attitude. On the flipside, the party we were going to was going to be intense. A lot of my ex-girlfriends were going to be there along with people i didnt like and a lot of strangers. The party was at a 2 floor apt. in a bad city. During recent acid trips my best friend Meg and I had we became bonded with this ceramic garden Gnome that i had in my room. For reasons i cant explain he was our tripping buddy and we named him BILL THE TRIP GNOME. He has a wise smile on his bearded face and seems to have brought us peace and comfort during our recent acid trips. We knew it was gonna be a crazy nite, so we all decided to bring Bill the Gnome to the party with us. I put him in my backpack along with other things to prepare me for the nite. I alwasy have certain things with me if im doing acid away from home, the things i brought that nite besides Bill the Gnome were, some beer because i like to drink a little when i trip. I also brought a change of clothes in case i did something stupid and got dirty or sweaty. I also had my glow toys which included a squishy glow ball(red) and green glow sticks. I also have asprin just in case of a headache. So I was prepared physically and mentally for a good trip... <br> <br> Knowing Bill would be there gave me a really good vibe for the nite. We dropped in the car on the way to the party at about 9pm. The blotters were named MAGIC, which i liked because i wanted it to be a magical evening. It kicked it quick for us, we all took 2 and 1/2 hits at the same time. Meg gave everyone vitamin C drops to help out our colors and visuals. I never really thought it did much but this nite it all seemed to flow so well. We get to the party, and there are so many people there, at this time the acid is starting to take effect and when we walk in we stayed in our little trip group and found a spot in the house where we could have our 'comfort zone'. We all decided to just sit for a bit and take in our surroundings before anything else. We were on the floor in a 4 person circle when i opened my bag and took out Bill. Everyone else at the party was drunk and smoking pot, we were the only ones on LSD. When i took Bill out and placed him in the center of our circle we all smiled and giggled because Bill started to smile with us, and gave us strength that the nite would go smoothly. This little 10inch ceramic Gnome became the center of our 'comfort zone' and many of the drunks were already making fun of us, but we all looked at eachother and nobody cared because Bill was giving us courage and strength. He knew us and they did not. <br> <br> About 30 min. after we got to the party the acid started to kick us full on. It was about 1 hour into the trip. Everyone was standing and smoking and we were all still sitting. As we looked up the smoke at the top of the room looked amazing. I asked Nikkis date if he was ok, because he really only knew Nikki. He just smiled and laughed and said 'im lost!'. I knew he would be ok and i let him take in his own trip. My gay guy friend Al came over to us to talk and just laughed when he saw Bill. Al had a shirt on it with a wonderful abstract pattern and we all noticed it at the same time. He found it amusing that we were so fasinated with his shirt. He had never done acid and asked us what was so special about his shirt. I told him that ' it looks like your wearing liquid clothing, its not a shirt its liquid armor!'. For the next hour we just sat in our circle and watched everyone. People didnt really talk to us, and it felt like we were flys on the wall just watching and waiting. About 2 hours into the trip we decided to take a walk upstairs. We left our circle and Bill to hold the fort(even though he was an inatimate object) we knew he would keep our comfort zone safe. <br> <br> Going upstairs was like going to another world, and we all agreed on this. Things were so different upstairs because the whole scene had changed. Different people, and different music. It wasnt bad, but it wasnt as good as being downstairs. All four of us sat on a bed huddled toghether and just started to crack up for no reason. The laughing fit seemed to last forever until the girl who lived there gave us a HUGE sticker book with all kinds of sticker like fuzzy ones, glitter, squishy, big, small, and very colorful. The stickers are just what we needed at that point in the trip. They were amazing and the color was just popping out of the pages of the book. Every kind of image was in that book on a sticker. I started to worry about my Gnome,Bill. So Meg and i took the journey down the stairs into the place we started our trip. It seemed like we were only upstairs for like half an hour but it was actually close to an hour and a half. So we were reaching the end of our peak and we all knew it. <br> <br> I told Nikki and her date that they had to come and bond with Bill the trip Gnome. We went to our comfort zone which was untouched thanks to Bill. He had a little satisfied smile on his face, and just looked at us with his blue eyes. We all agreed he was special, and magical. We were all glad I decided to bring him to the party. Most of the people had left, and the others that were still there gave us a nice vibe and we were all very comfortable. I drank some beer and took some asprin and just relaxed the rest of the nite. I said my goodbyes and went home with my friends. That nite or should I say early morning, cause it was like 4am when i got home, well I sat Bill down on the table next to my bed and just stared at him until I fell asleep. He seemed to sooth my brain and sing me to sleep. <br> <br> That was one of the best trips ive ever had, and i really owe it all to a ceramic garden gnome. I know it sounds crazy, but he was a good friend and although i dont have him anymore, i do miss having him with me. 'BILL THE TRIP GNOME' I will always love that guy. I wish all of you acid lovers could meet him. I do think LSD is a great drug, and a wonderful way to find yourself. That nite i learned that you can love anything. Even if his reality only exists in my own head.<!-- 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: 6661</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 23, 2002</td><td>Views: 10,850</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6661&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6661&amp;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), 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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/datura/">Datura</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 --> A friend of mine (P) got given some acid last week and so last night we all dropped. I was pretty stoked - it's not very often one get the chance to trip for free. In New Zealand (where I live) a tab generally cost around NZ$40... roughly US$20. <br> <br> Anyway, we were all getting pissed and we dropped half a tab each. Then P took me and another friend B into his room, where he proceeded to pack a bowl of Datura (I'd never tried it before, said I never would!) So we smoked a few bowls and sat around for a bit. Nothing happening. Acid hadn't even kicked in yet. So P strained the rest of the Datura and makes some tea (which we decided tasted like oysters). By this stage the acid was kicking in and I was beginning to feel quite angsty. Eventually we smoked some pot (oil, as it were) and headed into town. <br> <br> I can't say I remember a great deal more. I know we just walked around the whole time and were constantly losing B, who appeared to be having quite a bad trip. P on the other hand, seemed to be having the best trip of all of us since he couldn't shut up all night about how wasted he was. I was really just starting to feel good, but could already tell this wasn't going to be as good a trip as I'd have liked. As it turned out that was about all there was to it. I was quite disappointed with the acid (I've had trips 3 times as intense off half the dose) and the Datura didn't seem to be making a lot of difference. It would be interesting to revisit that night mind you, just to see if I was hallucinating at all (since you supposedly can't tell if you are). <br> <br> Eventually P caught a taxi home and I caught a bus home at the disappointingly early time of 3am. B would have been on it but he couldn't afford the $5 fare and was apparently too wasted to even ask me if he could borrow it (I had no idea until the bus drove away and he was left standing on the street). God only knows what became of him that night. There were no more buses that's for sure. I on the other hand felt perfectly normal by this stage and was looking forward to going to bed. I noticed when I got home that my pupils were very dilated. I figured 'yeah, well I am still on acid technically' <br> <br> This morning, however, I was a little taken aback when I noticed they were still dilated. And not only are they still dilated, but I'm feeling particularly WEIRD today. I can't focus on anything properly, I'm seeing double when I look at close objects, and I just have a general feeling of anxiety and 'somethingsnotquiterightness'. I'm not sure if I'm behaving normally at all which is a bit worrying since I'm staying at my folks' house. I hope to god they don't notice my eyes. Same goes for my workmates tomorrow. <br> <br> Basically though, last night sucked. I didn't trip nearly as hard as I wanted. The Datura did nothing as far as I could tell and my best friend got stranded in town and by the way he was behaving I'm a little concerned for his wellbeing. Last night wasn't much of a trip but now I'm feeling utterly strange. I dread to think how I'd feel if I'd taken a decent dose.<!-- 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: 12477</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 7, 2002</td><td>Views: 34,065</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12477&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12477&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Datura (15), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Hangover / Days After (46), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:39</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="/chemicals/cocaine/">Crack</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:55</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="/chemicals/5meo_dmt/">5-MeO-DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Day 1: Two of my friends and I drove to CA, and got a hotel near Six Flags Magic Mountain. We brought 9 hits of acid, which was in the form of smarties, about 3/4 gram of crack, and some 5-MeO-DMT, which my friends didn't tell me about until it was too late. We also had a wheelchair, a big blanket, a crackpipe, a lighter, a small notepad with pen, and money for tickets. Before this experience, I had only done acid once, with 2 hits, I tried crack once, about 1/4 g, and other than that I've only smoked weed. I hadn't even been on a roller coaster before this day. <br> We were all in a pretty good mood, but I was nervous because I was the least experienced one (with drugs and amusement parks). <br> <br> Day 2: <br> <br> 7:00 am: We wake up, each take 3 hits of acid, and eat a small meal from the hotel. We load the crackpipe, and leave for the park. <br> <br> 7:28: We get to 6 flags, and start waiting in line. I start feeling nervous and jittery, but my friends don't feel anything yet. <br> <br> 7:46: We finally get to the front of the line, and the acid has begun to kick in for all of us. Visuals start about the same time we get through into the park. <br> <br> 8:02: We arrive at Superman:Ride of Steel, and start waiting. People offer us to cut, but we were just going to wait for the acid to kick in a little more, so we stay in the back of the line. <br> <br> 8:39: Arrive about 2 people towards the front, my friend gives me a cue to take a hit from the crack pipe. I hide the pipe under the big blanket and take a huge toke. I tried to hold it in, but my head started feeling way bigger and uncomfortable, so I blow out the smoke. I turn to look at my friends, and almost go blind. I see extremely bright lights, and noises seem to blend in this frightening groan. I started wondering if this really was the crack reacting with the acid, but I coudn't keep a train of thought going. <br> <br> 8:42: They say we can get on the ride. My friends have to pretty much drag me onto the ride as I'm gripping the wheelchair as if my life depended on it. I keep slipping in and out of reality, wondering if I'm really on the ride. The ride starts. <br> <br> 8:43: I just lose it. I feel like I'm going 10,000 mph through a void. I start screaming and crying. All my muscles tighten up, and I sweat like crazy. We get to the top and I start crying. We roll back down and wait to get off the ride. <br> <br> 8:46: My friends quickly get me onto the wheelchair and push me away from the crowds. I look down and notice I've wet my pants and puked all over myself (which I don't even remember doing). My face is still pouring with sweat and tears. My friends try to calm me down, giving me a soda and telling me everything will be OK. <br> <br> 8:55: My friends tell me that they mixed in some 5-MeO-DMT with the crack. I asked what it was, they said toad venom and explained it. They had to repeat a lot of stuff because their voices were distorted and I had to hear things 2 or 3 times to understand it. <br> <br> 9:00: I feel better, because I feel the 5-MeO-DMT wearing off. The acid is still running strong, and I still feel dirty from the body fluids. I see a crowd of people and I think they are laughing and pointing at me. They start to come closer, and I tell my friends to avoid the crowd. They look over, and told me that they were actually walking away. <br> <br> 9:12: My friends are still talking to me, and I ask what to do about my clothes. They said 'this might happen, we are prepared.' <br> They told me that there was one spare change of clothes that would fit any of us under the wheelchair. I thank them and now am a lot happier. <br> <br> 9:20: We go to where nobody can see us, I stand up, and bring the clothes into a bathroom, hoping nobody would be in there. There was only one person, and they looked at me, but didn't say anything <br> about the puke or pee. I quickly go into a stall and start undressing. After what seemed to be 4 hours, I finally get all my clothes on and join my friends. <br> <br> 9:35: I ask how long I took, he said 15 minutes. I put the dirty clothes and blanket under the wheelchair. I looked up at on of my friend's faces and stare. His freckles jump out of his head, then his face melts, turns to pixels, and other various things. He said 'be careful dude, your pupils are soooooo dialated.' <br> <br> 9:40: I ask my friend to ride the wheel chair. He said 'ok it's not too dirty.' Walking felt great. I apologized to my friends for wasting time getting dressed and what not, but they said it was cool, they were sorry for giving me 5-MeO without permission. We were all now in a mood where we feel like we need to apologize. <br> <br> The rest of the day, we went on a few more rides, and my friends found places to take hits from the pipe before going on them. We each took 1 hit from the pipe and each went on a different ride while on the 5-MeO. I didn't go on any more roller coasters, but some other rides. When I waited for my friends I walked around trying to avoid people. I was very paranoid. <br> <br> Day 3: I was very sore, especially my neck. This was probably because I tightened my muscles on the roller coasters. I will never go on a rollercoaster or take 5-MeO-DMT again (purposely!), but still might do acid to confront my problems. <br> <br> Final note: I woudn't recommend doing any drugs on roller coasters, unless you like VERY intense stuff. I wouldn't recommend bringing a crack pipe to such a public place, much less smoking out of it. I was very lucky (some people may say unlucky) that I didn't get caught.<!-- 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: 8088</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 20, 2002</td><td>Views: 287,181</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8088&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8088&amp;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), Crack (82), 5-MeO-DMT (58) : Difficult Experiences (5), What Was in That? (26), Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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+ 1:10</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ci/">2C-I</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">220 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Just a week ago I tried a new combination that seemed to be well suited to introspective and creative tripping. After having been recently introduced to 2C-I, I quickly became a fan due to this compound’s rather subtle, gentle, yet powerful nature. It struck me as a good enhancer of other drugs and I have tried it with a number of them but I was curious as to what the synergy between this and LSD would be like. <br> <br> Having established my adequate 2C-I dose to be at 25mg oral and 10 mg insufflated, and having come across some medium-potency acid, I decided time, set and setting were right to conduct the experiment on this combo. <br> <br> T+0:00 - I drop the acid first just to make sure it works properly and it is consistent with the rest of the batch. Within 15 minutes first alerts start, just a heightened awareness that tells me this acid is smooth on coming up, not bunk nor overly powerful. <br> <br> T+0:45 – LSD effects much more pronounced now, ripples and traditional edginess starting. <br> <br> T+1:10 – The acid is coming up nicely and I decide to snort 10 mg of 2C-I. The effect is almost immediate, launching the trip into a very steep curve and in 15 minutes it reaches a new dimension, one in which I am very stoned yet retain incredible clarity and calmness. <br> <br> T+ 2:00 – Still coming up. What an amazing trip!! While it is clear that LSD is the dominant psychedelic here, the 2C-I has added much warmth and its own spin to it. Visuals are fantastic, revolving shapes with characteristic “electric” green, purple, blue colors, ripples but with some decidedly smoother shaping, gently popping up in orderly stereoscopic fashion. Also, tinges of “kids’ toys” feel to them, a very distinct trait of past 2C-I trips for me. <br> <br> And despite being in a very intense psychedelic journey, I feel very little of the edginess I usually feel on acid. <br> <br> I put on some wildly different styles of music and seem capable of getting into every note while paying attention to the great visuals and engaging in creative thinking, all at the same time. My mind is working so fast, I would love to have some of my usual buddies around to chat but that was not possible. <br> <br> T+4:00 I reach a plateau, albeit a very high one. I am very stoned but feel absolutely great, aside from a bit too much edginess. This is taken care of by ingesting 7.5 mg of midazolam, but otherwise I feel fine, buzzing with energy and creative thinking. <br> <br> I put on more specific music and apply my full concentration to that…Man, this is great!!! I stare at the ceiling, which by now has been turned into a full canvas, where exquisite visuals respond to every note, purple lights intertwine with head shapes of alabaster, shards of multicolored glass shine in all directions, all in perfect tune and tempo with the music. <br> <br> I keep at this for a long time and, frankly, lose count of time and have some wavy recollections after this point. <br> <br> T+8:30 Have come down a notch but still going strong. I decide it is time to hit the sack as in 2 hours will have to pick my girlfriend at the airport, and take 15mg of midazolam to sleep a bit…But to no effect, which is weird, it generally works just fine for me. Fortunately, I hit baseline (or whereabouts) in just about time to drive. Even at no sleep, feel great and energized. <br> <br> <br> Conclusions: <br> <br> This combo was very successful and much stronger than I had anticipated. The interaction was good, with LSD dominating the effects but with good synergy. The 2C-I, at this dose range, made the trip stronger, faster and gentler. It added its own color and shape twists, while not making the whole experience overly intense. <br> <br> And it added a warmth that is distinctively different from that of MDMA, where the body warmth and “lovey” feeling makes for a nicer acid trip. 2C-I seems to make the mental aspects of the acid trip more connected to your own experiences, closer to home in a sense. It also makes the visuals startlingly richer, by adding its own palette of colors and shapes while never clashing with LSD. <br> <br> A word of caution though: as with any psychedelics, watch out for proper doses when trying this combo. I think a pinch more of 2C-I could have turned it into a too-intense-to-handle experience. Before attempting this, make sure you have tried and established adequate doses of each one of these drugs. <br> <br> But for creative thinking, musical endeavors and sheer psychedelic exploration, this combo is excellent and I highly recommend it. Hot tripping indeed…<!-- 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: 14792</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 21, 2002</td><td>Views: 14,749</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14792&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14792&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-I (172) : First Times (2), 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"> </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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 mg</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> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Last spring, I rolled frequently with my boyfriend and my old friend Ms. X. Once, at her apartment in Philadelphia, we rinsed out a LSD vial I had recently finished. We all ended up tripping on about 500 mics each. [Erowid Note: estimations of microgram dosages of LSD are usually baseless.] <br> <br> Ms. X is a devout Catholic. Her beliefs came to play a major role in how she responded to the dose of LSD. She found herself play-acting as the Christian devil, daring me to look out the window and give up my soul to her. <br> <br> I belong to a goddess-centered, non-Christian, church and I did not take part in her spiritual experience (my spirit guides, who at the time were visible to me, made it clear that I was not to participate). We later talked about the Christian concept of 'sin' and how this idea motivated her to use self-destructive behavior to test her own faith. <br> <br> A few months later, we were in Toronto for my birthday. We smuggled a few decent ecstasy pills and some 5-MeO-DMT across the border in order to party in my hotel room. We were rolling quite hard, blanketed by chemical love, when we smoked the 5-MeO-DMT. While my boyfriend did not have a peak experience, I was reasonably saturated and found time moving very slowly. <br> <br> Ms. X was unfamiliar with the substance and her only prior strong psychedelic trip was the aforementioned LSD. Upon smoking about 15 mg. of the powder, she began to think that she was dying and tried to climb out a 17th story hotel room window. She later told me that she felt her soul leave her body and had an intense religious experience concerning death. I physically restrained her from committing suicide and when she returned to her body she started vomiting in the bathroom. <br> <br> Again, her Catholic beliefs about guilt and sin became crucial to the effects she felt. I talked with her, held her and encouraged her to let the fear she was experiencing leave her body. When she stopped vomiting, she became euphoric and started talking about how there was really a cure for cancer (a close relative of hers had died of the disease a long time ago). <br> <br> While I had a pleasant birthday, the experience of smoking the 5-MeO-DMT while rolling was clearly very intense for her. About a month later, I was coldly informed by Ms. X that she no longer wished to have any contact with me or my boyfriend. She felt that we did not respect her religious preference and had basically been threatening her on a psychic level. It became clear that my lack of participation in the Christian oriented scenes she experienced while on strong doses of psychedelics had led her to become paranoid about our friendship. We talked with her, and tried to communicate our care and respect for her, but there has been no further contact. <br> <br> I have given drugs to many people in the hope that they would help pull them out of certain head traps in the way that they have helped me, and have some experience with guiding individuals through strong trips. However, last year I had both this experience and a similar ones involving the use of MDMA, 2CB, AMT, DPT, 5-Me0-DMT, 5-Me0-DiPT and large amounts of cannabis in which old friends of mine with pronounced, unconscious Christian beliefs determined that I was trying to invade their spiritual privacy and there was another suicide attempt. <br> <br> I have never attempted to alter the religious preferences of my friends in any way, psychically or otherwise. In both cases, the crucial factor in the extreme behavior of the affected people was my not participating in specifically Christian scenes that came to them while under the influence of strong psychedelics. I believe that it is inappropriate to take part in spiritual behavior one does not understand and I have no knowledge of or participation in Christianity. <br> <br> I am just writing to bring to the attention of the community how large doses of unfamiliar psychedelics can bring young people (we were all between 18 and 22) into very specifically religious settings. If you are one of those people who find yourselves experiencing strong religious visions while under the influence of psychedelics, as hard as this may be to remember, please do not assume that your supplier knew that the chemical would create that reality for you. I did not even know what the religious practices of these people were other than generic labels such as 'Catholic' or 'hippie' when I gave them these drugs. I lost a wonderful friend in Ms. X and my landlady was almost informed by the other, unconsciously Christian, friends that I used LSD. <br> <br> My conclusion from these experiences is that there is an intrinsic conflict some believers of the Christian religions find between their chosen religious path and the use of strong doses of psychedelics in non-Christian settings. I have not seen a similar conflict in people of other faiths on strong doses of psychedelics.<!-- 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: 13001</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: May 22, 2002</td><td>Views: 25,007</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13001&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13001&amp;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), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Second Hand Report (42), Mystical Experiences (9), Difficult Experiences (5), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3), First Times (2)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">130 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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> -We kept notes the entire night as our experience went on and on. We dropped at like 9pm. For the remainder of the experience, I will be known as tad, and my two friends will be known as chad and dave. We each went through our own bad trips, but we also went through good ones as the night progressed. <br> <br> Body Weights: <br> Tad- 155lbs <br> Chad- 145lbs <br> Dave- 140lbs <br> <br> Time Dialation (real seconds):(estimated seconds) <br> Dave 30: 22 <br> Chad 30: 36 <br> Dave 60 with music: 55 <br> Chad 60 with music: 73 <br> <br> -we began 'controlling time' by using my strobe light to make it appear as though the fan was not moving, then it was, and etc. <br> <br> -after my own thoughts of the universe evolving water and fire, it inspired chad to do some typing. <br> <br> ime for this writing, STARTED BEFORE 11:24 <br> watyer bluye beginning white light <br> red fire against <br> always fihting for equi9libruum <br> chemiclas, water sloshing over the edge, a flame <br> THEY ARE ALWAYS MOVING, BUT SLOWING UNTIL YOU THINK THEY MAY STOP <br> but would water really be water without its comforting alterations, it calming slosh? <br> is fire really fire, if it does not waver with the wind. TIME DOES NOT EXIST! <br> one may live for as long as a human can live, perhaps forver, and their life may seem at the instant that they obtain 'standstillesness' perfect, but the next thing to happen may appear as the fire coming from the center of the earth, but for this one eternal man, it will not harm him, what may in the beginning seem as walls of 'fire' coming in from every directions may in time subside, and what seems so extreme at one point, when time is extended it is merely a disruption on the surface, a ripple in another pond, the flame wavering in someone elses wind we can do as many reality checks as we want, but the truth as it may be, is that all things are eternal, and in one sense, every event is intertwined, as to how is beyond this document, it can not be explained in any document, as it can be taken on any tangent, any possible explanation can be explored, but there is always some where furhter. <br> <br> water gives live, blue is all comforting, white light is so inviting red repels us, flames scare, black and darkness try to send us away <br> for now it is 11:26, and i am supposed to be going, as my explanation can not be fully expanded upon even in person, with my simple demonstrations with a strobe and a blue cup of water and a flame, with my hypotheses about the man who finds the perfect drop of water to give him eternal life and sees the rest of the world buring in flames, eventually his life becomes so long that these ripples become only minor molecules in the true ocean, the true ripple. <br> the atlantic ocean? it is the largest ocean. it is immense. but....the earth? it is almost entirely water! but you know what, this earth, is it not part of a solar system? a larger arrangements of planets that revolve around a sun? this sun is our center of life, all existance on earth, comes from the heat and power of this star, and our planets are revolving around this star... <br> but then, isnt this one 'all life giving' star known as the sun, part of another grouping of stars? and infinite amount of stars all bunched together in the most tremendous thing known to man: <br> <br> the galazy. <br> think about the sheer size of a galaxy - an infinite amount of stars all bunched together, but pick and choose at random any one of these stars, and around this star is a 'solar system' a system of various bodies all circliing around a star, which in itself is part of a large group of stars <br> revolving around some larger entitiy, in a universe. i have lost my train of thought, distracted by a smaller more direct matter, at about 11:34 but this train of thought, in the large scheme of things, is nothing. another man may be having thoughts 1000 fold the insightfullness as mine, but this will subisde, all that is gained, is lost. all that is lost is in some form regained. the peaks and valleys of a ripple. the ripple in the ocean. the ocean on the earth. the earth in the solar system. the solar system in the galaxy. the galaxy in the universe. the universe in the ?. <br> this, i as a human, cannot go further than this, as it is at the fullest of human capacity, that the universe is known to not be the largest body. the human can prove beyond reasonable doubt that the galxy exists as a container of stars, the stars contain the worlds, the world contain the oceans, the oceans contain the ripples. the ripples contain much more in them self, but also in the lowely way that a human can descrive, are symbols for the peaks and valleys, that are only in essence parts of a larger ripple, and on for infinadum. <br> <br> 11:40 <br> Dave feels that the lsd may be bringing out his grandmothers schizophrenia in him, but in reality, does it really matter? he may go crazy, but isnt there an entire human race to care about? but in that same mindset, isnt there all of life in its entirety to care about? but when we try to to to to to to 11:43 (off on another tangent, trying to elaborate to tad and dave, but they cant comprehend, what does it matter if they cant cpomprehend? there are always those that will, but for everyone that will, thre will be someone who wont. and maybe at one point, those that understand are in the larger percentage, it will always happen that at a later time those that dont will be in the larger percentage. it is all back an forth, wobbling, too and fro, teetering here and tilting there, and ALL FOR WHAT? <br> HUMANS WILL NEVER KNOW! I HAVE JUST HIT THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON, A SIGN OF ANGER? NO, IT MAY SEEM THAT WAY FOR SOMEONE WHO IS FOND OF THE INTERNET, BUT ARENT THESE 'CAPITAOL LETTERS' AND 'SCREAMING TEXT' JUST DOTS ON A SCREEN?HUNDREDS OF TINY BOTS THAT DEFINE WHAT THE HUMAN INTERPRETS AS A LETTER ON A SCREEN, THAT THE AMERICAN MIND INTERPRETS ARE ITS NATIVEALPHEBET, ONE WHICH IT CAN MAKE SENSE OF THE LITTLE DOTS AND FLASHES OF LIGHTS, WITH A LANGUAGE THAT THE HUMANS CAN UNDERSTND, BUT REALLY CAN THEY? <br> <br> 11:47 - DAVE BROUGHT TADS TREE UPSTAIRS <br> DAVE SAYS IT WAS NELLY THE ELEPHANT <br> THIS NELLY, IS A PIECE OF DAVES MIND, ONE WHICH HE CREATED TO TRY TO EXPLAIN HIS FEELINGS. HE HAS A 'FRIEND'... DAVE FEELS THAT PLANTS MAKE THE ROOM MORE ORGANIC, HE MAY GET US CAUGHT WITH HIS MINDLESS RUNNING AROUND PERHAPS HE IS MAKING BETTER USE OF HIS TIME LIKE THIS BY FULLY EXPERIEMTNING WITH WHAT HE SEES, BUT IN REALIZTY, HUMANS HAVE HAD EXPERIENCES LIKE THIS A MILLION TIMES BEFORE. DAVE IS HAVING A BAD TRIP. I MAY BE THE ONE WITH THE SENSE NOW T <br> I HAVE TO GO, THINGS ARE GETTING TOO INTENSE <br> <br> 11:51, DAVE IS OVER MY SHOULDER, BEING WEIRD, TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF ALL THIS, DAVE NEEDS HIS PLANT TO KEEP HIM SANE <br> I AM LEAVING, DAVE IS VIOPLENT <br> <br> 11:51 CHAD APRIL 13 2001 <br> I DONT WANT TO LEAVE, BUT I MUST, READ WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN, AND THEN THINK ABOUT THE INFINITE AMOUNT OF CAUSES OF AND CONSEQUENCES FROM THIS TYPIMNG. DAVE MUST FEED ALLEN. GOOD BYE. ALLAN NOT ALLEN. ALLEN AND ALLAN. ITS ALL THE SMAE NOW. I MUST GO, FOR I AM IN AN EMBARRASING RUYT, NOT BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOU7T WHAT I MUST. BUT DOES IT RELALY MATTEWR? <br> <br> -Dave: 11:53PM <br> -My friend began acting schitzophrenic, he began taking my plants from my house (artifical and real) into my room and talked to them. <br> <br> IT it speaks tp me on another level its quiote strange im changin my name to .,HEY ITS DAVE, <br> chad is now off of the computer now im the scientist wiht the dream iv e disco ered the secret to mr research, not technology , plants and bio life tad is trying to feed allen and allon and alan and alorian, like in atlantis god this is strange i mus twrite this down allan is my faithfulll companion ittl never leave me like its part of me i can feel itin my cinter of life, IT IS NOW IT.IT MUST GO, I AM NOW GOING BACK THE THE TECHNOLOGY WORD im leaving into the computer im searching around with my body and i cant feel my fingersm okay i just had a reality check and im laughing my ass of. tad says that the face of chad is now gone, hes moulding the fac ce into something different hjes playing god this isnt right he shouldnt be messing with things like this this substance changes everything there are so many levels of conciousness although materialtings are not reall my back feels ereally funny, <br> chad cant write it odown even though tad says to i can see the glasses on my face i am now gero in the body of dave, a misguided teenager sitting in the roonm of his 'freind' that he thinks h is taking some sort ofchemical bu it is something so much more they keep talking about the universe <br> <br> I AM GERO <br> ALLON ALLEN ALAN ALERION !IT! IS MY COMPANION <br> I AM LOOSOING MY GRIP I NEEDED THAT DOWN I BELEVE THIS NOW ICAN SEE THAT IT IS THE WAY TO GO I AM NOW GOING TO GET the satrobe light to test a theory of mine, now the plants have gone ui am forced to go back to technology tad and chad are leaving the state i can now feel my presence leaving the body of dave, i gero must now reinhibit the body wiht a blast from the sigma segment, this word sigma is only in the futile creatures mind through a vidioe game called mega man, i must retreive allen allon alan alerion, IT. wish me luck,, <br> <br> with love gero.... <br> <br> -it took him awhile to get back to normal, but he learned much about himself from this somewhat bad trip. <br> <br> -Chad started typing <br> this is chad, i am here, dave has left the room, it is now 12.03 <br> <br> -Tad: <br> <br> 12:11AM <br> it means nothing... because all this is is the drug telling us what to think. But the drug says that my cells betray me. My cells tell me what to do. My cells all so bent on self-preservation that they cause me pain. They are me, and i am them. So how, when the world is all we have, can we kill eachother? How can we say that there is something good for us? Everything has an end, and every end starts a new beginning. There is no true beginning, no true end, no ANYTHING. nothing exists? nothing is real? What the hell? <br> <br> -I don't think I was even understanding this as I was writing it. <br> <br> -Chad started typing again <br> <br> this is chad 12:13 dave acutally has schizophrenia. for a long period of time, he acutally 'became somone else' <br> <br> 1220 <br> dave says 'over schizophrenia, putting down red piull, pickign up blue, dave accepts his schizophrenia he says 'if i want to come out, dont let me' tad recites the matrix, and using as a metaphor for daves realization of his disease' <br> <br> 1222 dave goes into closet to think this over <br> 12224 dave comes out says he is down after rethinkinh he says he just lost himself again, and has once again regained himself dave is coming to grips <br> note this honeslty seemed like 10 minutes to tad and i, 30 seconds to dave dave wishes to type his thougta at 1225 <br> <br> -we kinda goofed around for a while and watched TV, then, it was my turn for the bad trip as chad just came out of his. <br> <br> -TAD: <br> <br> 2:28AM <br> i saw chad in the mirror, and his eyes just stayed om place as his face and felsh and muscile all melted away all at once. And he just becaused a skeliton right there. He was standing in the mirror with his eyes, looking right at me, and he was just dead. His eyes scared the hell out of me. Then i saw dave, as chad wasw aalready there, and dave did the same. It sounded like an atom bomb in my head. and i came over to lay down. And i closed my wtyes and then i just saw the whole world, everyone, every face and person eradicated. I was then standing alone on a red star shaped platform, with blacknesss and nothingness everywhere. And then, eyes, everywhere, looked at me. Some jokingly, some laugingly, some to accuse... I was immortal, there, DAMMED FOREVER TO SEE THE EYES THAT MOCK ME. <br> <br> -I was truly scared, I remember myself just lying on the floor motionless for almost an hour, dave almost called an ambulance <br> <br> -I started having a conversation with chad and dave by typing my responses <br> <br> 448 <br> go away chad, get off my back you homo <br> you were, you are, NO I AM NOT!!! FUCK YOU HOAR! <br> Go AWAY ALREADY! IM NOT GOING TO TALK TO YOU NOW FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 <br> please? <br> i am not thhree <br> i know you are but what am i? <br> THATS WHAT I THOUGHT BITHC!! BOO HA THAT MO FO <br> ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US! <br> YOU k2NOW WHAT Y2kT DOIN? <br> 'MOVE ZIG' <br> FOR A GREAT JUSTICE TAKE OFF EVERY ZIG <br> POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPO h3h, 1 4m 31173 4z H311! <br> FUCK NO DAVE YOU MAY NOT HAVE A COOKIE!!@^(#^@(^(!*@^# <br> <br> <br> -All and all, a great experience, one which we will more than likely repeat. After this, weed and other smokables seemed so dirty. Every time I've smoked weed since this though, it's been more than a high, but less than a trip. Acid is truly the drug that keeps on giving.<!-- 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: 6896</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 9,150</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6896&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6896&amp;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><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=renwick" target="new"><img src="http://userpic.livejournal.com/7445965/100386" alt="Author Home Page" align="RIGHT" border="0"></a> </td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The first time I took LSD was a very high dose (well over 1000 mcg) and it took a long time to kick in. We watched some movies and laughed and I saw some trail but after 5 hours there was still nothing more. We left in a van with some of her friends to find some marijuana- because MJ is suppose to potentiate LSD. After smoking a few hits, It finally hit me after I was sitting in the back of the van ranting about how I didn't believe in god or any higher power and that LSD was worthless for showing people god and the everyone else was stupid and confused. <br> <br> After the rant I reached for a cigarette but could no longer control my body- I felt pulled out of myself and was watching my body from an outside perspective. Then this happened again with the outside versionof myself spliting again so I was watching a version of myself that was watching another version of myself. In the second perspective everything looked normal but from the third perspective the world became bent, jagged and kaleidoscopic. <br> <br> I was able to see through different layers of reality and I noticed that I could slip through the cracks in it because this form I was in was 'thin' or without dimesion or maybe in a higher dimension. I slipped through one of the spaces in reality and saw a giant energy vortex that I felt drawn to. I entered it and was instantly torn to pieces I could still see the origional me in the van and the one outside the car as well. The one in the car appeared to have a seizure as I entered the vortex the one outside seemed to be talking but in a form that was visual/symbolic and these symbols kept flying out of it's mouth. <br> <br> Then for a brief instant- I was everything. I saw out of every photon and electron in every being living or dead to have ever existed. My mind was overloading I couldn't handle it. Then I found myself back in the car and the people there tell me that I was saying something in words that are unpronouncable. I tried to explain but the words were lost in my head, I couldn't talk! I though man I've done it I paid the price of my very sanity tosee through the eyes of god. <br> <br> When we fianlly got back to my friends house I managed to pull it together for a short bit and get up to her room. She asked if I was okay and I replied that I was. She seemed to believe me until my eyes made contact with the mirror. I felt a little shift of my self sideways in perspective but nothing else. <br> <br> I heard my friend scream and turned to look at her as she ran down the stairs. I tried to stop her but she couldn't seem to hear me. She got her parents and told them I was dying from a drug OD. I yelled at them from the stairs that I was fine. Then they ran up the stairs- right through me! <br> <br> I followed them and when I got to the top I noticed my body laying on the floor motionless. I looked at my hands and they melted off as soon as I looked at them. I 'ran' over to my body and touched it- as I touched it I entered back into it. They dragged me to the hospital against my wishes. Along the way my mind exited my body and I was viewing myself in third person quite a bit. <br> <br> I felt feverish and sick- I remembered my first hallucinations that I had with scarlet fever as a young child. I remembered the fever so vividly it came into existance again- I felt exactly like I did them. I got to the hospital about 10 hours after we dosed and vomitted a few times. My heart felt like a freight train in my chest. They strapped me to a table and took many blood samples (who knows what for or what became of them). My mother and brother came in. <br> <br> The cotton mouth effect was made more annoying under the effects of the LSD but the nurse wouldn't give me water. My mother gave me water. The hospital staff just ridiculed me about how I had probably taken rat poison, while I tried to pull the knowledge I had learned together enough to tell her it is almost impossible to adulterate LSD- but I could barely talk. Finally after being in the hospital for another 4 hours while they did nothing, no thorazine, no benzo's nothing. I went home and tripped for a good 7 more hours before falling asleep. <br> <br> Many people would never trip again if that was their first trip- for me it made me more interested. Anything that powerful has to be able to allow us access to new abilities, philosophies, or spirtituality. So this was the begining of the adventure. The birth of Renwick.<!-- 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: 14771</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 10, 2002</td><td>Views: 28,717</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14771&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14771&amp;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), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> 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+ 0:35</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">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I tried LSD for the first time this past Friday/Sat - overall, I would say it was a 'bad trip' - I wasn't prepared for what it could do. And was stupid enough to take three hits total - one, then two more at +35-40 minuts, thinking it wasn't working well. At the same time, I saw some incredibly beautiful things once I stopped trying to control the trip. I was having mild visual hallucinations inside the apartment I was at, until we decided to take a trip to a center area with rocks and grass. <br> <br> One of my friends started talking about slug trails on the rocks, which then made the stones look like giant slugs. This started to freak me out, until my mind took over and I realized why I saw them. But all of the sudden, I looked at my feet and saw things opening up on my skin - which freaked me out incredibly badly. I couldn't get away from that vision until I was safely back in the apartment - where I then began to see small heads coming off of all surfaces, and could even taste them crunching in my mouth when I swallowed water and orange juice. I was constantly scared with an incredibly high heart-rate until I talked with a sober friend, when I said 'maybe I should stop trying to fight the trip and let it happen' (or something along those lines). When he agreed, I did so, and immediately the heads I had been afraid of before became strands of criss-crossing thread filling the room side to side like a smoky haze, piling up little by little. I was never in great fear of the 'bad' hallucinations - I knew it was in my mind, and once I stopped trying to make them go away, they did. <br> <br> That was about 4 in the morning, and the threads became a constant whenever I wasn't concentrating on something else for the next 10 hours. If I sat with my head to the side, I could see the room slowly filling in front of my eyes, and once the room got to a certain point, the trip began to get much, much more hallucinatory, things dissolving into each other, and so on.. Throughout the night, we had watched the Matrix (actually, I watched about one scene over and over with small changes in scene and dialogue - this was during my freak out), the end of Election and then 'Say Anything.' While sitting in a chair waching the wall and ceiling, something odd started happening with Say Anything. The scenes started playing themselves backward, in my mind (I guess I had paid just enough attention to the first part to absorb it) - audio and visual. Very, very cool. <br> <br> The next eight or so hours (4am to noon - the 'good' part of the trip) were great - I understood why people would take LSD (whereas earlier I was asking 'why in God's name did I do this to myself?'). I was seeing beautiful things (especially a friend's diploma), actually had some interesting conversations (with others and myself). <br> <br> At noon, I got a call from my parents, and they needed me to come home to help with some stuff. They wouldn't be there until 3pm, so (after freaking out once again) I decided to go home, and try to fall asleep in the guest room (which still had my old bed and stuff). Better than telling them I was on acid (no more help on tuition...). I got dressed (when I took my button-up shirt off the coatrack I had hung it on and spun it around my shoulders, two moths/butterflies flew out and landed on the chair - absolutely incredible). <br> <br> Driving (about a five-minute trek) was fairly easy - I wasn't tripping very hard, seeing only minor visuals (yes, I know this was dangerous and stupid). Their was no sense of proportion to my truck, though. It felt like I was driving a vehicle I had never driven before. <br> <br> I popped a 5/500 hydrocodone and a Lodeine, hoping to knock myself out. I curled up under two sets of covers with the TV onto VH1, and proceeded to sleep off and on for the next five hours, until a Nicholas Cage movie drew my attention. I was, by this time, having only minor visuals. Rather than deal with the 'rents in a 'cracked out' state, I feigned illness and stayed in bed all day. I then slept off and on until eight o' clock this morning and am feeling great. <br> <br> Overall, with the two freakouts and a general sense for quite some time of 'when's this going to stop' - I characterize it as a bad trip. But at the same time, I have an overwhelming desire to try a smaller dose with less-violent movies (no Matrix!) and good music (we had no music at all). I understand the great things LSD can do now and am prepared for them.<!-- 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: 6959</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,093</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6959&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6959&amp;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), 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">3 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>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 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>(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 --> Although I had taken a fairly substantial amount of the 'usual' psychodelics (LSD, MDMA, THC, DXM, Psilocybin) before this experience and enjoyed pretty much every second of it, NOTHING could have prepared me for what happened on that dark april night. <br> <br> My young adult life was filled with drug-induced journeys to the center of my soul -- these journeys would take place with my two step-brothers, both around my age, and they would occur at my house, in my room, bathroom, bed, wherever. This was the last of those journeys (except for MDMA, but that can't compare) simply because of the sheer intensity of the experience and the terror it induced. <br> <br> Enough about me; the night began at approximately 6:30PM, after dinner and the parents had begun to get smashed -- another nightly occurrence -- so it was time to drop this 'KILLER' acid that we bought from our cousins, who at the time were my town's major source of acid. The acid was black --- black like death. I first went to take a shower, and before I got in the shower I popped 3 hits, and as soon as I got out of the shower I took 1.5 more hits, all of these hits were taken under my tongue, because for some fucked up reason I had heard it hits you harder that way -- I'm still unsure of the actual truth in that. Doesn't matter to me anymore. <br> <br> That night had been especially exciting because this was a brand new batch of acid, and also I didn't have school the next morning because of Advanced Placement testing that I was taking for my programming class. So we were all stoked. We were also going to record the experience via a microphone onto a tape that I had lying around. <br> <br> About 1 hour in, I felt the acid bringing me up, slowly, and then all of a sudden everything surrounding me was a big joke. I must have laughed nonstop for 2 hours, just pointing at something, saying something incomprehensible, and laughing histerically. My brothers shared this feeling -- we were having a fantastic time. I even called this chick that I liked up and just started cracking up on the phone... she ended up hanging up on me and I'm not sure I ever talked to her again, or ever would for that matter. I know, its not cool, but hey it was a fucking riot at the time. So anyways the trip wore on -- and my mind wore on with it. At about 4 hours into the trip we were having a blast coloring ourselves with highliter and then going into the bathroom with a blacklight and tripping out looking at the 'neon tattoos.' The last sane thing I remember is my older brother coming out of the bathroom with what looked like indian tribal warpaint on his face -- except all in highliter. I didn't notice it until he all of a sudden turned the blacklight on -- and it scared the living shit out of me, and I must have screamed -- which I never should have done. <br> <br> My dad woke up, amazingly, at the sound of my scream -- and immediately knew something was up... 'what the fuck... what the hell are you kids up to?' ... Hell, I know I'd be a little bit frazzled if I walked into MY son's room and he had highliter all over his body and his pupils were the size of a fucking dinner plate. Anyways, he was mad but didn't punish us -- he just sent us all to bed, in our respective rooms. I was all alone, and my trip was just getting started, really. <br> <br> I tried to sleep. No good. Never gonna happen. I began to ask myself what I was thinking and why I was thinking it to try and rationalize the situation calmly -- for I had never had these 'bad trip' feelings before. As every minute slipped by, I felt I was growing more and more insane. I kept trying to sleep, with nothing else to do -- no TV, just a computer. I got on my computer and played some random game -- and completely sucked at it, and finally got so frazzled and confused that I wanted to do nothing else than go to sleep. So, I put my Sasha Global Underground CD in and let BT's 'Fibbonacci Sequence' try to take me to sanity, and slumber. I'm sure you thought that was it -- but no, the good part is yet to come. Keep in mind that my mind is totally racing at 20000 miles an hour, the WHOLE time that all of this is happening... I was literally falling apart. As I sat there in bed listening to Sasha, the sounds began to transform into what sounded like whispers, of ghosts... or something else. I attempted to clarify these whispers, to learn this language that was being spoken to me -- one that can't be understood but any member of the human race. This whispering language was probably the most horrifying sound I've ever heard. I came to one conclusion -- it WAS, WITH NO QUESTION, Satan himself. With that, I had crossed into the realm of insanity. <br> <br> I ran to the bathroom, stuffed my fingers down my throat hoping to spit the acid out and just stop the whole thing. Yeah. Right. I sat down after my self-induced nothing and tried to pull myself together, and succeeded somewhat. I decided to take a shower and just go to sleep. I hopped in the shower and all of a sudden all the fear came back when I saw the water moving BACKWARDS from my skin to the shower head. I don't know how that makes sense but thats the only way I can explain it. I jumped out of the shower and ran to my bed, ready to just kill myself. I moped around the house looking for pills and knives... ANYTHING to end these crazy thoughts that SATAN was putting in to my skull. I was going apeshit and I was almost out of control -- I'm thankful that I had enough sense to put the knife down. <br> <br> I think the whole knife ordeal put me back into reality somewhat, but I was by no means on baseline... in fact I don't even think its right to put me on that scale because I simply had lost my mind... I shit you not when I say that I honestly thought that the devil himself was trying to communicate to me. I finally came down at about 3 or 4 the next day, and I didn't go to sleep until about 9 that night. <br> <br> I got a 4/5 on my AP test, by the way, and I was fucking STRUNG OUT when I took that test -- kind of odd, isn't it? Just goes to show you how much of this stuff is in your head.<!-- 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: 15928</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 10, 2002</td><td>Views: 15,705</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=15928&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=15928&amp;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">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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">30 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/meth/">Methamphetamine</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/salvia/">Salvia divinorum</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">55 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is not a report of one experience but of how I got HPPD, and what has occured with regard to substance use since I got it. <br> <br> I have smoked dope for a number of years now, and although it often made me paranoid I suffered no serious adverse affects. Being curious about alterating my conciousness, about a year ago I dropped 3/4 of a tab of quality acid. I was in an intimate, relaxed setting with friends and good music, but even so I felt a little apprhensive. However, I smoked a couple of joints, mellowed out and ate the tab. The trip was fantastic- I saw some amazing fractals and had a fanatasic trip, although it was not particularly intense. <br> <br> I had no adverse effects the next day apart from a comedown, and decided that acid was something I'd like to do regularily. Immediately after dropping the tab (the next few weeks) I smoked dope heavily, and about a month post-trip I started to notice fractals whenever I got stoned. I dismissed this at first, but as I continued to smoke the symptoms worsened (but perhaps they would have naturally anyway). Today, the symptoms are as bad as they have ever been, but since they started so mildly I can still lead a normal life, though they sure get me down sometimes. <br> <br> The interesting thing is that although most HPPDers say that even smelling pot smoke can make their symptoms permanently worse, I have smoked (and continue to smoke) shitloads of pot since getting HPPD. In addition, I dropped small doses of acid twice after getting this syndrome, and have also done e, slavia, nitrous, heaps of alochol and I currently do speed fairly regularly (it's about the only chemical that doesn't make symptoms worse). <br> <br> Anyway, just though I'd submit this because my HPPD experience is rather different to the conventional one- and yes, I do have genuine hppd: static, afterimages, floaters, fucked up peripheral vision et. Al. <br> <br> Anyway, I'm gonna go and smoke a couple of cones tonight- if I try and forget HPPD, it can sometimes forget me! <br> <br> ------------------------- <br> <a href="http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=33750">2004 Follow-up Report</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: 16501</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 1, 2002</td><td>Views: 91,559</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=16501&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=16501&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Methamphetamine (37), Nitrous Oxide (40), Salvia divinorum (44), 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">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">8 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My first trip was a psychedelic blast. My girlfriends and I were out watching a band at one of our regular haunts. The lights were awesome. We danced all night. I didn’t drink but I was so happy I spent $50 shouting other people drinks. Ouch! Unfortunately this wild night led to a two year tripping binge which totally fucked me up, without me knowing it. <br> <br> Throughout this time I had a few bad trips, many good. Acid tricks your mind. I told myself I should never end on a bad trip and of course after a good trip, there was no need to give up. <br> <br> I was a good girl from a good home in a good middle class suburb. My parents broke up and moved and I felt like I had no real sense of home. I lived as I chose and I thought this meant I was free, but in all reality I was falling into a lonely life of grungy drugs and rocknroll, which tore at my self-esteem. <br> <br> My worst trip began as a real hoot, as many bad trips do. My boyfriend and some of his friends and I were driving around in the hills, checking out the forest. The trees vibrated, leaves pulsed, it was awesome. We drove up to a huge weir and watched the sun go down. I remember we were on top of the world up there and I don’t even remember whose idea it was, but one of the guys and I did something terribly stupid, which could have ended in disaster for me. <br> <br> The stars were bright and the water shone far below and Geoff held me by the ankles and I floated there upside down looking at the water. I felt free, truly free and I remember thinking, if he dropped me I would either break my back or drown, then my boyfriend saw us and said “oy you two, stop being so stupid” and Geoff pulled me back up. It was really weird. We laughed and kidded around for a while then went back to the car, which was Geoff’s Mums. <br> <br> It was dark and Geoff was spinning out so he pulled over and we all just sat there silently in the dark. The tension was frightening. I felt negative vibes pouring from Geoff towards me and I felt incredibly vulnerable like I needed to be hugged and loved and I was stuck in this car with four negative yobbos. I closed my eyes and watched as pictures came, bright moving pictures, of space and time and dimension. I saw universes inside universes and it freaked me out. I felt tiny and worthless and miserable and I vowed to give up acid, but it took me another year before I did. I have used it occasionally since as a party drug, but now I am too old to trouble my brain with it. I would maybe indulge in a quarter tab at a concert one day but it would have to be damn good outdoor concert. <br> <br> I have smoked pot off and on over the years, much more on than off though. I wish I smoked less but I don’t. I have had difficulty finishing things, finding myself and I have noticed that in research of former LSD users this is quite common. The experience I had both at the weir and after in the car, were so huge, that they numbed me spiritually for about five years. Since then I have been lucky to find God and Goddess in nature and feel the natural highs of life without chemical drugs. <br> <br> After much growth and finding myself I have recently come to notice how much the casual drug use I grew up with, has affected me for the negative. I have suffered from depression at times although I have tried to hide it from myself. Denial is my middle name. I had low self-esteem and endured crappy relationships because I felt like a cracked fragile person. I am now finally seeing some successes in my life, through following my heart, my intuition, God and Goddess. <br> <br> I still feel like I need to learn people skills, like many acid heads, I have hidden away from the 'real world' for a long time. I find sustained conversation with strangers difficult because I am always stoned. I plan to cut down my pot intake soon, maybe give up for a year, and go to uni, start learning again. I do a lot of research about subjects I am interested in but until recently I have had trouble remembering what I’ve learnt. I think this is more the pot than the lsd but who knows? <br> <br> I would give up pot today if I could stop kidding myself I need it to have creative thought as a writer. Perhaps by admitting this now I am half way there.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1985</td><td width="90">ExpID: 14111</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: Aug 1, 2002</td><td>Views: 15,363</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14111&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14111&amp;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), Depression (15), Bad Trips (6), 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/mdma/">MDMA</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">2 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It took me 6 months to “discover” the acid since the first time I took it. The first times were all meaningless compared to what happened that strange night. The setting for the trip began about a week before it happened. I had a break from work and decided to visit Amsterdam. I was traveling by myself and since the moment I got there I kept counting the days backward to April 30th (queensday). The day that I would take the acid at the party. Unfortunately, a week wasn’t enough time for me to find some good acid, and I got to the party empty handed. I was unhappy with that situation. I waited a long time for this day and was sure that by now I would have had the acid already. Like I said, my first blotters were all weak and I was sure that in Amsterdam the day would come. I was in a bad mood and didn’t feel like asking people at the party if they got some. Instead, I swallowed 3 extacys and was hoping for the best. A few hours later, it happened. <br> <br> It seemed like things were just fine. I had a great time at the party and the whole acid story didn’t bother me. I kept thinking about all the good times I had during my week in Amsterdam and all the people seemed nice and friendly. Suddenly, things began to slow down. Slower and slower till my vision came to a complete stand still. I heard a blast inside my head and for a short time I couldn’t see a thing. When my vision came back it was still frozen, but a lot worse: it looked as if it was being shaken. <br> <br> That was a strange sight. I remember thinking that if my mind is like a peaceful puddle, someone just threw a rock in there and completely blurred it. After a minute or so things were going back to normal. I tried to understand what the hell just happened, cause even 3 ex’s couldn’t make this shit happen. I couldn’t figure it out. A guy who was standing in front of me distracted me. He raised his arms to the air while shouting: “I can’t believe it! It was me! What a classic!” Clearly this guy was on way too much drugs. Normally this wouldn’t bother me, but it did. I kept staring at him. I had a feeling that he was some how related to my loss of vision experience. Bits of information came back to me one after another, building back my memory. Now I remember. Now I know what happened. And it’s pretty bad. <br> <br> Earlier that night I was in a pretty bad shape cause of the pills. I did some things that I wouldn’t normally do, but I couldn’t help it, and only after they happened I remembered doing them. It was like having a delay between the reality and my mind, and this was one of those things: <br> The crazy guy and his friend were giving away MDMA and LSD for the people at the party (back then he wasn’t crazy). He came to me and asked me gently: “Excuse me, would you like, some, L S D?” I said yes and took a sip from his bottle. <br> <br> When it came to me that this is what happened I was scared to death. I took too much. And not only that, the guy who gave me the LSD was flipping out, and I’m probably next… I decided that the best thing to do was to walk away. I turned my head and then I found my self in a new place. <br> <br> It was dark. I couldn’t see or hear a thing. Every once in a while I saw a star shining from a distance, and then disappear. I didn’t move, and it felt like I’ve been there for hours. I saw a person in front of me. I tried to look at him but I couldn’t focus. He was moving, and when I tried to understand what he was doing he was actually standing still. So I tried to look at him and he was moving again… I understood that it was completely useless and gave up on him. <br> <br> “What is this place?” I asked myself. <br> <br> “That, my friend, is LSD” the person answered. <br> <br> I couldn’t understand the meaning of the word. It didn’t sound familiar. <br> “LSD? What is LSD?” <br> <br> I just couldn’t understand. Was it a name of a place? Was it a feeling? Is LSD alive? I didn’t know where to start looking for the answer. The word was completely meaningless. I knew that the whole situation was wrong, that I had to get out of there, but I didn’t know how. Every time that word came up all I saw was something that resembles a trail of a comet. <br> “What is it?!” I asked again, desperately. And then the blurred person answered: “It’s all the things combined. A trip.” <br> <br> Less then a second after it happened I found my self back at the party. I could remember everything that just happened and was in complete shock. I just had a classic trip! I was walking in space and talking to god. It was simply unbelievable. I wasn’t afraid anymore, I was happy. So happy that I completely forgot about my condition. At that point I decided that I want to take home with me some blotters so I can repeat that experience. I found the guy with the acid and asked him if he has some. He said yes. While I was busy trying to take some money out of my pocket, I failed to see that he misunderstood me. He took out a small bottle and laid a drop on my right hand. I froze. <br> “You don’t have any paper?” I asked. <br> “No. That’s all I got left and I’m just spreading it around”. <br> That wasn’t what I needed. I had enough chemicals running around in me without taking a second dose of acid, but I took it anyway. It was bitter. It felt like a thousand little hairs on my tongue and I knew that it’s gonna cost me big time. I came back to the party and analyzed my position: <br> It seems that somehow I got into something that was way over my league, but I was able to escape from it. I found my way back to the real world and what’s the first thing I do? I choose to take another drop! <br> That’s bad. The first one didn’t even wear off. When the second one will hit me, it’s gonna get ugly. I know it. <br> <br> Nothing more to do then wait and try to prepare myself for what is about to happen. <br> It wasn’t long before my vision started slowing down again. This time I knew what would happen but I couldn’t stop it. I heard another blast inside my head and once again things froze in place. I felt electricity all over my body and in my head. When I woke up I couldn’t remember a thing. I didn’t know my name, where I was or what I was doing there. I had just a bit of common sense left, and I said to myself that if there is one thing that is need to be done, it is to prove to myself that I am not crazy and say my name. No name. No nothing. I didn’t know anything. <br> “Listen to me”, I said (to myself). “You can do whatever the hell you want, but as long as you don’t tell me what is your name, you should know that you are fucked up cause of the acid. Probably for good”. <br> “Wait, don’t panic” I answered. “Just give me a few seconds to add things up and I’ll show you that I’m not crazy”. <br> I took a deep breath and looked around. I could see that I am in a party, and I could remember my name. I was quite relieved that once again I found my way back to reality, but I wasn’t aware that since that moment, I was living in a distorted reality. I convinced myself that my home was in Amsterdam, and that the people at the party are my friends. None of the above was true, but there was no way that I could have figured it out. It was like a dream. I could feel that things around me were weird in a certain way, but I was not aware of the fact that I was dreaming (or tripping) and I just accepted all the weird stuff that happened. <br> <br> I was enjoying my private world, with my private reality that I made up. I had no worries because there was nothing to worry about. Nothing was wrong. All the problems seemed to have gone away and instead I got waves of positive energy. I talked to people as if I knew them for ages. I actually remembered things that never happened, but I believed they did. It could have lasted forever, but at a certain point I had to go out and vomit. After I went it was clear that it was time to go home. I started looking for my car, and couldn’t find it. I was afraid that it was stolen. I didn’t know what to do. How am I going to get home? <br> And then it hit me. <br> <br> There is no car. There are no friends who will take care of me. I am all alone in a foreign country. <br> This isn’t my home. <br> It was like everything that happened so far was compressed into one second of harsh reality. <br> I suddenly realized what was happening the entire evening, all at once. <br> <br> This was just too much. I was now aware of the fact that I can’t tell the difference between what is real and what is not. It was like waking up from a dream only I wasn’t sleeping. How could it happen? I spent some time out at the fresh air, without psychedelic music thumping in my head. I felt like the trip was crawling out of me and was going back to where it came from. Its funny, I spent 6 months of my life trying to reveal what is behind the LSD, and the moment I gave up on it I got caught off guard, twice… I guess that no matter how hard you can look for it, eventually it will find you. <br> <br> Looking back at that night I can see why the trip was developing the way it did. When you put something in the oven you know that when it will come out, it will taste like its ingredients. Eating acid is a way of finding out what your ingredients are. What you experience in a trip is for you alone. It cannot be shared. There are a few things that can be shared, like what you have just read. But keep in mind that it is only the tip of the iceberg and that it goes a lot deeper then a couple of written pages. The main thing I learned is that acid is something I have to deal with after taking it, rather then during. <br> <br> That’s when I have to give explanations about things that just cannot be explained.<!-- 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: 18278</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 18, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,652</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=18278&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=18278&amp;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) : Club / Bar (25), 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="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">9 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I got HPPD after my first trip (3/4 tab of quality acid) and since then (about a year ago) I have probably smoked 3-4 ounces of grass, used alchohol 3-4 times a week, had two mild doses of speed, done e once (2 pills) acid twice (1/3 tab and 1/2 tab) nitrous oxide 20-30 times and salvia (leaf and 5x extract) 8-10 times. My symptoms have not gotten much worse, despite reports that use of other drugs (particularly psychedlics and grass) make them so. I have not had a particulaly strong psychedlic experience (the acid I took after getting HPPD was pretty crap) and do not use drugs to excess (apart from alcohol and dope). <br> <br> The doses of drugs I have taken have been pretty mild, and my symptoms have worsened a little- just not to the extent described elsewhere.<!-- 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: 14717</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 21, 2002</td><td>Views: 43,965</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14717&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14717&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Methamphetamine (37), MDMA (3), Salvia divinorum (44), LSD (2) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">40 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/tma2/">TMA-2</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/meth/">Methamphetamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 18:00</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)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 30:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/oxycodone/">Pharms - Oxycodone</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </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> </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 --> This was the first week in sometime that there was acid in town. So after obtaining a fair quantity the prior weekend, and testing the strength with a small dose (1 hit) I decided I would go on one of my 'weekend journey's'. Something I hadn't done in nearly two years. It is essentially a weekend of psychedelics. These experiences are more than recreational, they are a chance for me to reflect on my life and the decisions I make. <br> <br> So, the journey began. I awoke at noon on a beautiful sunny Saturday. I took a shower and cleaned myself up. This is very important to me and I feel cleansed and purified before my experience. I didn't eat anything prior to the trip for the same reason. Although, at 2p, when I took the 4 hits of acid and I ate half a peanut butter sandwich. There was one hit on each sugar cube and that is too much sugar for me to eat alone. The sugar gave me slight nausea but passed. <br> <br> Within an hour I was tripping within two hours I had signifcant visual. Now during this experience I was accompanied by my girlfriend (who I live with) my roommate, and my younger brother. They took the same quantity of acid as I did. At first I felt the trip might be too strong. As I rose to the peak I felt very anxious and scared, almost physically sick. But I tried to reason with myself that if I relax and think positive thoughts and the fear and the negative thoughts will leave. I went to my bed and laid there, putting a blank over me relaxed me and made my head, which felt like it was swimming with thoughts, settle a bit. At this point I still lacked perception changes, the acid was only affecting my thoughts. Finally, my thoughts stabilized and my friends left to the store to get cigarettes. I was left with my brother, it was his first time to use acid and he was tripping very hard. He was talking about being able to see himself in the ceiling. Since I was back in control of myself I watched after him in the apartment. <br> <br> I was dissappointed that I wasn't getting visuals. So I proceeded to smoke several bowls. Suddenly I was bombarded with images. This time my visuals seem to be mostly vortex in nature, swirling about a central point. Throughout the trip I remained fairly in control of myself and I wasn't having the introspective thoughts I usually get on acid. So I turned on some music quite loud and sat around listening to music with my friends who had just returned. For at least two hours I laid on my couch lost in a world I can only vaguely remember. It was a beautiful place of colors and voices and is completely beyond description. <br> <br> Five hours into the trip my roommate decided to take some rolls. I decided to take my TMA. My girlfriend and brother opted to not take any more drugs. Now I know that my capsule of TMA-2 had a certain quantity of speed in it and 40mg of TMA-2. I do not like amphetamines, but I decided to make an exception because TMA-2 is rare. I dosed and felt very sped up for 3 hours. I hate that feeling. I was shaking uncontrollably and I felt freezing cold even though everyone else was burning up. During this hell I wanted to die and the acid shifted gears on me. I becaming very clearly headed and although the visuals intensified, I was able to concentrate better. Unfortunately, I began to concentrate so hard that it felt as if my brain was somehow concentrating and amplifying the mental pain I felt. <br> <br> After the 3 hour torcher the TMA kicked in and at this pointed I didn't know which end was up and I was feeling GREAT. The smallest things: a crack in a wall or a stain on a carpet suddenly seemed perfectly etched into the universe. This drew my attention to the imperfections in everything, especially art and music, and at this point I understood that somehow, imperfections were what really define beauty. Perhaps imperfections are the wrong word, but I am not sure what the right word is. I was tripping quite hard, this was one of the strongest trips I have ever been on and my visuals were overwhelming and for awhile my vision became a soup of colors and shapes. <br> <br> At some point as my mind returned and visuals reduced I realized my brother and girlfriend had fallen asleep and my roommate who was candy flipping was very much awake with me. It also came to my attention that it was 10am in the morning Sunday. I was still tripping hard and sleep was at least 12 hours away. Me and my roommate sat around smoking weed for several hours and as my trip faded more and more I realized that despite how strong the trip was, something felt unresolved. I felt as if I were leaving some memory or lesson behind as I left my 'tripping universe' and entered my 'normal' universe. So, me and my roommate decided to return to wonderland for awhile. I have smoked Sally before, but only gotten really giddy. I seldom get visuals. But, I read doing salvia with another psychedelic can be really powerful. I was a bit nervous, but I was definitely coming down now and I figured I could handle what was thrown at me. <br> <br> I packed the extract into the bowl of our bong. I put it to my mouth and began to light. I sucked nearly the entire bowl into my lungs, (I play saxophone and have a HUGE lung capacity). I held it until I felt like I was going to pass out and I let it out. I sat for a second and just as I thought, 'that's funny it doesn't seem to be working' BAM I was rocked to some other world where I felt like my conciousness became the play thing of some little plant that grows South America. While I was gone, I thought I had lived in this world forever and the normal world was a dream. Then suddenly I was back, my hand still grasping the bowl, eyes wide open looking at Matt and he was looking at me. And I shouted, 'wow' Loudly. Everything looked perfectly defined and beautiful. Then I realized something was different. I looked around frantically, ' what's different, what's different' I asked Matt and he was just laughing at me. <br> <br> Then I started laughing and I realized that I was the candle light and my whole spirit was flickering with the candle light. Then I looked down. 'Holy shit, ' I thought to myself, 'Have legs and feet and I can walk and I am NOT the candlelight.' I was so excited I got up and started to scramble across the room. Then I remembered that during my reading that some people had gotten hurt walking around on Saliva, so I stopped and hit the floor and sat there until the Sally passed. I felt very strange for awhile and then returned to my trip. The experience was extremely intense. Not scary so much, but enough to shock me a bit and I definitely felt no more need to return to wonderland. I was happy I was finally able to truly experience salvia and the knowledge she imparts and not just giddy laughter that I normally get. <br> <br> Slowly the other substances wore off. But as expected, the meth that was used to cut the TMA was still burning strong and I had a lot of energy and at this point it was 8:30pm and I was still unable to sleep. I was no longer tripping and I had a strong headache from not eating or sleeping or even closing my eyes enough. Advil was no help. Normally I don't like to take anything to 'bring me down' from a trip. I believe that leaves issues unresolved. But I was no longer tripping I was just very much awake. So I called my friends with Oxy's and took one, I don't remember the dosage, but I took just one pill. Smoked a lot more weed and eventually fell asleep. As I drifted off, it felt as if some of my closed eye visuals returned, but this didn't keep me from sleeping. It is 5pm Monday and I feel great as I write this right now.<!-- 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: 19176</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 25, 2002</td><td>Views: 29,003</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=19176&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=19176&amp;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), TMA-2 (112), Salvia divinorum (44), Methamphetamine (37) : Multi-Day Experience (13), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had ingested mass quanities of LSD over a period of 3 years, followed by a 3yr abstinence to all strong mind altering substances. Then along came a day, or perhaps better said, a moment, when I suddenly felt like I was on 100mics of LSD (note this is 3yrs after any usage). I have been on this trip for the last 8 months now, day and night, along with thousands of thers who suffer from <a href="http://www.erowid.org/psychoactives/health/hppd/">HPPD</a> (hallucinogen persisting perception disorder). <br> <br> When I was using LSD I took about 500 microgram dosages on average, though I've taken up to 5000 micograms at a time. I probably tripped 200 times in a 3yr period. <br> <br> <br> Before the HPPD symptoms came on, I had acute anxiety disorder shit, maximum stress, and I went into a severe abnormal 2week depression before the onset of the major symptoms occured. My symptoms are complete etachment from reality, inability to think fluently, thousands of incoherent thought processes that make me feel like i'm going crazy, huge trails, light flashes, feel like i'm dreaming 24/7, mutating furniture and other objects, static in the air, halos around objects, LSD-like body high, and probably other shit I can't think of right now. <br> <br> I'm not crazy, i'm not schizophrenic, nor do I have any other mental disorder aside from having a most unfortunate and many times permanent impairment of every sense, feeling, perception, thought process: thick tracers, light flashes, halos aroundo objects, static in the air, depersonalization, and sometimes almost complete ego death, very dream like. <br> <br> Fortunately for me, and not so fortunate for others i've been lucky enough to take up on a homeopathic doctors treatment which is slowly but surely eliminating all of the symptoms apposed to just treating the acute pain with an anecdote like clonazepam for the rest of my life. Just thought you might be interested, I beleived it was a myth for many years, and in a sense it is considering I don't have actual psychosis (meaning i'm not delusional)... <br> <br> I have something inside of me that is sane in diametric position to all of my senses saying i'm crazy... it can be quite uncomftorable, and I was suicidal for a while, but its in no way psychological... purely physiological, and I do beleive that the metaphysical precedes the physiological, and perhaps certain doors weren't closed correctly, I was a fucking LSD guru ready to present my X-ray vision, and telekenetic exploitation to the CIA. Now i'm in the midst of alot of infernal pain... however it will pass. <br> <br> <br> At the moment, i'm suffering from HPPD again because i'm not taking the clonazepam right now (mis understanding with my doctor), therefore I don't even drink caffeine right now because it excacberates my symptoms about 2 fold. <br> <br> <br> I usually take 1mg of klonopin(clonazepam) every 12 hours, and I literally go from being completley out of my mind to about 85% normal within 20 minutes of taking 1 to 1-1/2mg. It is a benzodiazepine that is most effective above all other benzo's for this disorder. Unfortunatley <br> a tolerance starts to develop in most people at some point, including in myself. However though I complained about my tolerance to the drug, I did not realize how much it was helping me until my discontinuation of it about 2 weeks ago. <br> <br> I'm still in good spirits for the most part however, because I know that there is something that takes the trip away, and though i'm still very unfomftorable right now, I have faith that i'll ultimatley vanquish this in some way or another, and whether I do or not.. it's ok with me now. The klonopin really helps, i'm gonna try celexa soon though, something thats not addictive, with potential ability to help. I tried welbutrin, and all that did was make me lose 20 pounds. Hopefully i'll be back on klonopin in several days, tolerance free and all. <br> <br> <br> [ 2 months later , now 2003 ] <br> <br> I was put back on klonopin, doing fine, but was suggested to see a new psychiatrist who works with drug addicts like myself, she has dealt with numerous people who suffer post LSD disorder, and said that she <br> was going to take me off of klonopin(This freaked me out), instead she put me on a non addictive anti-psychotic called risperdal and it is not only <br> more effective then klonopin, it actually balances out the chemicals and is not addictive; in addition she said that in most cases even as severe as mine, the subject can ween off of the risperdal after several years and have zero symptoms, without them ever returning. This is great news. I'm taking 2.5mg a day right now, slowly going up to 3mg. The side effects <br> are at first extremely sedating, nasal inflamation and some anxiety, but it's worth it. This drug mutes the seratonin and dopamine neurotransmitters which helps dispel the overactive LSD symptoms. You can add this to the site.<!-- 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: 21020</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, 2003</td><td>Views: 28,667</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=21020&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=21020&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), 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">200 ug</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">90 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I took acid 15 times in 2 years in the early 1990s and found it an amazing experience, and like all new experiences, modified my view of the world. For me, the new experiences stopped after 3 trips and the remainder were a waste of time. <br> <br> Unfortunately I had a number of side effects that I attribute to LSD. these were: <br> <br> Depersonlisation (duration 1-2 week after trip) - sometimes after taking strong (200ug+) acid I would loose all sense of my self - as if I was a robot/non human. <br> <br> Recurring Pulsing light (in between trips) - Regularly during sleep or drowsing I would feel all woozy and then experience a painful rapid white pulsing light in my head, blocking out all thoughts, followed by murky near vision hallucinations of geometric shapes that were exactly the same as the visuals I experienced on acid. Curiously after this I would feel at complete peace -serene-as if my head had been 'flushed' of all problems. This stopped immediately after stopping acid. <br> <br> Associations/Rationalising - Perhaps the most serious side effect, lasting a number of years(3-5) after final use, was that I was my ability to rationalise in everyday life was seriously hampered. I was making wrong connections/associations - for example I believed my 'fate' was geared around the number '67' which related to (amongst other things) the number of letters in a poet's name whose poems 'spoke' to me, addresses of houses, names of girlfriends (the list goes on...) <br> <br> To conclude, what an experience! but I wouldn't take it more than a few times if I had my time again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1991</td><td width="90">ExpID: 7440</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 9, 2003</td><td>Views: 19,936</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7440&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7440&amp;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), 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"> drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> After reading countless reports of LSD induced trauma and mind warping, I feel obligated to recount MY experiences with LSD. <br> <br> Back in around grade 11 (17 years old) I started becoming more interested in drugs other than weed and alcohol. Most of my friends had tried acid and seemed fine. Despite the horror stories (people clawing out their eyes or scratching their arms off etc) I decided to get my hands on some. <br> <br> So, I went to my long term friend, had a chat with him and ended up leaving his house with a sheet of 250 hits of acid. I got a sheet because this way, each hit cost 50 cents and I could sell each one for 5 dollars. Anyways, on with the experiences. <br> <br> I first tried half a hit at school. I did it without telling anybody. I met up with my friend after school (I went to a private school so we always met up after) and told him how I felt. I felt fine. A little edgy, pupils dilated, and slightly sick. The sick feeling was 'gut-rot' that people sometimes get after taking acid -- and it wasn't that bad at all. <br> <br> Soon enough, I was doing acid at school, by myself, each day. My dose would increase throughout the week so that I always had the same buzz. It seemed that if I did half a tab on Monday, that on Tuesday, I would need a full tab to experience what I felt on Monday. By Friday I would be up to 3 or 4 tabs at most. I wouldn't do it on Sundays and rarely did it on Saturdays. This went on for about 5 months. You can do the math, but, despite the way you look at it, that is a hell of allot of acid! <br> <br> Now, I wasn't doing this to get high. My grades shot WAY up and I was able to pay attention in class much more effectively. Each day I would wake up, eat breakfeat, and with my mug of coffee, wash down a hit or two of acid. At lunch, I would go to the library and study and eat my sandwiches in an isolated cublicle. My mind was so clear and learning was much much easier. <br> <br> Most days, I felt fine. However, occasionally, I would come to school feeling absolutely horrible. And I mean horrible. My digestive system would be in absolute turmoil and I had no mental or physical capacity to do anything. I just felt totally burnt out: my eyes would be bloodshot and my skin would be very pale. <br> <br> At about the 5 month mark, I fell ill with pneumonia. I was extremely sick and bedridden for almost a month. I attribute this to being run down by the effects of the LSD. Essentially, my mind was in over-drive for 5 months. I decided to quite acid. Once I had returned to school, my marks dropped and I went back to my usual bored self. Teachers were concerned as were my parents. It is funny that they only became concerned after all this had happened. To this day however, I still have not touched any illegal substance. <br> <br> Throughout this time, I never once saw anything --- only 'tracers' like when you had looked at a bright light and closed your eyes. Years later (well not too many), I am doing fine. I graduated from a top university in economics and am now going to start my masters in finance. So obviously my little experience hasn't had any effects on my brain. <br> <br> I think that the effects of using this drug are overated and blown out of proportion. Hope this is usefull to somebody.<!-- 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: 20972</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 17,396</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=20972&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=20972&amp;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) : School (35), Health Problems (27), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've been smoking weed &amp; hash for the past 3-5 years &amp; i've tried almost everything but ACID. I made a deal with my bro 3 years ago that I'd only do it if he was around cuz he has done acid alot, just in case I freak out. I was visiting my bro (E) in US &amp; on 4th Jan 2001. (E) got some Acid we took the first hit around 10:30 pm, E went to spin &amp; I just sat &amp; waited for something to happen after all I've been researching on Acid for almost a year. <br> <br> 12 am, nothing I only had a headache cuz I haven't slept well. So me bro called his friend (K) &amp; he came around 12:45 with some more Acid, GHB &amp; Ketamine <br> 1 am we took 2 hits each. <br> <br> 2 am, still nothing &amp; I was getting so bored &amp; sleepy the only thing I felt different were colors they were more alive. (K) walked up to me &amp; asked if I wanted more, I Said yes &amp; this time I took 4 hits (crazy I know) but I was starting to feel that this shit doesnt work with me. I was wrong. <br> <br> 3:30 am I started Trippin funny, I was on the sofa &amp; I was a bit cold so I covered myself with a red blanket, 15 mins after that I was laughing &amp; yelling &amp; jumpin my ass on the sofa &amp; when the guys asked me whats Wrong with me I Simply said : there's a fuckin Star Trek episode down here of course I was the hero. <br> <br> The guys didn't wana leave me long on the couch &amp; they convinced me that I have'nt seen anything yet, So K pulls me &amp; takes me close to the black light in the corner &amp; shows me his Tattoo. Wooooooooooow I couldnt open my mouth I was all eyes looking at the best 3-d tattoo i've ever seen. After a bit of GHB, dancing &amp; beer I was starting to feel funny so I went to WC to wash my face, I locked myself in looked at the mirror &amp; I was shocked, It was'nt me I kept looking at myself 4 a while not knowing that my vision was fucked up not me. It started getting quiet &amp; I thought that the guys left (I was so focused on the mirror that I lost contact with everything but my vision &amp; my reflection on the mirror). I started talking to myself within me &amp; sometime there I just got hot so I decided to sit. 2 mins after that everything was going black, I felt like trapped in a coffin &amp; I choked. 4 a min there I thought I was dying &amp; I calmed down like I never did &amp; then I heard a voice saying hey wake up &amp; snap out of it, you're ok it's only what u took, concentrating on that voice, it was mine!! I donno how that happend then. <br> <br> I'm sure I forgot a part, I was in there for 5 mins, felt like a year, anyway I dragged myself out &amp; I went out of the house, took the dog 4 a walk etc... When I came back everyone was looking for me they thought I jumped in the lake near by or something I dont remember well but the one thing I wont forget was that look on my bro's face. He asked if I was ok &amp; I smiled back &amp; said, yeah I'm chillin. I had 2 more tabs a while after that.. I've done Acid 13 other times &amp; I still will. You may be asking yourself WHY ?? Simply read below : <br> <br> ACID is a never ending story, the key to a good trip is inside of me, it takes alot of courage &amp; faith &amp; dont ever let anyone talk you into anything if you're not ready. Personally I dont believe in ADDICTION i think it's all in our head I had second thoughts about myself when my trip went down but instead of passing out overdosed in the tub, I partied for 3 days nonstop. <br> <br> P.s : I wrote this after having 2 hits &amp; I think i've been writing all that for the past 4 hours, I'm too tired to go over it again, anyway I'M SORRRRYYYY IF I SOUNDED STUPID take care all &amp; dont forget THE WORLD IS BETWEEN YOUR HANDS, WE MAKE OUR OWN FATE &amp; OUR OWN TRIP<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 7936</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 31, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,825</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7936&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7936&amp;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">12 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <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 --> My second experience with acid has been, to date, my most signifigant and was a transformative event in my life. Before that point I had a healthy respect for the drug but perhaps not to the extent I should have. At the time I was doing relatively well financially so taking a pharmacopia of drugs into a rave wasn't unusual for me. I would bring some for myself and enough to resell at cost to several dozen of my friends. I wasn't interested in making a profit, just in buying affection. <br> <br> My previous acid trip had been in a low-key environment but I had no qualms about trying it in the frenetic atmosphere of a party for some reason. I intended to drop and take ecstacy later on. I took 2 hits of a large sheet and then proceeded to deal out a score of caps of E waiting for the effects to kick in. The building was quite familiar to me; in my area there are few venues available to rave promoters. Every time I went to a party there it seemed smaller. <br> <br> Around this point my memory becomes rather vague. I remember being hungry and eating something but not what that something was. My friends tell me they remember seeing me munching on some paper and subsequent investigations revealed that in my delerium, I had eaten the entirety of the rest of my acid. Time ceased to move forward of its own accord. Events would only proceed through a conscious excercise of will. Additionally, I no longer chose to do things, I chose the alternate reality in which I did the things I wanted myself to do - an fine distinction. I gradually lost touch with my fundamental understanding of who and what I was. I had the strange fear that I had seen a deeper layer of reality and, having done so, I would never be able to regain a normal viewpoint; never be able to pull the wool back over my eyes. Out of the whirling ball of paranoia that I had become, one thought concept finally cut through and calmed me. I realized that no matter what straits I found myself in, whatever trials I faced, just by concentrating on the moment and living for that instant alone I could always be perfectly content. <br> <br> It was a new idea for me although not new to the world as I later found out. Further reading revealed that many schools of thought had advanced such a conclusion and had developed it much further including Buddhism, Gnosticism and a few varieties of shamanism. <br> <br> After that trip I gained new appreciation for the Buddhist practices of my mother and I now attend meditations with her and I have never been happier. All in all a very welcome lesson.<!-- 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: 22648</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, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,777</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=22648&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=22648&amp;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), 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> <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 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">110 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My friend had recently gotten half a tab of acid and one of my other friends had bought a couple when I wen to meet him and 3 of my other good friends. I was told it was intense from a friend G. He had tripped the night before and said he had a life changing experience. I was a little wary cuz of that. D did some Ecstasy, me and J each did only one tab. G was supposed to sit us so we didn't freak out. So 30 minutes later, we attempted to hotbox J's bathroom but after only one hit each (which was freaking huge that bong is amazing) I definitely felt very fucked up. We wandered back into the living room and I was tripping. Now apparently, G left at 10, and we had started tripping at 9. (took the tab at 8:30) At some point L, J's ex girlfriend came over, and she was tripping on acid too. At that point, I was sitting on the couch, tripping sooooo intensely. Every sound was part of this insane rhythm and music I was hearing in my head. Everything I was seeing was also part of it. My vision was filled with insane patterns that evolved constantly and moved with the music. <br> <br> Apparently I had sat their for an hour and a half straight without saying a word, and L comes over, she is soooo fucking cracked out. Tripping balls. D says she has her shirt off in a bra going, what am I doing here? How did I get here? Where are my clothes. I didn’t even realise she had come until I heard her voice and I was like holy shit L is here? Wtf? Then they try to rouse me from apparently sitting with my eyes wide open, and not seeing them at all. They said they had waved their hands in front of my face and called my name a whole lot. I eventually heard G in a weird echoing kind of way. I thought he said, welcome back, but he swears he never said it. In my mind it suddenly made sense and I responded, ahh yes we all return here don't we? But they say I never said that either. Then after some gentle shakes, I came back to reality slightly still tripping balls, and looked up, G was their and for some reason I thought we were all part of the same person and that there were numerous people talking to me but most of them hadn't existed. I asked him 'how many of you exist?' It was the first words I had uttered since going into my trance. <br> <br> Then I sunk back into it. I started to feel like I was filled with cold electricity. G left. (the sitter) Then I started to feel that I was covered in a blanket of death that was slowly consuming my life to give me this vision of life and music so beautiful that I became so engulfed in it. I slowly let myself die. At that point, I literally gave up on life and died. At least it felt like that, like I had willed myself to death, and yet it was so beautiful and yet so painful emotionally. I felt like I could have left them with a corpse and ceased to exist. At that point, 2 drops of tears rolled slowly down my eyes. My friends asked me if I was alright. I said, I’m dead. The next words I had uttered since saying how many of you exist. Then it got real weird with D saying my name softly questioningly. Over and over, softly. Are u ok? Dude? They tried shaking me, but I just collapsed off the couch. After a bit I felt death was soo emotionally beautiful and yet painful, like losing your best friend, except letting go of life instead, that I returned. <br> <br> I was much less fucked but still tripping balls. I roused from my trance to see D motioning for us to bong. I don’t remember if I had. I think I accidentally was confusing L allot by saying, do u really exist? And I asked her how old she was and she said 16. I said ahhh 16 year olds, I’m 17, But I don’t know why I said that because I’m 16. And later I was like what was I possibly thinking. We left, me and L tripping balls in the cold. We decided to ride the rails and rode into Brooklyn. There at pacific avenue, we somehow went in circles and took trains that led to nowhere. Once we were told to get off because it wasn't moving for the night once it left the station. We left, and returned to the same one. Then the conductor drove into the tunnels and stopped. For 5 minutes we did nothing but look at light and listen to the air vents. Then the conductor came back and said didn’t I tell you not to go on this train? Now I'll have to drive back. <br> <br> Eventually at 3:30 in the morning I buzzed home, got my parents pissed at me though they didn't even suspect due to the fact I said like 10 words to them and proceeded to not be able to sleep for another 2 and a half hours. I was still feeling it. After dying, my whole life was changed, all those petty things that piss me off I just ignore. I was sure that I had felt what willing yourself to death was like. This was on Sat. Today is Wed. I’m planning on tripping again tomorrow but this time I think it will be different because much of my fustration and depression left me from last time.<!-- 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: 20849</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 22, 2003</td><td>Views: 8,894</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=20849&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=20849&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was summer and me and my friend (which I will just call Ray) had gone to Minnesota to our cabin with my family. We had brought some Lsd and Cannibus with us to make the trip a little more fun. <br> <br> It was the first night we were there and we had bought a energy drink called Venom which contained a high percent of citric acid because we had heard from a friend that citric acid will inhance the trip of lsd. We took our doses at about 9:00 and already started feeling gigglely and seeing trails. Soon after that we went to our cabin and drank our energy drinks. We grabbed my cd player and my cds and headed down to the lake. When we got down to the lake ,it pitch black with no moon but you could see every star in the sky including some Northern Lights off in the distance to our right.We grabbed some lounge chairs and sat on the dock looking at the sky. It was about 11:00 and we turned on some Mindless Self Indulgence and Ray pulled out a joint. We smoked the joint and the sky started gettin blurry and all the stars started producing trails. <br> <br> Soon we started trippin hardcore and continued to smoke a couple bowls and every time I looked back a Ray he turned into somebody I knew but I just didnt know who they were. I looked up at the stars and they looked as if they were fallin but never hit the ground and the waves of lake looked like there was a strobe light reflcting of them. The stars where still spinning and moving when at 12:35 i looked at my watch and I got hit with an intense amount of feelin and started talking but no words would come out. The stars started spinnin really fast and kept spinning until they had turned in to a lazer show which moved on to a tunnel that kept moving forward and looked like i was movng closer to it and i coulnt look away. All these clown faces started fallin out of the tunnel in the sky and hit the water ,and the waves from these faces came toward me and when they hit he dock I fell out of my chair and couldnt move. I and watched Ray for a long time as he gazed up at the stars. <br> <br> Then i couldnt handle it and got up and turned the music off. Ray stood up and grabbed me and shook me and said to stop yelling when i was sayin nothing at all. I picked up the cd player and we started walking back to our cabin. I looked at my watch and it was 1:45 when we reached the hill we had to climb up to get to our small about 10x10 cabin. We were walkin up the hill through the dark which what had seemed to be at least an hour which it should of tookin 5 minutes. I sat down and waited for Ray to catch up I look at my watch and it had been 3 min. I asked Ray if he thought we were goin the right way because i thought it had been so long and he said ya. I stood up and looked at the ground and continued walkin up the hill and i wasnt moving at all and looked up and i was at the top and could see out cabin. The light outside the cabin was puttin off sound that sounded like a insect and we stepped inside and th sound stop. <br> <br> Ray turned on a movie and I ignored it and looked over and at it and some girl came out of a miiror and killed another and i freaked out and shut it off. I couldnt handle any sound or movements and my friend tried calming me and saying just wait you will reach your peak. It was helping me but i coulnt look at him any longer because he had four eyes. We both sat there in silence for what seemed a long time. Then i started coming down and could handle music so we turned on some techno and grabbed 2 flashed lights and waved then over our heads untill i felt like i couldnt see any more. I layed down and closed my eyes and i got a huge amount of visuals of colors and shadows. i opened my eyes again and it was morning .I had fell asleep and continued to trip in my dream or unconcius mind. That is the description of the best time of my life. Since then i have never tripped as hard and i havent drank anything or took anything that involved citric acid, so I think the citric acid definitly inhanced my 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: 11524</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 11,801</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11524&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11524&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 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"> 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>(tar / resin)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I took my first trip when I was 15, half a 'Strawberry 3,' so called because there was a picture of a strawberry on it and it was alledgedly triple the usual dose. I was nervous as Hell beforehand because I hear stories about people being so off it they think they can fly out of a 20th-storey window, or can stop a speeding car with their head. I was with good friends though that had all done it before and once up on the acid, I have to say I had a good time. Looking back with experience, i've found acid to be happy or headfucky, happy when I laugh at anything for ages, so hard that my stomach and face muscles hurt. Headfucky is when I get paranoid, I get those deja-vu moments, I think someone is calling my name or I just HAVE to do something...but I don't know what it is. Anyway, my first trip was a happy one, we had a great time. <br> <br> A few months later, my friends and I got our hands on some more acid, this time they were Jupiters, some people called them planets, because they had a picture of a blue planet on them (even though Jupiter is red.) My mate and I worked together, cleaners in a supermarket bakery. We decided to drop the acid just an hour before the end of the shift, so that we would be coming up on it properly as we walked out. This was a bad idea as this time we came up on the acid in 20 minutes (this had never happened to us before, could've been through not eating much in the day or something, I dunno). It suddenly became apparent that we had to work whilst high on acid. We didn't want to. We just chatted and talked about shit like we do, then our supervisor came over and said it was time to go home. Somehow we managed to keep the fact that we were high on Grade-A drugs quiet and we got out. By this time, we had the trailers, when you move your hand and you see a trail of it moving afterwards. We met up with the rest of our mates and went to a field where we were camping out for the night. <br> <br> Setting up the tent was a fucking nightmare. Fortunately our mates were still straight so they sorted it out for us whilst we played with the tent poles, swinging them around, checking out the trailers off them!! About an hour later, our other friends had started to come up on their acid, but at this point my friend and I were almost peaking on ours. We were sat in the tent smoking joints, I was getting the feeling that the smoke was choking me, I couldn't swallow at all, and I was hot as fuck. I couldn't look at my friends in the eye, their faces were all blurred and I couldn't make out their features at all. When I did look, it was like a palette of colours being mixed up in front of me. I felt that if I looked them in the eye, they would know that I was afraid now and I didn't even know why. I couldn't speak, the feeling of not being able to swallow was becoming worse and I really needed fresh air. I started to think that my own mates were thinking that I was a fucking idiot, that I always had been, what was I even doing there. When will it end? And all the time, thinking that I had thought the same thoughts before, even though I hadn't. <br> <br> Then, suddenly, my other friend who I had dropped the acid with just said 'I dunno about you, but I am paranoid as fuck.' I looked at him and I just instantly felt relief. We looked at each other and I said 'Me too' and all our paranoia just went straightaway. It was such a relief, I felt almost as if I would cry. Then we burst out laughing and we all left the tent and went for a walk in the woods at night, which was fucking brilliant. The moon was so bright, it looked as if it was daytime, we had massive shadows on the floor, I could see everything so clearly and defined, I never felt so aware in my life. <br> <br> I think the moral is basically, we take the rough with the smooth. Taking acid, I can never tell whats gonna happen, it isn't a constant like weed. Acid, when its good, its really fucking good...but when its bad, well I only have to read some of the stories here. Weed, I smoke it and its good, I get stoned, it feels good, I get the munchies, it wears off. Acid, I don't really know if a paranoia is gonna hit or if its gonna be heavy on the visuals side (trailers, hallucinations, etc) or if its gonna be a funny one. Its basically unpredictable. I've never felt like I was gonna die on acid, like some people. My advice is if you're gonna do it, make sure you're with good people who you know and trust and dont go crazy on the dosage first time round!!! Also, I have some weed handy to smoke for the comedown.<!-- 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: 13759</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,113</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13759&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13759&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well. It all started last week when i decided to trip for the first time. Normally im too scared to take such drugs. Ive smoked marijuana about 200 times...but never acid. I was too curious. I had heard nothing but good things about acid, so i decided what the hell, and i purchased 4 tabs from a friend who is really into acid. Now, im not a hippie, but i enjoy the 60's movements and musics as i have also grown my hair down to my back. it feels better that way..anyways... i called my friend K and asked him if he wanted to take a tab with me, i didnt want to be taking something unknown alone like that, he refused but later called me back and told me he too had been conflicted with the curiosity of the drug. we invited one other person, S, my girlfriend, and our other friend J tagged along with K..so im happy that i bought just enough for all!..It was a beautiful saturday evening..around 6pm..the sun was still up..and we thought that it would be best to go off into the middle of nowhere and take our tabs so there would be no one to fuck it up or bring us down. bear in mind this is Iowa, lots of space. <br> <br> i took the dose around 7pm..the sun was still sitting on the horizon of a beautiful grass field that stretched for miles and miles with nothing else in sight. we had 2 tents set up and a camp fire along with food and water. 7:30 comes around and im starting to think...ok..they always say you had to wait..but this is rediculous..so i figured i had a dud. K was sitting off on a little hill watching the sun say goodnight to the earth..the sky was so beautiful..S was holding my hand and singing a song i cant remember what it was called...J was in his tent laying in the manner so he could see the sky through the mesh. K and J would be sharing a tent, S and i would have our own. The last thing i remember doing before it hit me was staring up at the big beautiful moon that was watching over us. <br> <br> K walked over to me..and he said..'its beautiful isnt it?'..i looked at him with tears in my eyes as if i had just witnessed a child being brought into the world or something..he asked me 'whats wrong?'...i told him that i had never felt so much peace and love for everything around me as i did now. he smiled. we walked around, taking in all these new sensations..the sky like paper..beautiful paper with the most exquisite painting...the moon as if it was an arms reach away...the wind blowing a beautiful song no instrument could ever mock. <br> <br> I started to think as i looked at 3 of my friends standing on the horizon in front of me..we are all alone out here in this big universe..but at the same time..were all connected..like distant relatives who welcome your visit after a long drive. only this was cosmic. a feeling unlike any other. I looked at the stars. and thanked god for the earth and life. I could feel the earth as if it was a part of me..this is the way its supposed to be. life. I was no longer frightened of death or law or anything else humanly tangible. Im free. Everything just made sense. After about another 4 hours of walking around and being goofy, i felt another dose of energy surging through me as if i could lift a stack of cars, but i knew i needed to sit down for a second. i grabbed my canteen, which was a sight all in its own..the image of me moving towards it and grabbing it played back a number of times before i came back to where i was and took a drink. the tracers were getting more and more rapid and repetitious. we were up until the sun came up to greet us. that night was a truly memorible night, as i became alive for the first time. i was born. i am one week old. i plan on taking LSD again, but for right now, im just trying to learn to live the way im supposed to..in peace..harmony..and joy..thank you for life and earth god.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23355</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 29, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,887</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=23355&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=23355&amp;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), 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>(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">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've never tried any drugs other than weed, so when my friend suggested that a group of us trip, I was interested. Of course, being the paranoid nerd that I am, I went online and did my research. Had to make sure I wasn't in danger of dying off of two hits of acid...yeah I am paranoid. Probably why acid wasn't such a good choice of drugs for me. <br> <br> About 8pm, my cousin and two friends and I each took 2 geltabs of acid. I remember saying, 'wow these things look so little, are you sure they are going to work?'. One of my friends that had taken acid before just laughed at me. A half hour went by, and I was a bit annoyed because I felt the same. I wanted to take another one, but my friend assured me that it wouldn't be long before it kicked in. 20 minutes later, I was starting to feel a little strange. I suggested we all go outside and sit on the porch to get some air. An hour later, we were two miles from my house running through the woods. Now I'm pretty much a lazy person, it's an effort just to walk outside to my mail box :-). But I felt so great, like I could walk anywhere! We killed another hour walking back, it was a lot of laughing and good feelings all around. <br> <br> When we got back to my house, that's when things started getting weird. I had forgotten that we had set up black lights and posters all over my living room to celebrate the occasion. So when I walked into the house, I was completely weirded out. The colors from the posters were swirling around and moving all over the ceiling and floor. I started to get scared, and had this thought in my head that my two friends were going to kill my cousin and I. I guess the power of suggestion was enough to freak her out as well, because we both ended up in the bedroom trying to climb out the window. I have never felt so terrified in my life. At that moment, I truely belived my own insane thoughts. My friends came in and freaked when they saw me dangling half out the window. After fighting with them briefly, I agreed to go back out and sit in the living room. The black lights and posters were more vivid than ever...I remember looking at one and seeing a plane flying towards me. I got all emotional and started crying. <br> <br> My friends told me the next day that I was talking about the plane and all the 'people trying to escape the city' in the poster for like 2 hours. I don't remember what time we ended up passing out but it was starting to get light out so I know it was early morning. The first thing I looked at was that poster. It was of a bunch of mushrooms. And all I could think of was how the hell I ever saw a plane. Over all, I'd say I had a good experience. Except for the brief period I thought my friends were going to murder me. Like I said though...I'm a naturally paranoid person.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24164</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 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,249</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24164&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24164&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I don't remember what type of acid it was. I just remember it being a 'gel tab' full of purple shit that was sour as fuck. I was 14 at the time and when I took it nothing happened for about half an hour to an hour. Then all of a sudden everything just got completely fuct up. I remember talking to my friend and every word he said was rhyming (he was doing this on purpose because he knew I was tripping) and it was freaking me out. Well after he left I just sat in my room and listened to music. I couldnt even tell what CD or song I was listening too. I decided to take a shower and went to my closet to get some clothes. When I opened the closet a bloody human hand fell out and touched my leg, I didnt think anything of it though. I just sort of kicked it back into the closet grabbed a shirt and some pants and headed up to the bathroom to take a shower. Well halfway up the stairs I remember thinking, 'What The FUCK!! OH MY GOD!' <br> <br> So I ran back downstairs and opened my closet again. Nothing was there. 'Ok Good' I thought, as I turned around something caught my eye. It was a puddle of blood on the floor and slowly I began to see a dead body. I immediately began to freak out. I blinked and it was gone, but then it was there again! WTF! Well I thought to myself, must be the acid and didnt think anything about it. As I was taking a shower time seemed to slow down so much, I actually believed that I had transcended space and time boundaries and that I was in a slow motion world. Well I finished taking my shower and everything was still slow as fuck. Until my mom came out of her room and said 'Hi.' She did this in about .0002 seconds and before I knew she was even there she was gone. I dont know how long later (all the clocks were displaying some sort of fuct up symbols and the analog clock's hands were so blurred I couldnt tell where they were) but I ended up outside, and it was dark as shit. I remember trying to open a window to get in, but this window was about 7 feet off the ground, at the time I was only about 5' 5'. <br> <br> This was the craziest shit in the world. The window looked like it was about 20 feet over my head but when I reached for it my hand stretched to accomodate for this. The next thing I knew I had a knife in my hand and the next thing I knew after that was that my hand was bleeding. I couldnt get in the fucking house! AND now I was fucking bleeding! 'Oh know' I thought 'What the fuck am I going to do?? Im trapped outside and the sky is trying to eat me and Im going to die.' My neighbor comes outside about a minute later and says 'What happened to your hand???' I said something along the lines of 'Smick smurgen with cut an. . . I DIE!' I dont remember much after this but I do remember that I never stopped tripping. I woke up the next morning hearing gun fire, and seeing the wall melt. <br> <br> 2 weeks later this was still going on. I didn't do anything about it till about a year ago. I took 15 xanex at school, plus 20 blood thinners in an attempt to kill myself. I ended up falling down the fucking stairs and getting busted. They searched me and found my remaining xanex and remaining blood thinners. Our Nazi (School Campus officer, formerly a navy seal or some shit) brought out a huge book with every pill in it and they started looking it up. I said, 'Well I'll be dead in about (looked at my watch) 5 seconds.' 'How many did you take son??!' said officer peabody. 'Oh about 15 of the blue footballs and 20 of the yellow capsules, why? You dont think I like speaking in english? Well your wrong, im speaking english right now! SEIG HEIL!' well I was in an ambulance, then I woke up and I was drinking charcoal, then I was in a stretcher going down a narrow hallway, then I had to walk to a couch! You know how hard this shit is? I had to get interviewed. . .interviewed for what I was thinking. <br> <br> 'Where am I?' I asked the old fuck asking me questions. He said 'Your at Summit Ridge Mental institute. . .' Well a few days later I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and now Im on like 9 medications and it totally blows. so all you little fucks that think you can buy euphoria for not more than 5 dollars a hit, think again. You may end up killing, yourself or someone else.<!-- 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: 9827</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 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 41,992</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9827&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9827&amp;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), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">225 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was born in 1971 and by 1985 I wanted to try LSD. I hadnt even been drunk, high, or even nicotine-buzzed at that point. I had read stories about my idols, 60's musicians like The Beatles and Jim Morrison, taking acid. As a musician, artist, and general social outcast, it only seemed logical to take it. By 1989, my senior year, I had become quite a drunk and and in love with Marijuana. I finally one night took the acid and everyone doing it with me went home after we all peaked. The experience wasn't as potent as I had hoped, with only mild visuals. Through the next 9 years I continued to (mostly) trip alone as I had that first time. I always felt safer alone, where no one could set me on a bad trip. I only took 1 hit usually, and only once or twice a year. Those years were spent in the Military Police, Art School, and a bad marriage. I loved LSD but as I said, used it with extreme moderation. I loved the long wakeful nights tripping and pondering my existence or watching movies. I only hallucinated a few times, mostly I just felt so aware of the 'big picture'. <br> <br> Towards the end of the 90's I had a new, happy relationship and custody of my child from the previous marriage. I got a temp position at a new steel mill in town where everyone was making HUGE money. The year I worked there I was so intent on getting hired full-time, that I smoked hardly any weed at all for fear of urinalysis. Instead I took acid. In one two-month period I took over FORTY hits! Now, for me acid is like vodka-you get more out of it as your experience and mental tolerance increases. I was like a walking disciple of Christ himself, seeing only the 'big picture' and beautiful reality of this world. I delved into books on everything from Astronomy to Religion. Since that period I have understood so much more about what this world really is and it's value as a material. <br> <br> Why did I suddenly quit taking acid in Oct 98 to never touch it again? Well this is where the reality of drugs and what they do comes into play. I got so enamoured with the LSD experience that I was taking it on-stage. I was a George Harrison impersonator in a Beatles Tribute band, and it made it seem as though I was having an IN-body experience--as if I were air-guitaring to the Beatles, when it actually WAS me coming through the speakers! I felt I had dropped into George's body! This kind of stuff only fueled my love for the drug. I started practically living on LSD, taking it every 4th or 5th day. By the end of that year I was talking in jumbled hesitant words. I am a good speaker and I couldnt even get a sentence out without stuttering. My memory was out the door too, my night vision sucked (and I think weed causes that too), and I was getting very moody. <br> <br> The final trip in Oct 98 was not fun AT ALL. Usually my custom was to consume enough liquor for 3 or 4 people (LITERALLY) whilst dosing. That particular night I drank over a half of a 1/5th of good imported Tequila and got the spins right as the acid peaked. The next 2 hours seemed like 2 WEEKS! I was with my wife and a bunch of lesbians I used to jam with in a band. I think the crowd made me even MORE nervous. I felt like I was in the eye of a twister with no way to anchor myself to any thought or concept for more than a split second. It was horrifying, and trying to explain my situation and keep cool about it was making it worse. I felt rude and embarrassed for losing it and that made me flip out all the more. I haven't taken it since. <br> <br> When I stop using for a month or two I can tell a noticable difference. I feel more alert, but also depressed because after having seen the beauty of it, life seems dull. This is why I never tried heroin-I KNEW I'd be an addict in a day. It's been almost three years now and that feeling wont leave me. Maybe it's what people call being jaded, I dont know. I just know that nothing seems all that exciting to me anymore. I havent worked in two years, I stay home with my newborn son. My wife has an excellent job and we tell people that's why I stay home. It IS the reason, but I must also admit that I dont want to be involved in the world anymore, and I am scared shitless about going back to work. I still write and record music, but I dont care to ever accomplish anything again. Aside from the closest friends and family, I see no one. Sometimes I wish I had never been enlightened and still had all of my foolish desires that acid freed me from. When you experience levels of consciousness like that of drugs, especially the powerful ones like LSD, you really are never the same person again. I feel that I am a better person now, but that doesn't mean life in the material world is better for me. I just wish Christ (or whatever it is) would come rescue us all today, and I have frequent anxiety attacks concerning the possible (numerous) amount of years and lives that await me in this world of pain and suffering. I wonder, have my enlightening experiences showed me truths I was not designed to handle, or are the square people right--am I just mind-bent now?<!-- 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: 7536</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 19, 2003</td><td>Views: 40,282</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7536&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7536&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Post Trip Problems (8), Depression (15), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), 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 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Have you ever 'controlled' acid? Well, not only did I, but I taught two others as well. <br> <br> My friend Rob did it for his first time this weekend. Buddy Jeff and I took him to the hills. It hit fast, we took it at 9am, and by 10 - the trees were waving. <br> <br> Several weird things happened during this trip, and might I say that this trip is the best time I've had in my entire life, never have I felt such joy. By the way, I'm the guy that done it over 300 times (yeah a lot of good times in highschool). I'm 25 now. <br> <br> Rob handled it perfectly. Not even a hint of any possible apprehensive feelings. The clouds came out and put on a fantastic display of vibrant colors, a brilliant array of spectrum in the clouds by the angle of the sun. The hawks flew around us, sometimes pausing in the spectrum as if they knew we were watching. Also, even though it was Rob's first time, and time flies when you're having fun - he was TELLING TIME correctly. It boggled us, he would be exact to the minute as far as telling how long it's been or what time it was at any given moment. He was at one with time. <br> <br> After spending a few hours out there, we headed back to have my girl pick us up so we could go to my house. On the way back, the first BREAKTHROUGH #1 happened. As I'm walking, I accidently dropped the plastic wrapper of my cigarettes. I continued walking and HEARD the hills hiss at me. I don't know if I heard the hills hissing at me, or if I actually heard the sound of the little plastic hitting the leaf that it landed on. Seems unreasonable for a human to be able to detect such a minute sound, but who knows? <br> <br> At this point I will give all my fellow trippers a wonderful present, here you go: This is a method that Rob, it being his first time, brought to my attention. You know when you're trippin' real hard and it starts to get kinda intense? Well, a lot of people may get a worried look on their face that can set off a bad trip. Here's the NEW solution, and it works! Rob did this a million times, and it was PERFECT! You know what he did? Simple. When it got intense, or when something awesome happened, he would whistle. Yup. Just a plain little 'Whew' type of whistle. That sound and the act of doing just lets you 'wash' the intensty and absorb everything, while maintaining yourself. MAKE A NOTE OF IT, REMEMBER IT, and try it next time. <br> <br> Now for the house. My girl took some and we took more so we could experience the night. We did, and off we went, into Wonderland. I lead the night, being our guide and host of the show. I talked us through everything and took us on many mental journeys. A funny thing was pointed out by my girl. She said that I 'spoke with the weather', meaning every time I got more intense, the wind would pick up. Anytime I would shut up, the wind would DIE completely. This happened four times that she could recollect. I personally think that the breakthrough here was that I must have been feeding off the wind myself. BREAKTHROUGH #2. <br> <br> Back in the house, we were seated. I began to explain to my girl and Rob how they can control the melt. I told them to focus on whether the walls are melting down or up. Then I told to tell the acid to STOP melting, and turn around and go the opposite direction....it worked! Both of them were able to dictate whether they wanted the wall to melt up or to melt down. BREAKTHROUGH #3. I gave both of them a new power. And powerful they did feel. We felt like Gods, we could do anything. <br> <br> The grand finale of the night was when I was telling a funny story (forgot the story, sorry). The funniest thing is this: As I'm getting to the punchline of the story, I begin to laugh, I laugh so hard it literally buckles me, and sends me bending over and that was it. I come back up with tears in my eyes, and no story to tell. Just a big smile on my face telling both of them that I've never laughed so hard in my life that it actually BUCKLED me. <br> <br> Acid is my personal treasure. Some people are afraid of it, and they should be, because obviously they have problems with themselves. <br> <br> If your soul is pure you have nothing to fear. The only bad trips come out of doubts about yourself, if you have not yet cleansed yourself of the sins YOU feel you are guilty of. Release yourself, free your mind, and fly. I am clean and reborn.<!-- 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: 7650</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,928</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7650&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7650&amp;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), Mystical Experiences (9), Nature / Outdoors (23), Guides / Sitters (39), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Ok, I'll be describing two different absolute wonderful acid trips in this report...I'll try to keep in short and sweet--if I can LOL <br> <br> trip #1: I just recently, about two months ago, went on my first acid trip....I had smoked pot occasionally, but that's about it until that first time. My fiance and I recieve two hits from a friend, two tiny little purple squares that completely changed my life. We each took them at about 1 in the morning. At 3ish we began our long, glorious journey with constant, hilarious giggling...then about 4 the visuals started..... I was afraid at first, but I immediately calmed myself not wanting to start the trip off bad. After a few minutes we went outside onto the deck, and were feeling extremely randy so we attempted sex, which was hilarious, because about halfway through, I looked up at the sycamore tree growing in our back yard and it started to 'grow'...I immediately lost all interest in the task at hand...and actually sat there so long, that brent said that when we snapped out of it my skin was cold..... so that was the main theme of our trip...that big, beautiful, growing tree, that would start to be 'pulled' into the sky by the 'wind', while growing in spiraling vines, each leaf shimmying independantly. <br> <br> The best part of the trip was how it opened my eyes to the world around me...and I felt the goddess in everything, including myself, and I saw the god in my fiance, he WAS the god, and I WAS the goddess.... it was like playing make believe... I was, for the first time since childhood, filled with complete awe and wonder.... everything went well until my stomach started to feel kind of cramped so I went and got a bath... and the walls started to melt and it kind of freaked me out... being inside really got me down.... we spent the rest of the trip laying in bed, watching the ceiling, trying to go to sleep... he came down about 10 in the morning, but I wasn't back to relative normalcy until about 24 hour after I took the acid..... <br> <br> <br> Trip#2: our second acid trip took place the night before last.... completely by surpise we came across someone selling acid, and along with a friend bought a few hits... we all took our hits at about 10:30pm, and the effects came on extremely quick, at about 11:30, I was steadily climbing into euphoria. We watched the cartoon Spirited Away, and it was even more enjoyable that usual. It was our friend's first time, and he was hilarious, pacing around speaking in a various accents (when he could force himself to speak) and puffing on a cigar. This trip wasn't nearly as intense as the last, but that was good. it was easy to control, and alot mellower. It was raining outside, but I went out and visited the tree anyways. it was beautiful, being pulled by the high winds of the storm..... my fiance and I had a serious god/goddess theme again this time, and it was very religious, and opened my eyes even further.... spent most of the night in the bedroom, which has been completely redone in natural decor so it was far more pleasant, and candle lit... we painted each other with various religious symbols and laid around chilling out having a wonderful time. <br> <br> my fiance and I ended the trip with some very intense sex, and we both had our first orgasms while on acid, and it was fuckin awesome.... It was so intense, feeling the goddess and god in us... the sex was so primal, like a story, or like a part of a legend or something, I wouldn't have been suprised if I looked behind me at him and he had grown antlers. <br> <br> Suprisingly enough we actually got tired at about 5 in the morning and fell asleep....I was sober enough by 5 o'clock to go in to work, so basically, it was different than the first one, but still excellent. <br> <br> A note on Acid in general: <br> <br> I highly recommend doing this with someone you love, I have never loved Brent as much as I do when I'm on acid...it's brought us closer together.... Also, it has made me do some serious soul searching,and has made me completely rethink religion....everyone needs to try it at least once!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24991</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 12,858</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24991&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24991&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Sex Discussion (14), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), 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></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Some of my previous relevant experiences include: LSD, mescaline, psylocibin,5meodmt, dpt, 5meodipt .... <br> <br> This is going to be a summary of a few 2c-i experiments but focused around the first and most profound experience which was in combination with LSD. <br> <br> This whole thing started out as what was supposed to be 400 mcs of LSD .... I hadn't seen LSD in the last two years or so when my friend told me that someone just gave him a nice chunk of a freshly dipped sheet. The preparations where made and on a sat afternoon I found myself at a large home in the hills among my very close friends with an empty belly. There was supposed to be 8 of us but when we arrived two strange faces where at the house and this made me slightly worried because I myself planned on taking 4 hits and the guy who had dipped it told my friend it should be about 80 mcs a hit.Thats a healthy dose for me not what I would want to do with strange people. After talking to them a while I decided it would be OK. My state of mind was very good as it always is when I get to visit my friends and have an evening of research (they live far). <br> <br> At 4 we all ingested our doses. Everyone took two except myself and 2 other people. the 3 of us all had 4 . After an hour and thirty min. its apparent that the blotter is not potent and I found myself with a very mild and pleasant LSD high. I would say I only got 50 mcs or so. I smoked some salvia and I took a small hit of leaf out of the pipe because I was in the back yard with a lot of people. I noticed a potentiation of salvia and a uniqueness with the LSD but that's a whole report in itself. I smoked a little rustica my friend got from south America and after only two hits found myself feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. After I got a drink to get the tobacco taste out of my mouth It passed and I decided to offer 2c-i to everyone since the LSD was a miss. <br> <br> At 6 Everyone there elected to ingest 2c-i after we consulted Erowid and confirmed it had been done safely. We all took 16 mg except one girl who is a bit smaller decided 14 might be better for a first try with it stacked on the LSD and all. <br> <br> The onset was slow and reminded me of mescaline in its slow build up. From about 30 min to 1 hour there was a mild nausea lingering but luckily it never got too bad. Between one and two hours visuals started to really come on. I spent some of this time dripping and splattering paint on a canvas with my friends it was good fun and beautiful. Then I had to use paint thinner to get the paint off my hands. I got some thinner on my shirt and eventually had to take off my sweat shirt for the evening because my sense of smell was so heightened it was making me ill. <br> <br> By two hours the room is a swirling psychedelic mess. I have had some wild visuals from other substances especially LSD but this was all the grandeur of my best LSD trips with a lot of cannabis and then some. It never threatened to envelope me and leave me so I am in a whole other place, unable to see, lost in visuals like mushrooms or 5meodmt have done to me. Just amazing swirling mandalas, geometry's, colors, the whole ceiling turning oranges and reds even when I focused or got up close to objects. I kept thinking this is something right out of the pages of PIHKAL OR TIHKAL.This was a taste of something magical and I felt so privileged to be having this experience. I was in a high plus 2 mentally but visually a solid 3. By two hours fourty min. something changed visually; still very active but things where moving less.(THese days I don't even care about visuals that was interesting many years ago but wow what a reminder of their beauty!) <br> <br> The plateau came and we sat down to watch my friends movie he made. It was two pieces, One was music set to a computer graphic of the persession of the I-ching. The other is a song for an operatic version of True Hallucinations by T. Mckenna. This was all set to graphics. A joint went around right at the start and I thought to myself I'm scared what this is going to do. Within 1 min I'm captivated by 2 min I'm pouring tears fully plus 4 ! It was so amazing and everyone I was with was so beautiful and brilliant I was so grateful to be apart of it all oh the stimulation! too much input! A picture of this mushrooms shaman cave painting in Africa is on the screen and I'm melding with the mushroom god. This drawing is conveying ancient wisdom of the mushrooms and oh boy it would take pages to tell what happened if I could find the words. The first song stops, the tears slow. I almost leave the room because I'm not sure I can take another round. <br> <br> It bursts onto the screen and I am soon convulsing in tears of reverie. The graphics of space so much like my normal CEV and how beautiful combined with the music .'Glorious impermanence, radiance' is the chorus. In Terence's last interview they asked what do u expect when u die and he said 'Brilliant Radiance.' That's what the song is about.Thats exactly what I believe too, as taught to me by the mushroom. Everything was falling into place and coming together to catalyze this plus 4 moment. I've never experienced reverie like this, it was unspeakable. Not high alpine meadows or old growth redwood forest with or without mind altering substances has ever inspired anything close to this. I had reverie a few times before but this was turned up infinantly louder than anything which preceded it. <br> <br> The music stops I manage to slow the tears but I'm cold. It feels kind of like DPT in my hands, like I'm dissolving away, pins and needles type feeling actually more like my blood is bubbling is how I describe it. I HATE being cold on psychedelics! its loud in the room and chaotic I'm feeling funky from all the crying and emotion so I head to another room. I get under the covers and I'm fine after I do some oaming to slow my thoughts and I warm up. I come downstairs to find my friend in a state like I was during the movie and then some. he was one who had also taken 4 hits. He would cry stop breathing and roll about the floor going plus 4 then breathe and be back for a moment over and over. he say says it was great later although i was worried about him at the time. we sat with him for a maybe an hour or more <br> <br> I relaxed with some more salvia and a bowl as the decline started. I laid on the couch chatting and smelling fresh picked jasmine. My sense of smell was heightened and the jasmine made a feeling of tranquil bliss and created closed eye visuals/fantasy of flowers. Very pleasant! It took a long time to come down there was a lot of great conversation I felt great. At 7 am the next day I was still seeing stuff slightly but feeling good. <br> <br> I have taken 2c-i a few times since then. Two low doses of 8 once then 12.5 two days later. Very mild but wonderful experiences. one in public watching people at the beach. The other hiking in the sierra back country. The sierra was really great sitting at 12,000 feet lakeside listening to music I thought maybe I should just get a gram of 2c-i and wonder the mtns for a whole summer! one thing I noticed was the dust just from one friend in front of me was choking ... again super heightened smell. <br> <br> 16 mg at the rainbow gathering. That was not so good and I couldn't figure out why. Rainbow gathering with my g/f it should be blissful! I later found out I had food poisoning and it had been setting in that night. The fever made me cold and uncomfortable all night. I had a pretty nice experience stayed very coherent and it kind of left me wanting more because I expected something as powerful as the 2c-i and LSD. I again noted increased sense of smell making cannabis smoke in the tent foul. I noted none of the emotional power of the LSD synergy and certainly not the visuals. The emotional power I can't for sure say because the movie was a catalyst. it may have only partially been the 2c-i and LSD. Then again my other friend spent over an hour in the highly emotional plus 4 moments so maybe the LSD played more of a role who can say? <br> <br> 18 mg at home in a comfortable setting with my g/f. i found no increase in mental or visual effect over 16 mg, only more dizziness during the onset. Again heightened smell was really profound. It was a wonderful experience and we got in some great moments of bliss and over powering love. I had a headache toward the end and for two days after this experience very unusual for me. after this I thought rather take 16 same effect less dizzy and less gas. I wonder what 22 or so would do? just more dizziness and toxic effects? <br> <br> I have concluded that low dose LSD with 2c-i for myself is a magic combo and I think I prefer it to 2c-i alone. 2c-i alone for me is very coherent and doesn't come with a lot of mental insight but is certainly among my favs due to a good ratio of body load to effect. For me it really targets smell unlike anything I have ever tried. In the future I'll make sure to have lots of flowers and fragrant things to experiment with wheee !<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 25837</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 5, 2003</td><td>Views: 12,666</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=25837&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=25837&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-I (172) : 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">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This all happened about 7 years ago, but I still remember most of the night quite clearly. You see - I was sober at the time (ok, maybe a bit stoned - but I smoked every day so it was pretty much 'normal'), along with all my other trip-buddies. However - the psychedelic virgin of our bunch had decided to dose 4 hits of the white blotter we were always so able to acquire. <br> <br> I was in college, and it was my first year at Savannah College of Art and Design. I lived in a dorm room with about 6 other guys. I came to find out they all liked to eat as much acid as I did, and after about 2 weeks in school we already had a solid connection from a florida pipeline, about 2 people removed from the chemist. I was already somewhat of a LSD veteran by the time I got to college, averaging 6-8 blotters per weekly trip for the past few years before... and therefore I was able to really appreciate the STRENGTH and size of the white blotters we were getting at SCAD. We had tons of the stuff on hand, since there was about 5 of us tripping practically every few days. However one guy in our dormroom - we'll call him S - had never done LSD before coming to college, and after having a wacky but silent freakout on 1 of the doses we had given him a few weeks prior - he decides to go ahead and take 4 (against all of our admonitions, of course). <br> <br> So my roomies and I are sitting around the pad, chillin, watchin the tube, cooking, etc. etc. When all of a sudden S stumbles out into the room and starts looking around at everybody in a strange and lolling way, moving around to people and pawing at them slowly. I was the furthest from him, in a chair by the wall, trying to pay attention to some movie. But people on the couch started making exclamations like 'hey!' and 'what the fuck, dude!' and 'yo! get off me!' and jumping up to walk away. All of their migrations left S right in front of me, who smiled strangely and starting moving in as if to kiss me! Pause for a second here - because this was a MENS dorm, and everyone in the room was clearly heterosexual (except for maybe a different guy, who was out with some chicks that night) - so I knew that S was not gay, and even if he was, I was CERTAINLY not having any of it. <br> <br> So I got up from the chair snarling like an animal ready for blood, thinking that some show of primality might make it into his dazed brain... which it did, after a few moments. He slumped to the floor, amidst incredulous glares and continual 'what the fuck?!'s from all of us. At which point he pulled down his pants and began to wank - right there on the living room floor. Most of us were laughing our asses off in disgust, but someone managed to say 'you sick bastard! go to your room to do that shit! nasty!' etc. etc. <br> <br> S manages to realize he shouldnt be doing that, pulls up his pants and starts wandering into the back of the dormroom, mumbling things like 'I'll never get laid' and 'no one wants me' and 'Im not shit' etc. etc. At this point, I was beginning to see the gathering clouds of a full on freak out, and started following him around, trying to talk him down. I quickly saw that he would have none of it - repeating his mantras of 'I am nothing' 'NOTHING!!!!' and growing to heights of great emotional strain during each looping display. <br> <br> -------Intermission------- <br> Wouldnt it be a classic fate that the loudest, most drug addled room in the entire dorm building... was right next door to the faculty RA supervisor?? That would be a laugh, right! Kind of a bummer too, sometimes! Right? <br> --------------------------------- <br> <br> So at this point, having reduced everything to screams of 'NOTHING!!', S began to paw and beat at himself. I was becoming worried for the entire room, since S was screaming very loudly and our building's RA was just next door. (all of us had extensive amounts of contraband scattered in various 'hiding places') Being that he didnt appear to be in physical pain or distress, I decided to lock him in his room. I put on a Doors album (his favorite music, or so he said) at loud volume. I turned off the lights. <br> <br> For about 10 minutes, it seemed to work. Then, as all of us were chillin again in the main room, we started to hear S screaming at the absolute top of his lungs - continuously until he seemed out of breath - and then repeating, over and over and over. We all realized that this was definately no good, and some were ready to turn him over to the building supervisor right then. Instead, me and another guy decided to take another shot at calming him down. We walked into his room and were greeted by him standing there in (somehow?) classic psychotic pose, trembling and playing with his lips in a very disturbing and schizoid type of way. He was still screaming at the top of his lungs, but looking into his eyes I swear it almost seemed like he was enjoying his little roll in the mud. My roomie took a few steps towards him saying 'dude... are you okay??' But just as he got over to him, S opened his mouth and sort of projectile puked onto my roomies shoe. It was a strange scene... as he stopped trembling or moving at all... then made a short 'BLECH!'... and then went right back into his schizoid spasms. My roomie turned and walked out without another word - obviously completely fed up with S. <br> <br> At this point, with S continuing to scream as loud as humanly possible, the prospect of turning him over to the building supervisor in a pre-emptive strike seemed very appealing to most if not all of us in the dorm room. <br> After a short ordeal in which my roomies and I tried to act innocent amidst this horrible, satanic psychedelic overdose - the RA called the paramedics. They had to get the cops to help them drag S out of our room - still mumbling and playing with his lips, screaming and the whole nine yards. <br> <br> The next day, after coming back from my classes, I saw S at home, sitting in the chair. He was clearly pissed off, and clearly sober. He complained in his laboriously sinister humor about waking up in the hospital with a tube up his dick. He was still sore, and also seemed to be grudging the fact that we had turned him in. He was getting expelled from college. But - he remembered nothing of the previous night. He said he had blacked out early on and then refused to discuss the content of his dreamings by shrugging it off as 'stupid bullshit'. I let one of my other roomies tell him about the gay come on scene the night before. <br> <br> I wanted to share this scenario becuase I have seen it come about in many different shades, this being perhaps the worst I have seen. But the spiral into madness, toxic psychosis, and pure schizophrenic dissociation REQUIRES YOUR MIND. The drug is only a tool, an intermediary or diplomat if you will. Your mind is what does the tripping. Your mind manifests the state - not the drug. In the world of psychedelic exploration, MANY things are possible - and there are no boundaries of the experience that end in various chemical or plant designations. When you ingest any kind of psychedelic substance, you have passport to a very powerful realm. A realm to respected - as it is the foundation of life and death itself. Remember this and respect this realm, and it will become your teacher and protector. Forget this and disrespect this realm, and it could become your destroyer and purifier. <br> <br> Oh, and if its your second or third time tripping: TAKE A SMALL DOSE.<!-- 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: 25881</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 6, 2003</td><td>Views: 19,960</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=25881&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=25881&amp;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), Second Hand Report (42), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> For approximately two years, I had been studying the use of psychedelics. Surfing the Internet and reading various literatures on the subject. It was something that really intrigued me. Prior to this experience, I had been smoking loads of herb for about five years. I had also dabbled with a few other chemicals such as PCP, alcohol, and Nitrous Oxide. Eventually, psychedelics became a kind of obsession with me. <br> <br> My best friend, at the time, got his hands on some red gel-tabs and had a small trippin’ party. It was everyone’s first time. Later on, he gave me the low down on his experience that night. Apparently he didn’t have the best of times, but to me it sounded rather interesting. A few weeks passed, and then one day when I dropped by for a sack of herb he showed me the goods. It seemed he had gotten his hands on a half sheet of dark purple gel-tabs. I didn’t have much money at the time, so I only bought two hits. He knew how much I wanted to do this, so he gave me a warning to at least save them until I had somewhere to do them, other then my parent’s house. He even went as far as to tell me not to take them before I got back to my car either. Boy, did he know me all too well or what? The group of buddies I wanted to trip with were on vacation in Florida for the weekend. I decided I would hold off until they came back. <br> <br> Later on that night I was smoking the last of my herb when I sat down to admire my acid. Something I still do to this day, btw. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a small snip off of the corner of a gel-tab and eat it. What could happen? I wasn’t sure how I would react to a full gel-tab, so I figured I’d simply experiment with a small amount. From what I had read, I estimated a twenty-minute wait before the initial effects of the drug would kick in. An hour went buy and I felt nothing at all. I was a bit disappointed so I took the rest of the gel-tab. Waited 45 more minutes and still felt nothing at all! I was really bumming by this time. Could it be that I was burned on this deal? Some strange urge came over me, and I downed the other gel tab in hopes to feel some kind of a buzz. I sat back and began to listen to some music. Another hour went by, and I still did not feel a thing. Though, I noticed I was still buzzing pretty hard from the herb I smoked hours previous. That’s when it suddenly hit me. This whole time I had been gradually working my way up on the acid. This was no weed buzz! <br> <br> I began getting mild tracers and feeling rather jumpy and excited. Around this time, my girlfriend was getting home from work as well. I was waving my hands in front of me with a big hysterical grin plastered across my face. First thing my girlfriend asked was if I was trippin’ or something. I just looked at her with my grin and looked away. She began laughing and we talked for a short while before she finally went to bed. I was starting to get some wild visuals. I was sitting Indian style on my floor, near my wall, watching stand up comedy. All of the lights were off in the room. The walls looked as though millions of tiny creatures were swarming around them. An endless pit that was directly in front of my feet, leading under my TV stand, distracted me. This was so exciting! As I looked back to the wall, it was a new vision. The wall was now made up of some form of white liquid, slowly melting down to the floor. As I ran my fingers through the liquid, and endless array of ripples formed covering the wall, and then fading away. As hard as it was to pull myself away from this splendor, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. <br> <br> The tiles appeared as translucent covers for the body of water beneath my feet. Small fish, octopuses, and other sea life were swimming beneath the tiles. There were two throw rugs dancing about the floor. As I gazed into the mirror at my reflection, I saw a huge Kool-Aid smile on my face. Eventually, I made my way back to my room and resumed admiring the visuals from my desk chair. My carpeted floor was now a solid concrete covered in horrible insects trying to get me in my chair. Around this time my son woke up and my girlfriend asked me to get him a bottle from downstairs. I walked through the infested flooring and made my way down my steps, to my living room. The only light that was turned on was a small flame light in the bottom of a lamp. The house was pitch black, with an evil looking design illuminating across the ceiling from the lamp. As I made my way thought the room, I felt as though there was something following me. I could sense it was there and visualize it in my head, though I didn’t turn around to look. <br> <br> I went on about my business and made my way to the kitchen. After preparing a bottle, I stopped off in the dark living room. My eyes were more adjusted to the darkness now, so I explored for a bit, stopping off at an old mirror hanging on the wall. I made goofy faces in the mirror and played around a bit before turning around to head back upstairs. When I turned and walked away, my reflection did not. It simply stayed staring back at me. This really freaked me out, so I ran upstairs and gave the bottle to my kid. I was still having a blast. I lay in bed for a while and admired the visuals all around me. Eventually I fell asleep to awake a new person. <br> <br> This was one of the greatest experiences of my life, and I am grateful to have been able to experience it the way I have. What I learned from this experience was that trippin’ was nothing like how I imagined it would be, but it was so much then I had ever hoped for!<!-- 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: 7821</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,704</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7821&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7821&amp;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), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was about 2 months ago. I had just recently bought a vial of acid. Having only a small portion left, me and my friend J decided to take the rest of it. My vial was in a small sweet breath bottle. I dropped 2 hits on J's tounge. Then I went to drop it on my tounge and nothing but air came out. I was extremely pissed at this point. I knew my friend was to soon be tripping and I was going to be able to enjoy it with him. I knew there had to be some acid still on the tip of the bottle. So, I licked all around it and immediately tasted the acid. I put the tip of the vial up to my mouth. I sucked in while squeezing the bottle. What ever acid remained in the vial was now in my mouth. I could taste it! <br> <br> Me and J rolled up a blunt and started to smoke, waiting for our trips to kick in. I started to feel the 'butterflies' within about 10 minutes of my dose. I knew I was about to be FUCKED up!!! I asked J if he was feeling anything yet. He said no. The butterflies got stronger and stronger. I knew that this was going to be CRAZY! I knew this trip was about to blow my mind. <br> <br> Now, I was starting to get a little scared at this point. This was the 5th weekend in a row that I had tripped. I was kind of shady about doing it in the first place. I was getting the feeling like I was going to flip out. This made me even more nervous about the upcoming trip. All I could think about was that I was going to go crazy. After all, who knows how many hits I took. I thought I took too much. I have never felt butterflies like that before. <br> <br> All I could do was stare at the floor while this amazing feeling crept up my body. J noticed I was acting a little weird and asked if I was ok. I said yes, I'm just feeling the acid start to kick it. He said ok and held out his arm to pass the blunt to me. Just as I put my hand out to grab the blunt from him, his arm started melting. It looked like hot candle wax, just dripping onto the floor. Pretty soon his whole body melted and was soaked up into the carpet. I was like WHAT THE FUCK!! I could hear his voice asking me if I was ok. I knew it was just a hallucination so I closed my eyes to get back to reality. I opened my eyes once again and it was 10 times worse. All I saw was white. I was in a completely white room. ALONE!!! All that was in there was me and the couch I was sitting on. It was like in the Matrix when Morpheus brings Neo into the computer and they are in the white room. I can still hear J talking to me. I look straight ahead and I see a tiny white light. All of the sudden it just gets bigger and bigger. Then it shoots out at me. Just like in the Matrix when all the gun racks shoot out at Neo in the white room. I felt a thump on my chest and I was back in reality. <br> <br> Reality was much more different than what it should be. When I came out of my trance I was tripping nutz. Everything was moving, waving, and jumping around. I felt like I was in a cartoon. I was tripping so bad my stomach started to hurt. I felt like I was going to throw up. I went and sat by the toilet then realized I wasn't going to throw up. My stomach was growling cause I hadn't eaten all day. <br> <br> So, me and J went into the kitchen to cook some food. At this moment he wasn't tripping yet. He told me he was going to eat a left over steak and I could eat whatever I could find. I decided I wanted some hot dogs. He heated me up two. When they were done we realized he was out of buns. I had to make use of what we had. I was so fucked up I took tortillas, spread ketchup all over them and rolled the hot dogs in them. About half way through this crazed idea J had started to trip himself. So, we were both really fucked up. He had a nice steak and I had hot dogs wrapped in tortillas. I looked and my creation and looked at J and said 'what have I done?' He looked at me and just laughed. <br> <br> We went into his room because DragonBall Z was about to come on. We figured it would be the perfect thing to watch while tripping. Believe me, IT WAS!!! The fast motions, bright colors, and intense fighting scenes put us in complete euphoria. It looked like the whole TV was shaking. I saw the fighters jump out of the screen and practically onto the bed. It looked like minature men where fighting on my lap. It was crazy! <br> <br> After DBZ me and J went to smoke another blunt. Then we realized we were both tripping way too hard to even begin to roll a blunt. So, we called some homies of ours to come over so they could do it. They show up about 30 minutes later. They roll up a blunt and we smoked it. Then we got our friend D to lick the inside of the vial. This was his first time to trip and it was great to see him that fucked up. He was running around like most first timers do. Amazed at what he was seeing. <br> <br> Me and J walked into the garage and found a big bottle of fruit bunch that said 100% vitamin C on it. We had heard that vitamin C increases your trip so we proceeded to drink it. It did increase my trip pretty well. We went outside and everything was wavy. The trees looked like kaleidescope images. I looked at his porch lights and saw rainbow colored streams shooting out at me. The feeling was incredible. I was in such a euphoria. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. I was truely in a perfect world. Surrounded by good friends with a great feeling. I was in a totally different world. <br> <br> Although I don't know how many hits I took it must have been around 7 at least. This was some dank acid too. Really good shit. I could tell right away. Well, that's my story. Be safe and have fun. <br> <br> Happy Trippin &amp; 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: 7824</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 11,589</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7824&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7824&amp;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)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</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="/chemicals/amphetamines/">Amphetamines</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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:59</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">70 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Pre-Babble: This was to be one of many experiences with LSD, the first being 6 months beforehand, at the age of 15. This particular story I choose to dwell upon as I felt it left numerous festering loose-ends in the intricate channelling of my brain. Since being noted 14 I’ve been smoking the greenery consistently and have downed various substances (Ketamine, Noss, Meth): I know the density of emotion/vacancy that drugs tend to evoke and am therefore less susceptible to fabricated paranoia etc – which relates to the below tale as it was composed mostly of fear and negativity. <br> <br> The Acid: acquired from a friend of a friend, around 30 tabs, apparantly ‘White Fluff’, Doubly dipped etc. Imprinted on each tab was a voluptuous set of lips, with an out-poked tongue. <br> <br> No intentional preparation although I hadn’t eaten that day <br> <br> 9:00 pm - 4 blotter tab orally <br> <br> 9:30 pm - Dexedrine orally (unknown amount nor how I got it) <br> <br> 9:30 to 10:00 – 6 pack of ale/J worth of Greens <br> <br> Tale: A few mates and myself set off for a party in a neighbouring suburb. I didn’t intend to take acid on the night as I’d downed too many in local times, and I could feel the fry seeping into my frontal lobe, if you take my meaning. 9:00 pm fell from the sky, (we’d arrived at the party half hour before, socialised etc ) and sure enough my mate suggests we “perpetuate this night” -with his impeccable insight into this language of ours- so we both took 4 tabs each. After an unknown hiatus of Absent-mindedly strolling around the perimeters I start to notice the preliminaries: speedy heart, rushing senses, physically uplifting electrics, confused visuals. Alls well at this point, I’m contented roaching, drinking a fine ale and conducting anthropology. My mate catches up with me, informs me of; chronological presence, him being off his nut, the novelty of drunken behaviour. Herein I must of fallen deeply into intoxicated limbo, as I only recall events in an incoherent fashion with no indentifiable connective string. <br> <br> I remember ingesting some amount of Dexedrine, which is thoroughly baffling as to how I came across. I recall working myself into a frenzy - induced by some trivial train of thought – and running into the ‘ fading eye’, which, in common reality, translated as a passing bus. Next thing I’m sitting at a bus stop profusely bleeding from the cranium, my brain spiralling at light speed, analysing the scenery in a blandly cynical manner; “fucking bobbing houses inhabited by pointlessly productive 9-5 citizens, thoroughly enlightened watching the idiot-box….uni-directional stimuli…motivated by food” etc. I must of become bored with myself and the clinical taste now becoming apparent in my mouth as I decided to walk back to the party, not as if I had any sense of geometry or spatial perception for that matter. <br> <br> Anyhow, I managed to arrive back to the now densely populated party, where someone must have noticed me and attended my wound as the bleeding seemed to have stopped with the application of a bandage whence next my memory shot into my current consciousness. The night waned and I remember being in different rooms greeted by blotted masses of black and blue visualisations which I didn’t find disturbing although now I do. I seemingly possessed an ability to make objects transparent, which I found aesthetically pleasing. Retrospectively, most of my visuals/thoughts/sensations were of a negative nature, which seemed to be what my seat of consciousness was solely composed of on that occasion. Which, I might add, is not my true self as I tend to be a light-hearted, mellow ‘strawberry field’ fellow with no interest in the ‘ill’. We, w being I and the e being my mate, left at around 2:00 for my mate’s house. I told him of my goings-on, and vice versa, mutually still tripping it was permissible to converse our then epic revelations etc. <br> <br> We arrived at the destination around 2:30, half way through the 5th hour of the trip. I was starting to come down at that stage or grow more numb as I like to say and just did. My mate just wanted to chillout with music and his “tranquil state”. I on the other hand, was in a deep struggle with my brain for some sense of mellowness, which since following the ‘fading eye’ I’d been at a loss to find. It was at this point that I regained my connection with my eyes I suppose, and I started to create evil, blackened images around the room. Even though I was sliding off the timeless merry-go-round LSD provides, I was still aware of intense visual distortion. My vision then suddenly felt as if it were splintering into a numberless amount of different dimensions, or states of consciousness. <br> <br> Then, like a picture forming, my immediate view began to transmogrify into a thousand interlacing eyes peering intently with their piercing pupils upon my retarded, simplistic insignificant self. At this I stood and stared, with glazed eyes as my mate informed me later, trying to comprehend the meaning behind such a depiction, whilst I felt a flurry of emotion engulf my soul from interest to apathy, curiousity to fear as if each had no reasoning nor meaning behind, just a different aspect of constant motion. At fear, unfortunately, I lost myself to and all that it entails followed. As fear is one of the most integral, primal emotions or reaction that any intelligeable being posseses, its easy to lose ones self to such and when it is a result of some vision or something that is not an immediate threat to mortality, like the fear of death or whatever, flowing emotion is rendered perishable or susceptible to all things ill. <br> <br> If all that shit made sense to you, the reader, then you can understand how I was frozen, laying on the floor with my left eye folding into my right, cross-eyed, perplexed, rendered utterly useless. Eventually I guess I passed out or something but I woke the next day feeling so fucked up and I found it hard to think, with an overwhelming feeling that I had done myself some permanent damage, which will perpetually reside in my subconscious, in other words, not easy to explain.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 26596</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 8,951</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=26596&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=26596&amp;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">30 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/zolpidem/">Pharms - Zolpidem</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">1.75 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </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 --> The experience that I am about to explain happened almost 2 years ago. My neighbor, who was my age at the time (17) used to give me 10mg Ambien pills for free. Apparently her mother had a script, but didn't take them. Well I had three at my disposal one night and had done some meth earlier in the day so was having difficulting even attempting to sleep (Time-1:20 a.m.). I figured I would take all three for a total of 30 mg, which I thought for sure would put me to sleep having been experienced with this drug previously. Well I was wrong, and I shouldn't have been so stupid since I knew that anything more than 20 mg for me comes with the possibility of 'blacking out'. By this I mean severe amnesia in which I cannot remember anything that has happened for many hours. <br> <br> The last time I remember that night is 1:30 a.m. After that it seemed I was instantly fast forwarded to morning and as i 'wake up' I find myself standing on a hillside not far from my house at 6:30 in the morning, smoking a cigarette, and tripping very hard (I also had some potent geltabs of acid stashed away too). I had not intended on taking any doses that night and wasn't even aware that I had until my ambien amnesia wore off. Now at the time I had a ten strip of acid and I started flipping out because I had no idea how much I took or at what time I took it, plus I had lost the rest of the acid (or took it all). I later found the cellophane they were in, it was at the bottom of the middle console in my car and the plastic was ripped like an animal had gotten to it. I was relieved to find I only took 1.75 hits, Which is strange dose, but i figure I was too out of my head to properly cut even doses. The trip was not at all pleasant, not because I freaked out or anything, but because i had no intentions of tripping, especially not on a work morning. I didn't even go into work and the trip finally subsided around 12:30 p.m. <br> <br> The reason I decided to write this report is to warn others how powerful ambien can be. I actually dosed myself, which i kinda think is funny now, but at the time I hated everything about it, especially being at my house with my parents home (not good) so early in the morning....I am very surprised they didn't notice something was up. Anyway that's about it...just remember ambien is a very strong drug not to be taken lightly (I have boycotted the substance ever since) and LSD too, is a very strong drug that is not so fun when taken at unappropriate times and unintentionally. Hopefully this report may prevent a similar instance for someone else, because I think my situation had the potential to be very very dangerous in perhaps different circumstances <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: 24751</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 41,456</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24751&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24751&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Zolpidem (143) : Alone (16), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <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">85 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I'm writing this report to make aware to people who are considering taking acid or have experimented with acid before to remember one very important thing, all acid comes in different strengths that can only be known after taking the drug. Unlike a bottle of scotch which has the alcohol content on the side of the bottle, acid comes in many different strengths. <br> <br> I had experimented a few times with acid and had only mild visuals that lasted for a couple of hours. I remember the first one which was a blotter and had a picture of a key with wings on it. I had a couple of other different ones with little effect and pretty much thought that I was a seasoned tripper who could take any tab of acid and be alright. Thats until I had my 6th trip. <br> <br> It was a friday night and me and my friend, lets call him G, had decided to go and buy some acid from a guy we had met a couple of times at local death metal concerts we used to frequent. This guy used to scare the shit out of me, he had a massive inverted cross tattooed on his back along with other scary tats and scars from self mutilation all over his arms. We paid him only half the price we had paid for acid we had purchased previously from other people and I was a little sceptical. The acid he gave us was a blank blotter which he reffered to as a 'White Tile'. I thought sure mate you probibly cut it from note paper about ten minutes ago, but I wasn't going to argue with him. <br> <br> So anyway, me and G got back into our car and dropped the acid, roughly 8 pm at night, and drove back to his place. We sat down in his room and played some music for a bit waiting for the effects to kick in, the whole time which I spent complaining about how I thought we got ripped off. After 30 mins had passed nothing. So I suggested we smoke some skunkweed I had to help bring on the effects. Whilst on my second joint the trip kicked in. The first thing I can remember is that it felt like one second I wasn't tripping and then the next second I was tripping stronger then I had previuosly before. It was really funny at first because me and G both started tripping at the same time. We decided to walk to another friends house about 3 kilometers away. Whilst walking there the entire time the trip was getting stronger. I would stare at parked cars and see them breathing in and out. Looking at my friend it seemed that his shaved head had now grown dreadlocks and all the trees had faces which were all looking at me. <br> <br> I told my friend what I was seeing and we both laughed about it, he told me that my face looked pale green and that I had fangs and large weeping sores all over it. By the time we got to our friends house I was tripping harder then ever. <br> <br> We sat in a small shed, lets call our other friend D, had in his backyard. We used to sit out there so his parents wouldn't bother us. It had three chairs around a small table covered in grafiti with a bucket of water on it which we used to smoke marijuana from using a cut coca cola bottle. G pulled out his weed and started to smoke some while I stared at the table, I was mesmarised by it, I could see faces which seemed to be only inches from my face smiling at me then withdrawing back to the table only to come back at me. I looked up at G at this point, roughly 11pm, and told him I was fucked up and tripping too hard. He offered me some weed and I said noway, in fact I decided to give my remaining skunkweed to D because I said I would never smoke it again (this turned out to be an acid induced lie). My visuals were overwelming, I found it hard to look at people because of the shit that I was seeing. And I had this overwelming thought that the shed I was sitting in was a small shed in the middle of a vast shanty town on which leaving the shed would mean that I was lost in a labyrinth of slums. <br> <br> G and D eventually convinced me that I would be alright and we left his house to go to the local 24 hour shop to buy some munchies. When I was walking in I couldn't stop looking at things. Everything was swirling and melting into each other then going back to normal then melting again. At one point the man behind the counter came up too me and asked me if I could close the door to the fridge which had the coca cola in it because I was standing there looking at it with the door open for about 15 minutes. This seemed like only a minute or so. I eventually grabbed a snickers bar and a coke and went to the counter. All I could do was stare at the man, because he was staring at me. It felt like I was staring at him for about 5 minutes or so before I reached into my pocket and grabbed a ten dollar note out which I promptly spent another 5 minutes staring at. I'm not actually sure if this was the actual time spent but my time perception was completely out the door. <br> <br> I eventually gave the man the money and walked out without waiting to receive the change and met D and G outside. They spent the next couple of minutes laughing at me because I was so wasted, which I had a little laugh at too. <br> <br> I think the the trip was still kicking in because things started to get even more different. I became aware of how unbeleivably small I was in the universe and felt a depression coming on due to the fact of how insignificant I was. I could feel the valves in my arteries opening and closing, and could feel the blood circulating through my whole body. I was able to look down at my chin which appeared to be stretched down to my waist, and was able to run my hand down it. I found at this point I was grinding my teeth alot and clenching my fists so hard that all the blood seemed to be squeezed out of them. At this point I wanted to go home. I threw my unopened chocolate bar and can of coke away because I didn't know what to do with them and started walking home with G. I remember walking past traffic lights which would change colour and give the entire night sky the same colour. <br> <br> By now it was about 2am. I got home and decided to sit and watch a little tv. I was all alone because my mother was out and felt shit scared something was going to happen to me. Everything was still spinning and there was a small green dragon next to the tv which wouldn't let me past to get to my room, so I thought I would wait on the couch until either it went away or the acid wore off. This is the time when my mother came walking through the door (I hadn't heard her car pull into the driveway), she asked me how I was and how my night was which I remember replying by saying with my eyes extremely wide open 'fine, just fine....I'm off to bed now, goodbye'. I remember her looking at me with this weird look, you know the 'what the hell is this guy on' look. Lucky for me she didn't follow to investigate. I pretty much spent the rest of the night lying in bed unable to sleep staring at a poster of a band called Obituary. The band members faces would come out of the poster to me and stare at me, which scared me alot, so I closed my eyes and could see a myriad of shapes and colours swirling into uniform patterns shapeshifting into different shapes marching accross my mind and could here a bubbling sound which I was convinced was my brain desolving in my skull......pretty cool huh? <br> <br> At about 7 am I was able to sleep. I awoke at about 9am in a sort of dopey hangover zombie like state. My brother drove us to McDonalds to get a burger and on the way back was nearly in a serious car accident, I remember the car skidding for about 10 metres at which I put the burger up to my mouth and had a bite, the car kept skidding and narrowly missed and oncoming car which was at that point I thought 'holy fuck what just happened', Needless to say by brain wasn't quite all there yet. <br> <br> From that experience I pretty much learnt that It was a huge risk taking the drug. I thought it was going to be a walk in the park but it turned out to be a ride to hell and back. I think that I couldn't have got through the night without my friends being with me and I would never take LSD again without someone with me to help lookout for me. <br> <br> So you want to know if I have ever done LSD again? yes, several times, but always with a trusted friend with me. I beleive that LSD opens up a part of your mind that allows you to see things new and unseen, much like a small child wondering and amazed at seeing something he or she has never seen before. <br> <br> Goodluck.<!-- 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: 24193</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 13,382</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24193&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24193&amp;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), Entities / Beings (37), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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 --> It was my 18th birthday, I was not planning on tripping or doing anything besides smoking a few buds and going to my kegger. My friends had set up a party for me about a half an hour from the town we live in, in a very small town I had hardly ever been to, in a house I had never been to. We were just getting ready to roll on out when I decided to stop by one of my friends houses to make sure she was still coming to my party and see if she needed a ride. when I walked in her house she was just hanging up the phone and she turned to me and said 'guess what birthday boy, some dose just rolled into town!' Well I had thought acid was my all time favorite drug, I had tripped about eight of nine times before and thought I had this tripping thing down, I was wrong. <br> <br> Let me tell you something really fast, in my town, 5000 people 60 miles away from any other 'populated' town, you get a pretty good idea of anything that comes around, what I mean by that is the speed, coke, weed, and acid are almost always the same quality as the last time give or take a little bit. The acid that came to town went like this: 1 hit= body high, 2 hits= mild trip, 3 hits= heavy trip and 4 hits= not fun anymore. This is how it had been for years, this is the way it is now. But on that fateful day, the exception that proved the rule came into play. <br> <br> I went to the dealer's house and he knew me pretty good, everyone knows everyone in a town of 5000. He had heard it was my birthday so he dumped out about 30 or 40 dark brown geltabs sifted threw them and pulled out one of the biggest in the group for a birthday hit. I thanked him and started to leave then thought, I didnt want to do this by myself so I bought two more to share with a few choice friends. I gave one hit to the girl that told me it was in town, now let me tell you now, she would always write me poems and shit about how much fun we had tripping together and how we were tripping partners and shit, the other I gave to me best friend that was a real straight shooter, smoked pot a few times, but never really got into the drug scene. He was one of those guys that everyone would see us and wonder how someone that was such a straight guy could be best bros with such a druggie. Well me and my buddy took our hits about 15 minutes before we left town and I gave the other hit to the girl when we were leaving. <br> <br> Most acid usually takes about 45 minutes to start getting the 'acid jitters' then I'm tripping an hour after dosing. We got the jitters and the 'seeing the glue behind the wall paper' type feelings when we were leaving, 15 minutes after dosing, that’s when I knew something was wrong, after all, we only took 1 hit. By the time we were pulling into the town of my party, 45 minutes after dosing, my friend kept saying there was no roof on the car. Sure enough I looked up and I saw the roof ripping away molocule by molocule, I could see the stars outside and feel and hear the wind blowing like crazy, I looked over to my side and the entire side of the car ripped away in the same way as the roof, I could ACTUALLY SEE the plants alongside the road and the pavement we were driving over! Keep in mind this is when most acid would normally just be taking effect. <br> <br> Well we got to the party and all my friends were there, I walked in and looked at one of my buddy’s sitting on a chair with ty-dyed flowers sprouting out of the walls and chair he was sitting on, then I looked at him and his face morphed onto an evil looking frog. By now things were getting insane. I tried to calm myself and sit down for awhile, that’s when I looked into the kitchen and saw a very cool tile pattern layed into the floor. Now this was a real pattern, it was all kinds of squares, rectangles, triangles, octagons, of all different color. I was looking at this when I noticed my heartbeat, then I saw that with every beat, a wave went out from my body and hit this pattern and blew all the little tiles up into the air, flipping all over the place, then falling back into position, this went along the intire length of the pattern, in one wave after another. That was the last good feeling I felt for almost 4 months. <br> <br> Now here is where my story will stop going in a line and just go from one weird thing to another, sorry for this, but I had thousands of thoughts ripping through my mind at the same time and I cannot tell you exactly what all happened in the right order. <br> <br> I remember looking into a part of the house that was not completely finished it had plywood against the walls, ceiling and floor. I made the mistake of stumbling into this room... I thought I was in a stall of some sort, I found the door and escaped but it was to late, the stall was already in my mind, buried for the moment, but soon to come rising up with a horrible vengance. I went and sat on the couch, and that’s when I started noticing that my friends kept doing the same thing over and over again. I mean they kept doing the SAME thing! I knew what they would do before they did it. And I started to become convinced that they were all trying to brainwash me except my buddy who dosed with me... Wait a sec, my buddy.. he's in trouble! I knew this, I had forgot all about him since we got to the house, then I went on a frantic hunt to find him. Find him I did, the guy I was responsible for, I gave him the drugs, he never tried anything like this before. He was curled up in the corner of a dark, dirty room with no furniture in it, he had his coat hood pulled up around his head and he was just layeing there in the fetal position, shaking and crying like a child. <br> <br> I went to find the girl I had givein the dose to, and she did the worse thing she could ever do to a person. She looked me right in the eye and said 'I'm not tripping, I dont know why' this was when I was trying to gain a little sanity and my buddy was reliving some childhood trauma, and this girl was saying the acid wasn’t any good. Turns out she had just got a new jealous boyfriend that she didn’t want to do drugs without so she hadn’t taken the hit and had saved it for him. I hate her. I lost my friend again and went into the trip deeper than I ever thought possible. I remember seeing a sentance floating in the air in front of me, I would read it but the end of the sentance was just the begining again, but I couldnt catch on, I just kept reading it faster and faster until it was a whirl of white letters in the air that sucked my mind into a very very very scary trip. I thought that I was stuck in a joke, the joke had 4 parts to it but the end was just the start again, and I relived the joke hundreds of times, just barely catching it at the start, but not knowing if me catching it was part of the cycle. I felt like it was some sort of sick sitcom for a higher being, that I had no control over, and I was never suppose to find out about. <br> <br> Now this got to a point where my mind could no longer stand the pure terror I was going threw, all of a sudden my mind was sucked out of the joke and I could watch it from a distance. It was total blackness except for something that looked like one of those 'shoe box managers' or little set ups you had to build in grade school, but each side of the box had a different part of the joke in it. I watched this for a few minutes until I lost all idea of where I was, it was like I fell out of the joke and stayed there, outside, watching it for a few minutes, then I fell. <br> <br> …When I snapped out of it I was in a huge line of people in a whirl-like pattern. Everyone was walking towards the center of it, towards a black hole, with mindless looks on their faces; and I knew it was the souls of everyone on Earth here, shoulder to shoulder, line after line. When the people got to the center and stepped into the hole they would fall out of the hole at the end of the line and start the walk again! I remember stepping right up to the hole, then getting a notion of what was happening and freaking out! I pushed my way through about 5 of these mindless people before the “system” got me again and I had to resume walking with no choice; but I was out of place in line, and in return, I knew I had lost my place in life. <br> <br> This is the worst part of it all. Do you remember when I was talking about the stall? Well I was still completely gone from reality and I saw myself turn into a cartoon. I watched cartoon trees grow up out of nowhere in a very dark carton forest. I knew something was in the darkness and soon I found out what.. the trees grew up one after another until they formed a wall the same color of the plywood, the same color as the stall, then the stall turned into a maze and I know this sounds so fucked up but it is the gods honest truth, I felt myself turning into a deer, I felt hair growing out of my face and my face growing longer, then I could feel my mind reverting back into some VERY primal state. Now as if being a little baby deer in a maze wasnt bad enough, I knew there was something in there with me, hunting me. Soon it found me, it was a GIANT cartoon buck, but it had human eyes and looked more like one of those christmas animation shows they use to show on FOX in the late eightys. (stop laughing, it was fucking scary) To tell you the truth, I dont know how I got out of that. <br> <br> Finally I pulled myself together, only because I knew my friend needed help, if I hadnt been there for him, I dont know if I would have ever got out of that trip. I managed to find him after we started coming down, but we were still REALLY fucking high, we walked outside and both said we had to get out of this house, both of us could feel a VERY evil presence in the center core of that old home. My friend looked up at a tree and pointed to it noshalantly and said, hey, it's spinning. I looked up and the tree turned into like dandyline branches spinning like there was no tommorow. I found out that the acid I took made many other people go crazy, the guys that had the stuff destroyed a house they were at and flushed all there shit down the toilet. I also found out that the 'one hit' I took turned out to be more like 15 hits. Well I'm about tired of writing this now so I will try to sum it up. <br> <br> I couldnt smoke pot anymore because every time I did I got sucked back into this trip, and this was a MAJOR lifestyle change because smoke pot was all I did for about 6 years. <br> <br> After this trip I was really going crazy, I had to quit my job because I was convinced there was someone behind the wall watching everything I did, just to make sure I didnt let on to their secret, finally after about 4 months of getting worse and worse, I pulled together four of my best friends and asked for there help, we went and bought some really pure LSD went to a place we all knew and felt good at, and we reprogrammed my mind, this was with my buddy that I got into that situation. Things weren’t better the next day but instead of slowly getting worse every day, they started getting better every day. Exactly one year to the day of that trip I woke up in my bed in a cold sweat and everything was flashing brown and black, then I layed back and I could feel something draining out of me, I smiled to myself and said out loud, it's over, then fell right back to sleep. I have had a few bad things since then but only when I beg for them, like getting spun out for 3 days then drinking and smoking dope, even then it is just very mild flachbacks that I can control. <br> <br> So thats my story, I hope someone learns something from it.<!-- 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: 18029</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 5, 2003</td><td>Views: 8,642</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=18029&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=18029&amp;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), Post Trip Problems (8), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> 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+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/5meo_dipt/">5-MeO-DiPT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 13:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1200 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/gabapentin/">Pharms - Gabapentin</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 20:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">800 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/gabapentin/">Pharms - Gabapentin</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">500 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/dmae/">DMAE</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">800 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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 22:39</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </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 --> 9:30pm: 2 microdots LSD <br> 12:00am: 8mg 5-MeO-DIPT <br> 3:00am: 100mg MDMA <br> 10:30am: 1200mg Neurontin <br> 5:00pm: 800mg Neurontin + 500mg Centrophenoxine + 800mg Piracetam <br> 7:00pm: 2 oz Alcohol <br> <br> At 9:30, microdots are swallowed. My friend H and I depart for a psytrance party at 10, arriving at 10:30 and the place is still fairly empty. We have our wristbands, so we decide to go and join our friends T and J at a local pub. H ingests two microdots as well at this point. We have a beer and socialize for awhile, returning to the party by 11:30. <br> <br> Walking back I was starting to feel the effects, but they are mild with no strong push. At midnight, I swallow some Foxy in order to bend the effects a bit to suit the atmosphere. This is a combination I had tried the previous weekend to good effect as well. H begins to feel the acid, but isn't having a great time, he decides to walk home. I stay, and enjoy myself. Around 1:30 my friends M and K show up, M is rolling pretty hard already and is having trouble with the environment. They ultimately decide to leave and invite me to join them. After leaving, I stop and swallow a roll to bring myself onto a more compatible plane with M and other folks I'm going to be hanging out with shortly who had dosed similarly. <br> <br> 3:50am - I feel the roll and all components come together in a confluence that I have to describe as simply magical. Sharp mind, with tactileness and no sense of overload at all, I'm loving this. We are chilling and listening to music at this point, then we go downstairs to socialize with some of the other folks at the house. They are watching TV, but ultimately we all decide we prefer quiet, and we just talk and hang out together for several hours. <br> <br> Around 5 or 6am (lost track of exact time), I have some nausea. I manage to keep it down by breathing and trying not to focus on it. I have to stop drinking water for awhile. Eventually it passes and I'm fine. <br> <br> M, K, G and I go over to M's place to have a lie down with a fire in the fireplace and chill some more. M and G decide to sleep around 7:30, but I'm still wide awake, as is K. About 9, K's trying to sleep, so I take a bus home, and pick up some breakfast at a nearby deli. Cheese and corned beef omelette, to go, and coffee, yum. I take some Neurontin to help myself sleep, GHB is not an option for me to sleep post-MDMA, and I recommend it never be done by anyone, based on negative experiences of myself and friends. <br> <br> Around 2pm, my phone rings, plans for dinner. Cool. I think about going back to bed. But damn, the Neurontin feels excellent, I don't want to sleep any more. I'm still kind of rolling. <br> <br> 5pm, more Neurontin, as the earlier dose has worn off and I like how it's been affecting me, and some Centrophenoxine and Piracetam are taken to help me stay alert for dinner and such. <br> <br> We go to the restaurant, and while we're waiting for the table, I have a rather large Jack Daniel's on the rocks. Nice topper. I'm practically vibrating with smooth creamy goodness. Not walking entirely straight, though. <br> <br> 10:30pm, I finally go to bed for real, still feeling nicely altered. Slept 12 hours. Woke up refreshed, no hangover, feel great. <br> <br> In summary: Don't do what I did, because it will make you THINK you're having a GREAT time, and really we all know that drugs are bad so it must be that you couldn't possibly be.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 22008</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 10, 2003</td><td>Views: 21,398</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=22008&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=22008&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 5-MeO-DiPT (57), MDMA (3), Piracetam (95) : Various (28), 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+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I haven't experimented with LSD since I was 14 years old, now, ten years later I have reached a point in my life where I feel that am in an enlightened state. I recall the experiences I had when I was a teenager, and I felt that I could delve deeper into myself in a drug induced state. I recently read some articles written by doctors who had administered LSD to patients and my curiosity was piqued. I regularly do yoga and educate myself on the teachings of other individuals that are also enlightened. <br> <br> So, at home, by myself, I took one tab of LSD, several hours later I was feeling relaxed and had a sense of being high but not to the level that I wanted to be at, so I took a second tab. An hour later I felt high. I made myself comfortable in my bedroom and relaxed in my bed. I felt some tension in my muscles and decided to get some lotion and give myself a body rub, I started at my feet. As I was rubbing my hands and fingers became tired so I started using the backs of my hands, my wrists, forearms and elbows as I worked my way up my legs. <br> <br> Then, the weirdest sensations came over me. It is sort of difficult to explain. <br> <br> At first my legs didn't seem like mine, I could feel myself rubbing my legs but if I didn't concentrate on them they looked like someone elses. I also had the feeling of a mirror image as I sat with my legs straight out in front of me and rubbed with each hand on each leg from my knee down to my ankle. I rubbed with different parts of my hands and arms, I felt like I was stretching out my whole body. I was working in circular motions the whole time. It seemed like, for example; when I was using my elbows on my legs that the friction was giving my muscles more energy and I could focus that energy on different parts of my body, like my face, which would then become more sensitive. I would fan my fingers in front of my face as see/sense trails, like when you wave your fingers in front of a tv screen. I started rubbing my face lightly with my fingers then more deeply with my knuckles and the back of my hand. <br> <br> I closed my eyes and relaxed and let my hands do as they wished, I was struck with the vision of a child waking up and rubbing his eyes. Then the vision of being in darkness and rubbing my face, head and body without hands, like I was trying to wake my body up, to sensitize it. Or rather like my body was trying to wake my body up because at this point my body felt seperate from my mind, my mind was quiet. As I started thinking again about what my body was doing, I thought that if I was not a human (and the thought of a cellular organism came into my head) I would have worked myself into loops, with the circular motions, and infact I became comfortably twisted up, to where no part of my body could rub upon itself. I was quivering with the energy and I directed that energy to different parts of my body which became very sensitive. My mind took a sort of snapshot of the position I was in and it seemed that the position could be taken as a sexual position where I was bound up, but I had nothing binding me. It seemed as though all my body wanted was to energize itself but the mind could twist that fact into many different ideas. <br> <br> I relaxed and untwisted myself, with my eyes closed I could see one of those spiral shapes (I forget what they are called) which are very intricate and colorful. I had the feeling that the body would spiral upon itself, inwards or outwards, forever, but the fact that I have internal organs and muscle tightness, keeps it from doing so. <br> <br> Also I had a sense of knowing that the body likes to work, it likes to be touched, skin is your biggest organ and it likes to move. It's the mind that can keep it from doing so. I felt very comfortable, relaxed and beautiful throughout the whole session. I realized many things. After the massage I went to my piano and played for awhile. I could feel the vibration of the notes in different parts of my body, some parts ached while I played, so I did some yoga to strech myself out. <br> <br> All in all it was a very cool experience, I didn't hallucinate but saw wiggellies when I concentrated on looking at something.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 28471</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 17, 2003</td><td>Views: 11,746</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28471&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28471&amp;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), Yoga / Bodywork (202) : Alone (16), 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">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Once on an LSD trip I invented non-linear text that interconnected at multiple points. This was created on loose-leaf paper but it functioned exactly like standard hypertext. Keep in mind that this took place in 1992, the same year the World-Wide Web was released by CERN and HTML (Hyper Text Mark-up Language) was first put in place around the same time. But like most people, I was completely unaware that the internet (and HTML) existed. <br> <br> I was having a surge of revelations about metaphysical/psychological/natural/creative matters and was writing furiously. I soon realized that my thoughts could not be expressed from beginning to end. As I extrapolated on any given subject, I found myself underlining words and phrases (that I intended to elaborate upon on a different page) and placing symbols after them. This basically worked like footnotes, but I was using non-sequential symbols like , @, #, $, %, etc. These symbols would prompt the reader (if he or she wished to read further about the underlined word or phrase) to go to the page with the corresponding symbol at the top. <br> <br> So I would write a page on body energy (for example) and would make a brief mention of the third eye. The Key Words “third eye” would be underlined and there was a symbol like after it. You could continue to read bout body energy or find the page headed with * and read about the third eye. This page would of course contain many underlined words and phrases. Each page was connected to some or all of the other pages on many points. I was a little frustrated that I could not figure out any linear way to arrange these pages from beginning to end, or any order whatsoever. After sometime I put aside the pen and paper and indulged in other activities (music, art books, etc.) and continued to enjoy a mild LSD trip. <br> <br> The next day I again tried to put the pages in some sort of order. After some time I realized that this was impossible. I started hanging the pages from my ceiling using thread and tape. I placed them a few feet apart from each other and began to connect each underlined word or phrase with its respective page using lengths of thread and tape. Soon this became impossible to complete. My room was so full of criss-crossed threads that I could not crawl over, under or though them. It was like shoe-string Indra’s Net, a room-wide web of tape and thread. This project was abandoned for practical reasons and the pages given to various friends who were impressed (even if somewhat confused). <br> <br> It was not until this year that I suddenly realized that what I had made functioned as low-tech hypertext!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1992</td><td width="90">ExpID: 28531</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, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,891</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28531&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28531&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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 --> Prior to April 09. I had never done a hallucinogen, and like many people I feared LSD. I had heard way to many stories...'I knew this guy who no this kid whose brother killed himself on it' you know those kinds of stories, and honestly believed in the fairy tale horrible experience that occurred on TV would occur in me. I was quite judging of the 'those' people who had tried Acid before. Overall I thought it was a sketchy Drug. <br> <br> The past couple of months I have gone in a separate direction with my life. I had been using more like abusing marijuana for 2 years now, and had barely gone a week without it. Which left me basically depressed as hell about life. So in about January I changed alot of things. My diet changed cut out soda...refined sugar...junk food basically I lived off of rice and vegetables. I ate some meat at least 3 times a weak though but very little. I also moved out of my house which was HELL on earth and in to a trailer filled with people who loved me and desperately wanted me to do well. <br> <br> So Ive spent since January extremely happy probably the happiest Ive been in years and living life for myself again. <br> <br> Ok so that’s just some background on my mental state. <br> <br> So it's a normal high school art room setting, I’m chillin working on a painting I turn to my favorite DD and ask him whats new on the scene he says 'acid’. I immediately shudder don't know what to say then it occurs to me, I NEED TO TRY THIS. <br> <br> So I buy my $10 TAB which I later find out is expensive for ACID and then take it around 2:15 pm. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone because of the stigma attached to it. So I felt fairly secretive about it. So her I am with a piece of aluminum foil in my hand with a tiny little piece of paper in it. <br> <br> (I FEEL RIPPED OFF) <br> <br> I was still a little scared/anxious about taking it but understood that I was about to embark on something that I couldn't change my mind on once I had started. I understood that it was extremely counterproductive to be worried about it so I just let go of that emotion and took the tab. <br> <br> I decided to document the trip in the form of a letter to my friend who was debating whether or not he wanted to try it. So here is the letter.... <br> <br> Dear P. <br> <br> I’m sorry I couldn't stick around long enough to wait for you to get out of Drivers Ed. I am writing you this because that seems to be what I feel like doing right now. Trow brought them to me wrapped in tin foil I almost threw it away , That's not funny though. but anyways....This feels so fuckin awsome. The past hour has been a euphoric roller coaster climb. I just keep getting happier and happier. Every time I talk to the parental unit I cant stop smiling, she probably knows something’s up but that’s ok. I’m not sketched out about her presence at all, it’s actually really comforting to know that she is there. <br> <br> 3:00pm The visuals haven't come yet but I suspect they are on there way. <br> <br> 5:30pm I have no idea why people make such a big deal out of this. As I see things not much has changed I'm just extremely happy right now that’s all. <br> <br> 5:44pm Everyone seems so fucking nice! Similar to when you're stoned like the 1st 15min of youre mourn high that’s what I've been feeling I just started to shake a little not violently but more like the shivering you get when you are cold. Right after I noticed the stove and floor blend into each other. Literally like in a blinder. The freaking TV is flickering not intensely but its flickering. <br> <br> 6:15pm Watching this war on TV is crazy. Iraq is a beautiful country. Its people are finally being liberated! Liberation to the Iraqi people what the fuck does that even mean. NO MORE SADDAM! I know what I feel right now doesn’t even compare to how happy those people are. Something tells me it wont last Long. <br> <br> 7:46pm I just ate dinner watched a funny ass commercial that I cracked up at forever. Finally shut the TV off. Trow was right about not watching T.V. as soon as I turned it off the visuals took a hold of me. This would definitely be better for me at least if I was smokin weed. I get intensely focused. Only when you are intensely focused does the acid start to take effect. Probably why for some this is not a good idea to do. Had I realized this hours ago my 'TRIP' I love saying that would be a lot different. So No Horror stories. This papers starting to move up and down like its breathing. It's not scary though because if I just look away it stops. HOLY SHIT the most intense hall. yet. The words on the paper started to move its doing it again. They move when I’m writing and focused. guess you would say this is not a bad trip at all. I’m sad that I waited so long before I understood how to see things. <br> <br> 8:11pm J.R. just called me. My favorite hippie. Normally I think bad news getting back into cahoots with him but fuck it. I miss that kid so much. Its not worth it for me to even fight it. THIS is not scary at all. Easily you can make yourself not 'tripped out' If I let my mind wander fore even a second things are back to norm again. Could this be A DANGEROUS side EFFECT? Alls I know is that I am going to stop fighting it before it wears off. T. be very glad I left the rest of the tabs in my locker otherwise I would have taken it by now. <br> <br> 8:18pm THE REALIZATIONS (1 HIT of ACID 4 Hours Into it) <br> <br> SHUT OFF THE TV WANT TO UNPLUG THE PHONE. I HAVE RULED OUT ALL THE POSSIBLE DISTRACTIONS they are nothing more than distractions. <br> <br> It is really easy to continue on with everyday activity almost easier than with WEED. The hallucinations take patience. In this fast paced world we live in where we want every fuckin' instantaneously acid's hallucinations do NOT configure into that way of thinking. The more I look for them or rather don't look for them, depending on which way you would prefer to look at life. In the same instance I realize this I realize other things too. To much thinking. Pin can't write fast enough fuckit this is a pencil...Ahhh crazy now the pencil is moving fast enough so that I dont have to slow down my thinking. Lights are flickering in the background my eyes seem to never catch it though its just background junk. Think I am going to go outside. <br> <br> (I wrote little side notes to myself so on the letter there are little purple sticky notes attached to certain places where I was having thoughts on top of thoughts.) <br> <br> 8:40pm I was out outside gazing up at the clouds pass the moon. Just as the trees started to open up and magnify the moonlight. I was rudely interrupted by the fuckin telephone. I ask myself why I am sitting here writing this in the dark, there is just enough light now for me to see that that I am not writing on top of words. Words on top of words would look pretty messed up. Even worse illegible which would defeat the purpose of me writing this to you. The paper shifts, the pen is writing what I am thinking I am not. The rearrangement of the words on this paper is interesting. REAL or NOT REAL? TO BE OR NOT TO BE? THAT BY GEORGE IS THE QUESTION. <br> <br> If I had some weed right now I would be experiencing things alot differently. Why is it that I continue to want more out of these things. If I have learned anything it's that trips are what you make of them. If you stop fighting it which I have been for fear that this might turn into something BAD. (a prejudgment I had in my mind about ACID) If I could just free my mind. <br> <br> * Ones hallucinations are just reality shifts. What’s real and what's not real are clearly balanced. The 2nd reality comes only when I stop fighting it.* <br> <br> THIS IS A HIGHLY BEARABLE SENSE OF BEING. <br> <br> I know that while I am writing this I am missing out on some HALL. the ones I am experiencing now. For instance my skin has continuously blended into my kitchen table, but only when I allow it to, I just watched the lines in the wood creep up my arm I became the table I had to look away and when I stopped looking it stopped. Brown skin brown table. Blending trying to become one again, out of fear I kept fighting it. <br> <br> * DO I HAVE A HOLD ON THIS ACID OR DOES THIS HAVE A HOLD ON ME?* <br> <br> A current has just taken over my floor and caused it to move like the ocean. I am desiring for it to consume me. I want it to in a sense CAPTURE ME. <br> <br> I will miss this when its over. I am the ultimate escapist. Not only do I want to escape my reality as I know it but I want to get lost in it TO BE KIDNAPPED but it. WHY THE HELL DO PEOPLE SAY THIS IS SO DANGEROUS? <br> <br> I HAVE CONTROL seemingly not what I wanted but its what I have. I’m thankful and unthankful at the same time. MY GLASS IS LITERALLY HALF EMPTY AND HALF FULL. <br> <br> My heart starts to pound I am clearly uncomfortable with this thought. Why? Am I yearning to be out of control ? I just had a scary thought while watching the floor move. Would I steal for this? Would I beg T? to let me take one more TAB in school tomorrow and promise to pay him back later, when I got the money? I HAVE FOUND MY CRACK. I have never heard of acid being highly addictive. I am sure there are dangers in doing this too much, but as far as I’m concerned this shit is not for everyone. (More For me that way HHAH)No but seriously there are alot of people I would not recommend this too. preferably people like myself with OBCUMP personalities. This is like nothing I have ever experienced before. IT IS NOT SCARY. Now I just want to do more. I just don’t want this experience to end. Which was basically me writing for hours. My pen keeps disappearing in and out of the paper its hard in the dark or in the little moonlight that I have to tell if I am even writing at all. <br> <br> <br> <br> Taking one HIT of ACiD was a good idea for the 1st time. It's just enough to allow you to make a decision about it. It's not to much so that I can't differentiate between the real and not real UNWILLINGLY &gt;. Its just enough to go in and out of my trip as I please. <br> <br> <br> <br> The bible was written by people who were absolutely fucked out of their minds, or they had these super human abilities to exist on different levels of reality. NO WONDER PEOPLE THINK THEMSELVES TO BE GOD ON THIS STUFF, All you can relate to the experience is god or something unhuman unearthly, never before have I been able to think the thoughts I have had tonight or see the things that I see now GOD is a perfect explanation for it all. I guess things/ thoughts that seem worldly surpass what you thought you believed or is what you attribute to god or holyness whatever you want to call it. ITS JUST ABOUT UNDERSTANDING* Whether or not your beliefs are the same as you thought them to be before you tried ACID, while you were on it and while you’re off it. Its just about trying to make sense out of life. <br> <br> That is what I am afraid of, but at the same time is the reason for me to even be doing this. I want my mind to be freed and for life to make some sense but it still not willing to embrace the change. Good or bad tripping on not its life. <br> <br> I NEED TO GO BACK OUTSIDE. NO MORE WRITING FOR NOW. <br> <br> 10:15pm Before I go out though I have to write down this thought. Will I believe the fairy tale acid stories of things jumping out at you and trying to eat you? I am not going to be impressed by them anymore. I have finally done what I SWORE TO GOD WHAT I SWORE TO MYSELF AND OTHERS I would never do. This 1st ACID trip was it just a cock tease? Am I to do this again or any type of hallucinogen. AM I being seriously mislead? IS THIS REALLY AS DANGEROUS AS PEOPLE (mainstream America) made it out to be. All I know is that I wouldn't recommend this to everyone? Small dose this isn't unsafe? Hell I didn’t even notice I was on it while watching TV but had I smoked the endless amounts of KB I want to or think I want to this might have turned out very differently. <br> <br> Now I am going to venture outside just me my puffy down jacket and my hacky sack. Playing hackysack underneath the moon and stars. <br> <br> 9:51 It no longer feels natural to write so much now SO I will stop. <br> <br> * THIS WAS A VERY GOOD THING FOR ME TO DO*<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23081</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 28, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,420</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=23081&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=23081&amp;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), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/alprazolam/">Pharms - Alprazolam</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <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>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 7:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 8:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.0 ml</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/14b/">1,4-Butanediol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.0 ml</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/14b/">1,4-Butanediol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 10:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.0 ml</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/14b/">1,4-Butanediol</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 --> It started off a fun night. The night after thanksgiving, the day of 'unlearning' for my friends and I. We traditionally dosed on psychedellics on this long weekend as a sort of release from the monotony of work and school that never seems to end. <br> <br> Friday night, I took 2 1mg xanax pills just to ease myself off into the trip. About half an hour later, we dosed on the LSD, I took 3 hits. The night was fun and eventful. We talked for hours about the past, the future, our plans and our relationship with one another. But as the night drew on, and more LSD was consumed, I felt that I should bring my trip to a proper ending with the most powerful sedative I had, 1,4 butanediol. Normally, 2.5-3mls of this stuff will put you in a sleepy state. Being on LSD, I overcompensated, perhaps a little too much. I started off taking down 3mls in one gulp. After a little while, it began to work, but nothing too noticeable. So about half an hour later, I took another strong dose. An hour later, another, and then an hour and a half later, yet another. The last thing I remember was an extreme feeling of fatigue fall over me, and then sleep was upon me. <br> <br> I awoke in pain. I was fighting to get up and doctors and nurses held me down to a bed. They were sticking a catheter in me, and I had an IV in my arm. I had a breathing tube around my head and I was scared. I passed out again. I woke up later, and puked all over myself, the doctors turned me on my stomach, and again, I passed out. Finally, I woke up 8 hours after I had initially dosed, and found out what had happened. <br> <br> At around noon time, my girlfriend awoke to me choking on my own vomit. She said I kept tilting my head back and puking and I made this sick sort of gargling sound. If she hadn't called 911, I don't think I would be here writing this warning. GHB, GBL, 1,4 B, they're all very very dangerous. While they can be fun, they impair your judgement tremendously. And if you're reading this now and thinking, hah, what an idiot, that would never happen to me, think again, because I used to say that. I used to think I knew everything about drugs, and I would never OD and I would never get sick. Well, the only thing I know is that you never truly know with drugs, because once they are in you, they are in control.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 28853</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 3, 2003</td><td>Views: 29,922</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28853&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28853&amp;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), 1,4-Butanediol (51) : Hospital (36), Overdose (29), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This happened awhile ago, I'd say in about the summer of 1998 or so. I was 22 and I'd just moved in with my boyfriend (now my husband), and his psycho little brother had moved out. So I was very relieved and happy (that the psycho was out of my immediate life). Our apartment was a crapheap, a former crackhouse, and they were remodeling it and the rest of the building for the entire year we lived there. But it was Sunday, and the workers claimed they'd have the day off. So me and my man took two hits of acid each. <br> <br> I was feeling great when it started. I was happy and looking forward to painting, drawing, talking...just hanging out. For some reason I strongly needed to get naked as I was born. My husband started making out with me, then there was a knock on the door. The construction crew had been called in to work on the plumbing and to install our new sink. We of course told them it was a very bad time, so they set to work on the apartment directly below ours. I hid in the bedroom closet with the cat in my arms, scared out of my mind. My was heart was racing and I was afraid of being found out, and everything that may have gone with that. Arrest, parental disapproval, being abandoned by a severely judgmental friend. Basically, the trip was sent on a permanent negative course. And it lasted at least 12 hours. We ended the night by seeing an Aphex Twin concert and those giant bears really freaked my shit out. <br> <br> All day I could hear the pipes being banged and I could never tell if the men were in our apartment or not. We actually checked the bathroom several times. I could hear everything all at once, and I couldn't tell where any sounds were coming from. People outside may have well been standing right next to me and whispering in my ear for all I knew. After awhile we went into the front room to listen to music. I believe it was Beck. He sounded so real. Like I could feel him. I don't know how to explain it. It's like I decided I knew exactly who he was just by the sound of his voice, and I dubbed him one of the few genuine good people on the planet. I watched the wood grain of the floor dance in sync with the music, and was quite amused for awhile, then I was horrified. We shut off the music and just lay on a futon by the window, watching the swaying branches of a huge tree outside. <br> <br> I heard a woman yell at her kids, I heard a slap, screeching tires, swearing...Everything all at once and from everywhere again, but this time I all I heard was misery, evil, and pain. But when I looked outside I saw the beauty of the clear blue sky and the vivid life of the tree. The contrast between the evil of us and the beauty of nature seemed wrong and sick, and then I started crying for all of the idiots that make themselves and others miserable on purpose. I decided it was on purpose. There was no need for this diseased society after all. After my crying jag I followed my husband into our bedroom. I curled into a fetal position on the bed and starting whining, 'Make it stop. Make it stop.' Over and over. I held my hands over my ears but I could still hear everything. The cat jumped up with me and lay right against me purring as I sobbed uncontrollably for at least fifteen minutes straight. Then I looked at her face. It seemed concerned and confused. This somehow struck me as hilarious. I then proceeded to laugh hysterically and loudly for twenty minutes straight. Then the cat became frightened and ran off. This spun me back around to sobbing. <br> <br> After awhile my husband decided he needed to have sex with me, I didn't really want to, but I just let him. It was horrible. I felt bent to suit someone else. Like I was being bent to unnatural shapes, like putty. I felt invaded, like a deflating balloon, like I was shrinking inside of myself, and being turned inside out. Like my muscles were shrinking and shrinking. Like I would sink into the mattress and drown in its fabric. I kind of wanted to. Then I heard footsteps. I paid them no attention, because I'd lost all ability to discern where a sound was emanating from. But I'm sure the front door opened, and I heard a man yell back up to someone. I heard laughter, and him amusedly inform someone, 'They're out of it.' Then the door closed. When It was over my husband was very clingy and apparently had a completely different experience from me. Later he said it was beautiful, close, almost ephemeral. He really doesn't like hearing my side of it. <br> <br> I was starting to feel myself again. But I was still far gone. We for some reason we closed ourselves up in his brother's former room. I think because there was nothing in it really. The least stimulus available seemed the best amount. I leaned against the window. Suddenly I was afraid of falling through. I thought I was very fat, but I wasn't. Then I saw a drug dealer and I wanted to fall out and on him. It seemed funny somehow. I actually had to exert mental will and pressure on myself to not do it. I forced myself to the floor and away from the temptation. <br> <br> Then we just stared at each other. We never said anything, or we did but didn't realize we were, and we had a conversation. We were convinced we were on a telepathic vibe. Finally it was subsiding to something very faint, and that's when we went out to the Aphex Twin concert. Afterwards some guy was talking to my husband. He congratulated him on having acquired 'someone like her.' And I was very confused. Mostly because I'm filled with quite of a bit of self-loathing. Which I now know, means I shouldn't do acid.<!-- 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: 7996</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 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,595</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7996&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7996&amp;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) : Sex Discussion (14), 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><a href="http://treefingers.8k.com/home.html" target="new"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="Author Home Page" align="RIGHT" border="0"></a> </td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/bupropion/">Pharms - Bupropion</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/risperidone/">Pharms - Risperidone</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 --> A few years ago I was prescribed Welbutrin for depression. Apparently I developed psychotic tendencies which could be attributed to the Welbutrin, so my psychiatrist prescribed for me Risperdol, an anti-psychotic. Why he didn't just take me off Welbutrin and prescribe another anti-depressant is beyond me. <br> <br> One night I dropped four hits of LSD and proceeded to have a very intense trip. About 5 or 6 hours later it was time for me to take my usual dose of Risperdol. I was still tripping very hard, and was not expecting to come down for another 6 hours, but surprisingly enough, I was completely down within half an hour. I should have realized that this was going to happen as Risperdol is in the same class as Thorazine which is used to end bad trips in the hospital. <br> <br> Some interesting side notes about Risperdol. In short, I hated this drug. It made me feel disconnected from the world. I'm usually a person with very intense emotions, but Risperdol seemed to suck all of it away from me. I didn't seem to care about anything. I enjoyed spending my time watching tv, and settled into a mundane existence. After taking the drug for some time I began periodically skipping doses. This was very pleasurable as I would begin to FEEL again, and my emotions were intensified by the previous numbness that seemed to envelope me. Overall I think Risperdol did more damage than good. Luckily enough, I have been free of all prescription drugs for over three years, and even stopped using psychedelics because I felt that I wasn't in the right state to use them and realized that I had begun to abuse them. It is only recently that I've felt confident enough to be able to use psychedelics in moderation and gain the best from 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: 29950</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, 2004</td><td>Views: 40,235</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=29950&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=29950&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Risperidone (253) : Unknown Context (20), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ct2/">2C-T-2</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ct2/">2C-T-2</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</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"> </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">155 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is not a winning formula. The combination of LSD and other phenethylamines, such as MDMA or mescaline, is well-known to be terrific. (I only know the first of those combinations firsthand... I consider candyflipping to be the most decadent psychedelic experience available) Thus I had high hopes for LSD + 2C-T-2. However there is something about the 2C-T-2 experience which causes it to be completely and totally swallowed by acid. <br> <br> (It should be noted also that people's experiences with 2C-T-2 vary very greatly. Some of them find it extremely rewarding, whereas others don't get what the fuss is about. I'm in the former camp... but 2C-B barely works on me at all. Go figure.) <br> <br> Anyway, the experience in question took place at a certain festival in the desert in the late summer. The LSD was taken around 6 PM, and the 2C-T-2 maybe an hour or an hour and a half later. A small amount of cannabis was smoked, uh, I think after the 2C-T-2 dose. <br> <br> What followed, anyway, was indistinguishable from an LSD + cannabis experience. Nitrous was inhaled at a certain point, maybe around midnight, and of course, it was spectacular, but there was still no hint of the 2C-T-2 visuals or mental signature at all. <br> <br> 2C-T-2 was taken again at around 3 AM. Even then, nothing happened. Finally, at about 5:30 AM, around sunrise, the LSD was more or less wearing off. And THEN the 2C-T-2 happened, in full force and amazingness. As I pedaled my bicycle across the desert floor, I saw it turn into water, I saw words written across the mountains, I rode my bicycle at the sun and I felt pulled into the solar embrace. <br> <br> Of course, you'll have to trust my experience with psychedelics that in fact whatever I had experienced earlier in the night was due to LSD and not 2C-T-2, but it will be easy for anyone who has done both drugs to admit that the visual and experiential signatures of each are quite different. The combination wasn't a particularly unpleasant one or anything (though because I was going to combine the two drugs, I did less LSD than I would otherwise have done, thereby leading to a more watered down experience than I might have liked for a while) but it has absolutely nothing to recommend it. <br> <br> Hopefully someone who is thinking about doing the same thing will take a look at this and reconsider and save their drugs. 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: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 29947</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 26, 2004</td><td>Views: 11,795</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=29947&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=29947&amp;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-T-2 (53) : Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> As I started to feel the effects of the acid working on me. I started feeling very nervous. I felt my self leaving the world I had known for so long, and entering a strange, new forbidden land, that only few people will ever see. My room was lit by black light. There were strange posters hanging on the wall. I had a big mirror with flames, teardrops, stars, and planets painted on it with fluorescent paint. All this only helped to separate reality farther from me. 'Ricker' I said, trying to draw his attention away from the rock and roll magazine he was reading. ' I'm trying to read this' he said, not realizing how scared I was becoming. My other friend Tom did notice though, and tried to help me to calm down. 'I am leaving reality' I thought to my self. 'Isn't anyone going to stop me' Just then there was a knock on the door. 'What's going on in here?' It was my dad asking as he appeared in the doorway. I thought that he had been sent as an answer to my thought, to try and stop me. 'We're burning incense' I answered knowing full well it was the smoke he was talking about. I was hoping he wouldn't see the bag that was laying out in full view. <br> <br> I still had not lost a complete grasp of reality yet, so I started getting mad when he said he did not believe me. And he said he knew what we were doing and that we were ruining our lives. 'I wish he would leave' I thought to myself. As soon as my thought was finished he left. It almost seemed like he had heard my thought. He had failed to stop me and I was slipping farther and farther away from reality. Or was I? I started to lose control of my thoughts, They started to speak to me on their own. 'This is a normal experience that happens in some peoples lives.' My thoughts explained to me. 'This was meant to happen.' they continued. The universe, and life would mean nothing if no one knew what it was all about. There are some who are chosen to know it. It is extremely sad to know these things, but someone has to know what it's about, because of this people who are wicked are chosen to find out these realities. ' <br> <br> As my thoughts continued to explain all to me, I seen a huge wheel made up of billions of people. It was like a giant whirlpool. The wicked people would reach for vices that were scattered throughout the wheel. These vices were used to draw those reaching for them more and more in to the center, until they would find themselves in the center. The center was like the eye of a hurricane. those in the center suddenly found out the sad details of life. It was a kind of hell. The ones that never see the center are the ones spared the sad realities that were being explained to me. That was their heaven. I was in the center of the wheel. My thoughts continued to explain more. At times they would animate themselves through things or people in the room. 'There is no God. Religion is just fables that are piled up layer by layer through time. Life is just a pinhead of senseless time, in the uncountable spans of time, that always was and always will be. There is no beginning and no end to the universe. People use this time to work, play games, and indulge in vices. Smoking, drinking, and swearing are the things that brought you here.' My thoughts explained. <br> <br> Just then John turned to me with a joint and said 'want a hit' and laughed. These thoughts seemed so real to me, and were so extremely depressing, that I couldn't bear the things I was shown. 'If I could go through my whole life without seeing all this again' I thought, 'that would be a heaven enough for me'. I seen a pack of demons entering through a window as my friends were laughing and partying. I started wishing my dad would come back. All of a sudden my dad walked back in to the room. It was like someone was reading my thoughts and orchestrating the events according to them. My father started telling us how we were ruining our lives again. My thoughts started to take control of my mind again. My thoughts would use what my dad was saying to continue my lesson about life. My father was a doctor. He was planning to take the whole family to the Philippines where he grew up. He told me that he was going to show me how hard he had it. He said he was going to show me where he had to work at a fishpond as he was growing up. <br> <br> As he talked about it, my thoughts were telling me that the fishpond was my origin, my very early descendants came from the fishpond, and that all life came from the water. He told me he would show me the pond, all this stuck in my mind. He told us that education would get us through life. As he was telling us all this, I seen him as being an equal. Age meant nothing in the vastness of time. I thought at this point he knew what was going on with me. I thought he wanted to have a friendly conversation with us. He was still standing in the doorway, so I asked 'why don't you come in and join us?' I really did mean it, but he thought I was telling him to get lost in a sarcastic way, so he left. My thoughts ended the lesson telling me that although life is a sad senseless fact, some people try to find some fulfillment , although not much, in somehow doing a service to their fellow man. My thought's last statement was that no one, not even a religious person could save me from this sad and senseless life. <br> <br> Every one left except Ricker, he was spending the night at my house. 'Let's smoke another joint' he said. ' No' I answered, 'I've had enough.' 'Aw come on, lets not ruin a good buzz, I'm coming down' he said. 'My dad caught us, everything went wrong tonight and you want me to smoke another joint? I asked. As I was saying this, a song started playing on the radio, Suite Judy blue eyes, by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. The song started out 'It's getting to the point where I'm no fun any more, I am sorry.' It happened again like someone read my thoughts and put them on the radio. I couldn't figure out how that kept happening. Finally convincing me to go outside and smoke a joint, we headed for the stairs. On our way out I heard our dogs scratching at the door, I went to let them in. We would chain them to the door at night. When I let them in, they would run in to the kitchen to see if there were any scraps that might have fallen on the floor. <br> <br> One dog ran in to the kitchen and stopped suddenly because he didn't want to slide on the linoleum floor. I didn't realize that that was why he stopped so suddenly. I thought that he had seen something in there that frightened him. When I went to look I seen a huge rattlesnake in our kitchen. I was alarmed, then I reasoned, we lived in Ohio how could there be a rattlesnake in our kitchen. Still being cautious I approached it very slowly. As I got near it, it transformed into a paper bag. We went outside and smoked another joint. I felt much better outside. We went out for a walk. I looked up in the sky and each of the millions of stars turned a different color. There were some radio towers off in the distance, as I looked they turned in to a futuristic spiral city. A plane was flying past the towers, it turned in to a space ship. Tom and I talked as we were walking. He was telling me he wanted to have the most fun in life. As he was telling me this, his ears started getting pointy, and he started growing a goatie. He started turning in to a devil. 'What's the matter?' Tom asked, as I quickened my pace to get away from him. He didn't know what I was seeing. <br> <br> We went home. I couldn't get much sleep that night. Every time I would close my eyes I would see planets, stars, and galaxies. The next morning in the shower I couldn't feel the water. My body was numb. I could tell that the drug had been really hard on my body. I told myself I would never do it again. Even though the thoughts were so convincing when I was high, I remember thinking the next day that there still might be a God. It was easier to consider it now that I was no longer high. While I was high I was convinced there was no God.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1975</td><td width="90">ExpID: 11238</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 27, 2004</td><td>Views: 15,698</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11238&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11238&amp;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) : Families (41), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <br> On Feb. 23rd, 2004, I ingested one hit of LSD. After an hour, I started to feel like my 'soul' wanted to tear out of my body, this felt pretty chaotic, so I sat down to meditate and clear my mind. I stayed meditating for five hours straight. It was an extremely deep meditation, it is even possible that I could have fallen asleep, but I did open my eyes about every thirty minutes just to reassure myself that I was still sitting there. In this deep meditative state, this is what I saw... <br> <br> <br> (This is just a brief sample of the overall concepts that will need further explanation.) <br> <br> <br> I saw the entire history of humanity--from beginning, to the present, like as history textbook visually depicted throughout my sight. <br> <br> I experienced the birth and fall of countries, <br> <br> I experienced the pain and suffering of humanity throughout time, <br> <br> I pondered and imagined the future--what is the highest evolution of humanity? <br> <br> I realized how this body and all of its maintenance/ methologics/ procedures/ and mechanical processes--such as eating, pissing, drinking, sex, washing, and shitting, chain down the psyche and pollute and corrupt pure thought. Once we are free from this body, only thought will exist. Pure thought without the chains of the body and all its weight, just may be the highest evolution of humanity. <br> <br> <br> What is pure thought? <br> <br> Pure thought has no inhibitions (mental or physical), no negativity/pessimism (these are disruptive and vexatious to the 'spirit', they cause frustration and unnecessary conflicts). <br> <br> Pure thought is just, humane, and has a well-balance of birth and death. <br> <br> <br> Pure thought is also being disconnected from this crude and ugly body, which is currently mere encapsulation and transportation for the beholder of pure psychic energy(a synonym for pure thought). <br> <br> <br> Pure thought is also disrupted and inhibited by drinking and smoking--which are petty little escapes that only get one by temporarily until the next time. <br> <br> <br> I have realized: <br> <br> I need to take life more seriously. <br> <br> I am now more humane (in realization of weights of the body). <br> <br> I am now more optimistic (pessimism and negativity are weights of the psyche). Pessimism is necessary in keeping one from being naive, but it should only be considered, and weighed appropriately with optimism. <br> <br> Only those who are weak, fail to allow optimism to succeed in their lives. Why be so negative when life is so short? Where will it get you? Like I said, pessimism keeps you from being naive, but you can simply be aware of the dark side to keep you from harm. I say 10-20% pessimism, 80-90% optimism. This will aid you in thought of the highest levels. <br> <br> * This all seems ideal, but it has been emotionally charged by my unconsciousness for the benefit of at least myself, if no one else will listen. * <br> <br> * Listen to your unconsciousness, do not fight it or block it out, it is only trying to help. * <br> <br> DMG <br> 25 Feb 2004<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 31407</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 1, 2004</td><td>Views: 10,022</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=31407&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=31407&amp;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), Glowing Experiences (4), 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"> </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">70 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I started taking LSD on 1999 and I used to consume it in blotter form every weekend (found that LSD tolerance was almost 7 days on my organism) till 2000. That was a whole year of LSD consumption almost every weekend. I started with doses of 1 blotter and after that year and a half my latest doses were about 5-6 blotters. I can say I never had a bad trip, and I decided to quit acid when the nasty after effects no longer had a positive relationship with the good effects. <br> <br> On those days I read a lot of information about flashback experiences but never really believed in them. <br> <br> After that acid marathon I got a magor depression that lasted aprox 6 months where I was heavily medicated with a lot of antidepresants like fluoxetine, prozac, haloperidol and mutabon D. Then I recovered and started living a normal life without drug consumption except tobacco. <br> <br> After 2 years of my last acid trip, while on vacation in a very nice wilderness place I was sitting on a rock and then I experienced a clear acid high. I was looking at a very steep hill and suddently it started moving in nice patterns, exactly as one sees patterns while on acid. It wasn't something uncomfortable. In fact it was really pleasant and there was absolutely no trace of the nasty anxiousness after effects common to LSD. It lasted aproximately 2 minutes and I enjoyed it very much. <br> <br> After that experience I never had any other flashback. But if they came again I'm sure I will enjoy them every much!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 32420</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 31, 2004</td><td>Views: 10,852</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=32420&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=32420&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:59</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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/tobacco/">Tobacco - Cigarettes</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is without a doubt the most amazing and memorable experience of my life! I am a 21 year old American, but I was studying in Melbourne, Australia, for a semster the year before. Melbourne is a very cool city, and one of her best features are the incredible botanical gardens right in the heart of downtown. This provides the setting for my story… <br> <br> My friend Nero and I had obtained several doses of LSD from one of our Aussie friends. According to our friend, these Bart Simpson tabs contained 900 mikes (micrograms). For any other substance, that is a miniscule amount, but considering that an average dose today contains only 60 mikes, this was bound to take us to the brink of insanity. We had these little friends stored in our freezer for about a week, waiting for our final exams to be over to celebrate. Evad, another friend we had met, was finishing his exams that morning too. We had nothing to worry about and nobody to answer to! Nero and I had both tripped before, but the most I had ever experienced was a slight body high. I was ready for the real deal. Evad had never tried LSD, and was a little unsure if he wanted to (as most acid virgins are) but he wanted to come along and take it as it came. <br> To start off, Nero and I each took a half tab, just to play it safe- 900 mikes is nothing to fuck with! We were going to meet Evad at his apartment a little later. We all prepared our trip bags: water, food, cigarettes, pot, toys, CD players, etc., and began the first leg of our journey. <br> <br> Melbourne has another salient feature: public trams that run up and down the main streets carrying passengers. It was around 2 pm when we headed out of our building and hopped on the tram for the five minute ride downtown. We met Evad outside his place and we all hopped on the tram again to make our way to the Gardens. Once we were there, Evad asked to try some. He decided to take a quarter hit; looking at the miniscule piece of paper it seemed unfathomable that there could be any effect at all. Knowing that the effects could take up to two hours to kick in, we found a nice big park outside the entrance to the Gardens and hackysacked for a while. We’re all big fans of the hack and it’s always a good mind/body activity regardless. We had some herb, but we wanted to check out the effects of the acid solo before doubling up. <br> <br> After about an hour, we still hadnt felt much so we decided to walk into the actual Botanical Gardens. Right when we got to the gate, I realized that if I was gonna do it I was gonna do it right so I opened our little container and popped the other half of my hit into my mouth. Nero did the same, and Evad took another quarter. We all smiled and knew we were in for an adventure! <br> <br> The Botanical Gardens cover a huge territory right in the heart of the city: you would never know there was a whole metropolis going on with daily life just a few thousand feet of you on every side. The climate there is tropical/temperate, so all kinds of plants are grown there: huge palm trees, tropical flowers, fruit trees, absolutely stunning! We walked around the paths for a while, just enjoying the warm sunny November day (summer was just beginning!) and we started to notice that butterfly feeling in the gut when I know it’s starting to kick in. Man, that is the best time cause I know I'm in for the ride of my life any minute now! About a half hour later we wander into an interior garden called, coincidentally, The Herb Garden. We are all a little fucked by this point, but we know that pot will really bring on the effex. Since no one is around, we sit down right there and spark a bowl. <br> <br> Woooow! Haha, this is where the shit goes down! Just as soon as we’re done, I was off my tree! Just looking at Nero’s face told me he was at about the same level. Evad was tripping too but not as severely. The ground was a red brick pattern, and it totally played with my vision. The straight cracks started to wriggle around on the ground like a family of snakes, and I was unable to take my eyes off it! Just knowing that any drug is able to do these things to my mind makes me wonder how much of our consciousness is determined by chemical reactions. Evad got up to walk a little bit and I followed, just needing to not sit down anymore. But about a minute later I had to sit down cause I couldn’t stand up anymore! Acid is weird like that. We were sitting there talking about how we were feeling and what to do now - I wanted to listen to some music cause I had always heard acid really brings up the audio experience. We each looked through the ten or so CD’s we had each brought from our own collections. The only CD that we all had was Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon! <br> <br> One of us got the idea that we should all put on our headphones, and that if we pressed “play” at the same time, we could all have our separate trips but still be totally connected! Thus was born the Tri-E-O. Most likely the best idea of the century. As the first track got underway, the footsteps racing across my mind made me feel like I was in some kind of an insane asylum. We were all watching each other, and someone would mouth the laughter at the same time as on the CD, but they were 100 feet away, and it was a totally strange and hilarious experience. As the booming transition into Breathe coursed through my soul I felt my feet lift off the ground and shoot me straight into heaven on the wings of angels! The music was in control of my trip and it made it so much better because now I could let my conscious mind drift into the background. I was staring in Awe at the rippling clouds reflecting the golden sunlight, and just then a duck flew across the sky, leaving miles of waving trails behind it. In an instant the sky had been turned from air to an endless living lake, all with the background music of my favorite album of all time. <br> <br> I knew that everything would be all right forever! Now I see why they say it was made to be listened to on acid - it was like I was hearing it for the first time! We wandered out of the herb garden and just wandered aimlessly, each in our own fantasy land. Someone would stop and dabble with what ever interested them - a leaf blowing in the wind, some ducks swimming in the pond… We ended up on a gently sloping grass lawn looking directly at the Sun. As Brain Damage (how fitting!) subsided into Eclipse, we were starting to come off that initial SuperTrip, but were still miles away from normality. We weren’t sure what to do now that PF had let us slip from its grasp. I wanted to hack, but Nero and Evad weren’t sure they were up to it. But we gave it a shot. It ended up being an almost transcendental experience. Normally, we’re all OK, each having a few of our own tricks but nothing phenomenal. But today was truly amazing! It wasn’t that we were doing fancy tricks, but the hack just stayed up for ever! When the hack was just a few inches off the ground someone would make an amazing save that never would have happened under “normal” circumstances. <br> <br> This went on for about an hour, after we had philosophized that the hack was a metaphor for life, that one person could drift away from the circle (normal life) with no repurcussions as long as the hack stayed off the ground with the help of your friends. Still not sure if this holds water, but Im testing it all the time J. <br> <br> It was now getting to be sunset, so we continued our journey through the jungle. We came to a huge grove of trees, and were staring at the leaves that seemes to be moving and crawling and screaming among the branches. This time it wasn’t just the acid - there were huge fruit bats everywhere! We just gazed at them for what seemed ages - some would be fighting with each other, hanging up side down and extending their huge leathery arms to grab at other bats dangling nearby. As the sun began to fade and darkness overtook the park, the bats began flying around more and more until there were these enormous bats flying everywhere over our heads! We had a cigarette and enjoyed the final remnants of our trip. The visuals were gone but we still had worms crawling through our heads. We walked to a pagoda and lit some incense, and sat there for a while just discussing whatever came into our heads. <br> <br> I (almost regrettably) brought up the philosophical idea that we each see our own colors that make sense to us and align with everyone else’s color spectrum, but are not necessarily the same color. We talked this into the ground until I feared my sanity would never return!! Our minds and bodies were spent, and we headed back into the (scary) world. It was now way past dark, and when we got to the gate where we had entered, the gate was locked. The funny thing is that it wasn’t just a normal fenc e- the gate was an arch with 6 inch iron spikes along the inside top, and the gate had the same spikes along the top. We were gonna have to climb through a tiny opening surrounded by deadly spikes, on acid!! Evad wasn’t much for this idea, being afraid of puncturing some huge artery and dying on the opposite side of the world from his home, but I was not about to walk a mile to the other end of the park to find the same thing. So sloooowwwly we each poked through the wormhole with no injuries to report. <br> <br> Somehow we had gotten very twisted around, and tried to leave the same way we came in, but ended up at the base of this HUGE monument! It was liking being warped from the Amazon to the Egyption desert! It turned out to be their WWII memorial, which we hadn’t even known existed. The intense lighting on the building contrasted with the surrounding darkness, making it soar above our earthbound feet. My favorite part was a huge “eternal flame” shooting out of the ground in front of the memorial. I became absorbed by it, the orange flames licking the air a few feet from my face lured me into a trance. A soothing calm and warmth enveloped my body. So this brings me to the end of the journey - an amazing day that would forever change how I viewed myself and this world. I hope this was worth the read…<!-- 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: 8053</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, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,284</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8053&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8053&amp;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">3 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Skating on Thin Ice <br> <br> This is a rewrite of a dream labeled 'Lousy Dream Lived Out with LSD' posted elsewhere. I choose to rewrite it because that report was written approximately five hours after the dream ended, and was my attempt to solidify the events of the night, it does not focus on what I learned that night. At that point, I had no idea just what I'd learned that night. Of course. <br> <br> At approximately 9:00 PM I injested 3 microdots. I had taken two of the same distribution on a previous night. Call it the magical wheel of dosage, I chose to take three. :) Me and a friend who was not on anything at the time travelled over to a friends house and I parked and locked up my car, putting a note on my steering wheel reminding me not to drive until 5AM the next day. I have never had to read this type of note to avoid doing something stupid, but I write them to make myself feel better. <br> <br> We sat comfortably in the basement as I began my space-out. About an hour and a half later, the people I was with decided they were going to visit someone else who lived outside of the town we were in. I decided I would be better off going along with those I knew than walking around town looking for someone else I knew to spend my time with. It can be a long night by yourself if you're not comfortable and at home. <br> <br> I hitched a ride with two people I did not know, and I spent the ride mostly watching the interior lights of the car. When we arrived, I had not realized how many people who I had never seen before would be there. They all seemed friendly enough and after sitting at the kitchen table for a while I went into the basement to have a look at the musical equipment that was down there. A complicated system with a large stereo being monitored, sampled and equalized by a computer. I sat for quite a while in a chair tuned into the music. It was almost hypnotic, I can not describe it and I wonder if I would recognize it if I ever heard it again. I can not remember a single thought from this period that was not related to what was going on around me. I kept reaching for my pack of cigarettes but didn't manage to make it all the way to smoking one for quite a while. I was sitting there simply blown away. After a while people started to go upstairs and I chose to go with rather than sitting in the dark basement in a house owned by people I didn't know. <br> <br> Before I went upstairs, I spoke to a group of people I didn't know who were sitting in another lighted section of the basement. I said hello and they replied in kind and asked how it was going. It was an effort to say 'I took three microdots at nine oclock and I have no idea what's going on.'. It felt to me like someone was rapidly pushing a reset button in the back of my head. Thoughts came and went, trying to hold on to them was totally useless. A young man sitting at the table replied 'That's ok, you don't have to know what's going on.'. I laughed, said thank you and went upstairs. I appreciated and appreciate that very much. <br> <br> We sat at the kitchen table some more, and a friend rolled a huge joint. I smoked it with them, just because it was what I would usually do. I talked with drunk people I didn't know. I told everyone that I had a personal conversation with that I was on LSD, and to please excuse me if I was acting strangely. I am sure I was managing to act fairly normal, the energy buzzing beneath my skin was amazing. It was a concious act to keep from gritting my teeth and tightening every muscle in my body. <br> <br> People went out on the back porch and played some hack. Normally I'm able to play well enough but didn't quite feel up to it. :) I followed because most of the people I knew went that way. A friend kept urging me to play but I didn't quite feel up to taking my feet off the ground. A few minutes later the people in the room stopped making sense. They would talk almost constantly but with disconnected words or short phrases, I must admit it was all fairly stupid and I can only assume reflects upon my thoughts on those people. <br> <br> While I knew I was tripping, I had never before hallucinated in this manner. All my hallucinations had been gentle and interesting and had not included people at all. I decided that everyone was playing a trick on me. (Great idea right?) I had an idea that it had something to do with the people that had been playing music in the basement. I waited for a while for them to give it up, said 'you people are crazy' (hehehe) and walked into the kitchen. People continued to talk nonsensically and someone in the kitchen said a rhyme about Jesus Christ (Christian religious figure) to the purpose of him being blessed with the spirit of god, coming down to earth and having nothing to do but 'piddle de ding dong dingus'... <br> <br> At this point I was starting to get a little scared. I went down a hall looking for the door, and talked to a young lady who I did not know. I told her about my problem, but she did not understand. I did not use the correct words, because there are no words to explain the manner in which people were talking. She asked me if I needed help, needed to talk to someone, and I replied that I did not because I had the strong feeling that she was talking about police. I decided I needed to leave the house, go outside and chill out. <br> <br> I believed that everyone was playing a trick on me. I was displeased about it (I was rather disconnected from emotion at this point.) and decided to walk down the street in the direction I guessed was home. I had never had problems deciphering reality from hallucination while dreaming of LSD and chose to stick to my guns. I began walking down the street in the direction I guessed was home but then walked back, deciding that I was not going to let anyone trick me into getting myself arrested on the long walk back to the town my car was in. I sat on the porch waiting for them to come outside and end the game. I began to wonder if I wasn't passed out somewhere and all this going on inside my head. (Another bright idea.) A short time after, my friends going back to the town my car was in came out of the house. Too short I thought.. <br> <br> Unfortunately, they were still talking garbage. People got into their cars and I asked one of my friends where we were going. He urged me to get into the car I had come in. I decided this was a good idea and did so. I thought that they would just drive me back to this house after driving around the block a few times. I asked them to stop the car so that I could get out. The driver said 'ok he has 15 seconds to get out or I'm taking off again'. <br> <br> This was a critical choice: A thought that just kept on recurring to me was: 'If I stay here, nothing ever happens...'. <br> <br> I got out and began walking home without another word. I had never been to this house before. I had no real idea of where I was. As I walked I thought of the two possible explanations I had thought of before the people came out of the house. One being that I was tripping and that people had played a cruel trick on me, the other that this going on inside my head. That I would live forever in this strange world where everyone talked garbage and went no where. My hell for a mistake. I had yelled loudly in the driveway when this thought occured to me. <br> <br> I believed that one of these two things could be happening and that my choosing the correct path back to the town in which my car was parked was connected with my returning to my reality. Believe it or not, I followed the roads that seemed more lighted, even after I had left the residential areas and there were no street lights. I followed the path that occured to me first. I decided that I would simply walk until I came down, and ask directions then. Or if I got lucky and got home, so be it. <br> <br> As I walked, I worried about what was actually going on. I thought for a while that I should stop and spend the night in a grove of trees. I had to be home sometime the next day and so I decided I had to get to my car that night. I thought I would go (?) insane if I did not keep moving. I decided to rid myself of my paraphenalia, and to put my drivers license under the insole of my shoe. <br> <br> I decided that I had decided what I was going to do, so I had better just stop worrying about it or I was going have bigger problems. I decided to count 1,2,3,4loop as a way of keeping my mind occupied. After a while I noticed that I had timed my counting to my breathing, a short while later I noticed that I had timed my steps to my breathing. After that it became much easier to walk. I later learned that this is a Buddhist practice: walking meditation. A good book on walking meditation is 'The Long Road Turns to Joy', written by Thich Nhat Hanh. <br> <br> I had many thoughts over this period of time, but I let them flow by me. I held onto the only rock I had, which was not to think at all. The unfortunate result: many of these thoughts are buried deep in my memory. Every day new thoughts from that experience return to me. Over this period of time, my reality and who I was faded till it was just a memory. I did not think of my name at any time during this trip, so I do not know whether I knew it or not. I believed that if I forget my reality, I would not go back to it at all, that I would be stuck in the nonreality that I was in for the rest of my life. <br> <br> After a long period of the walking in this manner, I experienced a blip. My everything was ripped away for a split second. I recognized that reality was more my creation than I had ever realized before, I saw the death rebirth process. Everything was quiet, and I looked about the void. I saw nothing around me, and thought 'Well... What now?'. I saw a point of light in the unimaginable distance, it moved towards me with immeasurable speed. As it approached I recognized that it was immeasurably large. It approached till it engulfed me and I was slammed back to reality. <br> <br> At the time, I did not know or did not choose to think about what had just happened. I felt only relief. I knew I was coming down, that I would be ok. I spent the rest of the walk thinking as little as possible. All this happened on my way to the freeway, I did not know if I was north or south of where I was trying to get and went the wrong way up the freeway for a good long time. I stopped at a populated exit and asked directions. I hitched a ride from a trucker just before daylight. I appreciate that immensely, the warmth of that cab was extacy after my walk in the cold. To this day I pick up hitchhikers, just to give back a little. <br> <br> When I got back home, I went to sleep shortly after writing a report of this and posting it to another website. Four hours later, a friend who lived in the area dropped by and walked into my bedroom. I looked up and he said something I didn't catch. He seemed to move a little too quickly into the room. I jerked up and awake and drop kicked the young man out of my house. :) I followed him outside and told him that it was NOT a good time and not to call me, I would call him later. <br> <br> All in all, I tripped for approximately 9 hours. I have a crystal clear memory of everything that went on, although I imagine that I will be piecing together my memory of my thoughts for the rest of this life. As closely as I can calculate I walked 25 miles that night, the soles of my shoes are almost completely flat. For approximately 2 hours I exhibited the sensory input and thought patterns of a paranoid psychotic. At no time during the trip did I lose control of what I was doing, the fight was to control my thoughts. The trip was at no time bad or good, it just was. I spent every moment after I left that room in emergency mode, thinking only of what I needed to do to be as safe as I could. <br> <br> The reality fracture that I had that night is as real as anything I have ever experienced. I was forced to choose a direction, but didn't really know it at the time. In the end I chose a very unique path. All through the time that I was at the house and with the others I felt the strong presense of other higher beings. They spoke to me through the movements and words of those around me and through my thoughts. Occasionally, I would get a reoccuring thought that was usually a statement. 'If I don't go, nothing ever happens.' etc. It seems to me that I thought clearly throughout, but that the problems remained. I am not implying that the silly and incorrect thoughts I had that night were placed in my head, but that I was able to choose to think above them... Or not. <br> <br> For about two weeks after that experience, I could see any situation from an infinite number of points of view. One was not any more or less real than any other. Some were plausible, some were not. I had only to choose from the ones that seemed most correct, the ones that I wanted. At the time that I am writing this report, things have solidified. <br> <br> A lot of my problems with people have simply dissapeared. I am left with the habits of my old thought. I have a long way to go before I complete what I started that night: the raising of my conciousness. It is a constant battle for me not to slip back into my old ways of thinking. <br> <br> As of the writing of this report, my ego has reattached itself stronger than ever. It has started to overshadow the surety that I had. Fortunately, it now yells and screams so loud that I can often recognize it for what it is. It's going to take a long time to break down the imprinting of a life time and return to balance. <br> <br> I stood on the edge of my world and looked off. Every choice I had that night corresponds to a way of thought, and I believe that I chose the only one that would let me see correctly. One thing I know, if I had chosen differently, I would never have known that I had chosen incorrectly. Whichever way you go, you 'know' it's the right way. <br> <br> My life is changed, I am changed. I am unbelieveably lucky, in that the change was for the better. I'd like to thank everyone who helped me to see the experience correctly. They have opened up many doors for me, gently and persistantly helping me to see the only way to deal with this experience. Things still might have gone badly for me in the end, had I not had help. As it stands, I have no worries. <br> <br> There is a lesson in this for everyone who has not learned it already. LSD IS NOT A TOY! I have only taken LSD five times in my life, each months or years apart, and this dream has shaken me to my core. It doesn't take much, it's entirely unpredictable. LSD dreams can be used to remove clouds from your eyes, and they can be used to reinforce ways of thought, and they can be used to build huge new clouds in front of your eyes. If you use it in a setting that causes you to think in a certain way, you will create thought habits that keep you thinking that way. You can not escape being changed by an LSD dream unless you know exactly what you're doing, so make sure that you change for the better. <br> <br> 'If you should go skating, <br> on the thin ice of modern life, <br> dragging behind you the silent reproach, <br> of a million tear stained eyes, <br> don't be surprised when a crack in the ice, <br> appears under your feet. <br> You slip out of your depth, <br> and out of your mind, <br> your fear flowing out behind you, <br> as you claw the thin ice.' <br> <br> <br> Alright, I couldn't help the quote. I've always been into Floyd, and all the meanings in Floyd's albums have flip flopped since I dreamed this up. <br> <br> Happy trails folks!<!-- 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: 8865</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 13, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,063</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8865&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8865&amp;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), 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">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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I am 19 years old, 6 feet tall, and about 160 lbs. The only drug I had done was weed and I had only been smoking for a few months. I had gotten ready for the trip by reading everything I could find about LSD on the internet. I had been waiting to try it for about two months. <br> <br> The day of the trip finally came and I was very excited. 4 of us were doing it that day. We decided the park would be a good place to do it. It was a very big park with a lake and lots of trees. I had my first cube (Each cube contained 2 hits) as soon as we got into the car. I felt excitment and wonder as I slowly sucked away at the sugar cube. It took us about 30 minutes just to get to the park. when we arrived the excitment and wonder had died down to a slight antcipation. We were at the park for about 15 or 20 minutes but plans had changed. It was getting cloudy and dark so we were going to stay the night at mike's house. I purchased 2 sugar cubes and used 1 so far. I had been playing around with the other one on the way to the car and after a few minutes decided to eat that too. <br> <br> I had now taken 4 hits of LSD on my first trip. <br> <br> I had been slowly coming up for the past hour when we arived at Mike's house. Mike was mean and very annoying but we had nowhere else to stay. His parents were gone and it seemed like a good idea at the time. We all hung out in Mikes living room and smoked weed. We had also smoked a little weed at the park. Everyone was in a pritty good mood except Mike. Mike was constantly complaining about things or making rude comments. Mikes house was not all that big but it was nice. There was allot of expensive looking stuff in his house like glass tabels and leather couches. A bunch of us went to the back of his house where there was a large swiming pool with a wooden deck around it. I was high from the weed and still coming up on LSD. <br> <br> I thought it might be a good idea to jump in the pool. I put my wallet and a few other things on a lawn chair first. I did a cannon ball into the pool and it was amazying. His pool was heated and the water felt wonderfull against my skin. I floated for a couple minutes but my friends wanted me to get out. They were a little suprised I had jumped in and Mike was upset and did not want me to come in the house because I was all wet. Everyone else went inside and because it was getting cold. I really did not care about the cold and just like on the deck looking up at the sky. At this point (~1:30 min form the first cube) I began to see strange things in the sky. It looked like a transparent layer in front of the clouds. like when I look at a light and then close my eyes I can see a faint purple/blue image of the light for a short time. It slowly became clearer and clearer until it was almost as real as the cloud. I was on back looking up and I saw transparent people standing around me in a circle. I could see more people behind and above them also in a circle. They formed a pattern of infinate complexity. <br> <br> They werent still images though. They looked as if they were breathing, moving, and had real expressions. It seemed as if one of them even walked away and someone else took his place. I could feel a sort of energy building within me and I had to look away now and then because it was too intense. I got up for a little while and then lie down again. This time I tried to conentrate more on what I saw and the people turned into a pattern which consumed everything I saw. My eyes were wide open and I was looking at the clouds but this time It was not transparent! I could not even see the clouds even though my eyes were open. I saw a bright pattern that slowly moved and I felt as if I could go into it. I did not want to go any deeper then I was so I stopped looking and got up. <br> <br> Now I was confused. I did not totally understand who my friends were or who I was. I got insine and Mike had me sit on a towel. I had been outside for maybe half an hour, but I was still a little damp. I half understood the situation. I knew I was at a friend's house and I knew that my friends were with me and I had jumped in a pool. What I did not understand was what was happening. It seemed like something was going on but I could not figure out what. I was shaken but I was able to make sense of what was going on after a couple hours. <br> <br> It got real late and people begain to leave. 3 of us were still tripping so we stayed. It was now just me, Mike, Joe, Jim, and John (not real names :). At this point it seemd like reality had been ripped apart. It was like I was seeing everything at a really low film speed. Everything was flickering. Everything left trails or afterimages. I was begining to miss normal reality, but at the same time it was kinda neat. I found that if I looked at something It would bend. We did a lot more that night but it was mostly more of the same. The effects started going away at about 6 am the next day. <br> <br> I have never taken any kind of medication and the only other drug I was on at the time was weed. Looking back I think it changed me for the better. I realized I was ignoring some things that were really important to me in life. The most important thing I learned is that life is fake. I used to think that god, aliens, or other dimensions might exist. I never really got into that stuff though. I just watched sci-fi movies from time to time and played computer games. Now I know for a fact that it's real. People always joke about how good money is, or sex, or cars. It all seems so worthless now. What really matters to me is love. Most of my life I did not realize 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: 8176</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 21, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,562</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8176&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8176&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 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> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 17:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/sertraline/">Pharms - Sertraline</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">142 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My friend and I had smoked about an eighth of some absolutely chronic weed and were very stoned when we were offered acid in a park nearby. My friend having done acid before decided that I needed the experience, so I agreed and bought 8 hits, my friend immediately consumed 4 whole hits of very good acid. I held on to mine. We walked home about an hour later and my weed effects were starting to wear down, I was feeling a little bit tired and hungry, so I decided to drop the acid about 2 minutes away from my house, I gobbled down the sugarcube (2 hits) and then another half (1 hit) and continued walking. My friend took another 1 hit, he was telling me that this stuff was amazing quality and I started to get excited. <br> <br> 0:10- no effects as of yet, talked to my parents and was a little nervous I would start tripping while talking to them. <br> 0:20- ridiculous body sensations, feeling odd and light headed, got some food and went to basement, weird stomach cramps <br> 0:50- the trip begins, I start giggling and I feel like everything inside of me tickles, it's very funny and I can't stop laughing, I am sitting on my bed drinking orange juice and my friend is sitting on his bed throwing a tennis ball up and continually missing catching it. <br> 1:00- stomach cramps, burping, strange nauseaus feelings which I ignore and enjoy the trip, time becomes bizarre, time skips (ie. 10minutes where I couldn't remember a thing that had just happened) <br> 1:40- almost 2 hours after taking it and the effects are still getting stronger, I am slightly scared it's never gonna end getting stronger but am having too much fun to care, my friend and I are making strange noises trying to communicate how we feel <br> <br> 2:30- playing with pillows, drew a 30minute blank where I can not remember a thing that has happened, just remember feeling and seeing orange everywhere, like flying inside a peach (coincedentally or not my pillow is orange) <br> 3:00- friend and I are silent totally zoned out occasionally broken by giggles it's now about 2 in the morning <br> 5:00- I pee about 15 times in the space of an hour, feeling awkward, giggles occasional, weird muscle twitches and cannot sit still, go to bathroom and look at face, VERY funny and scary, patterns on wall are moving in a spiral, colours are very increased, starting to come back to some semblance of reality but still feeling amazing and weird <br> 5:30- am I bad tripping, I'm scared, should I turn off the lights, I have no control of my body, my skins itchy, sticky, I'm a lizard, help... I tell this to my friend who's been with me when I bad tripped on mushrooms once, he didn't want me to bother him again so he told me, 'shh... it's ok man, you're fine, we took acid and boy it's good, it's about 4:30am we should get some sleep eh?... this was very soothing <br> <br> 6:15- we sleep <br> 8:15- my dad barges into the room, come on guys GET UP, time for your wilderness camp, 'what the hell?' I think... oh NO! I just remembered that I have a kayaking trip starting today and I haven't packed! oh my god I'm still absolutely ripped on acid! <br> 8:30- I get up in a hazy fog, my body feels like I'm being tickled by a thousand feathers, my vision is acidy, in a kind of flashy way, almost like a strobe light. I take a bath and feel all kinds of awkward sensations, I am tired too, but the trip is still at a good strong strength... but my mind is there too, I am feeling all the body effects, and a quarter of the visual strengths but I still feel muddled and confused. <br> 9:00- I start packing for the camp, I establish with my friend that he's still ripped on the acid too, our eyes are huge, we gulp down orange juice and I feel sick. but I try to concentrate on packing my bag, let's see I have a list in one hand... I try to read the letters, they are dancing around the page... fuck it, just grab stuff and fill your bag... <br> <br> Even this was complicated, we'd go through 5 minute laughing breaks, and stop and talk and forget what we were doing, it took nearly 2 hours to pack our bags, ( I later discovered that my bag was filled with useless shit ie. bath robes, 4 sweaters even though middle of summer, no shorts etc.) <br> 11:20- my dad drives us towards the camp but stops to pick up my sister from a seaport, my friend and I are in a small island village feeling intensely messed up after 2hours of sleep and of course the LSD... everythings skipping, like cars weren't moving fluidly they would disappear and reappear 10m ahead... I can't tell you how hard it was to cross the road, we were stumbling trying to find some weed while my dad waited for my sister but we only imagined dealers and were too nervous to ask anyone... we got back to my dad and in the car <br> 12:20- arrive at camp still totally whacked and meet all these new faces and total strangers, we must appear nervous but that's because we're hallucinating and they look more like 6 foot tall demons than teenagers. <br> <br> 12:40- we end up explaining to them we are still messed on acid and fortunately they are an open minded lot and talk to us about their experiences and trip us out by waving fingers at us etc. <br> 15:00- a few hours pass being talkative and meeting new people, visuals disappear and colours dim back to normal shades, body feelings continue, it's about 1 in the afternoon I think <br> 16:00- we go swimming I can not tell you how good and strange it felt. <br> 17:00- acid trip is all but memories and a vague tired feeling and giggly feeling, though we then pop 2 antidepressants each and come straight back up into a nauseaus speed frenzy <br> 17:45- antidepressant sickness ends, just speed feeling <br> 18:30- it's over again... the end... it was 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: 9290</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 24, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,395</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9290&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9290&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 26:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 26:00</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+ 194:00</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+ 195:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">68 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Hace dos semanas estaba muy ansioso por probar Xtasy y salir a bailar asi que hable con un amigo mio que podia conseguirmelos y fuimos a la fuente. Consegui una pastilla 'TT' y otras dos que no tenian nombre. El viernes 20, como se festeja el dia del amigo en la Argentina decidi probar las pastillas sin nombre porque me queria guardar la TT para la rave del sabado. <br> <br> Tome una de las pastillas a eso de las 12 de la noche, y deje que se disuelva en mi boca, su sabor no era feo. A los 15 minutos comence a sentir los efectos y mi vision comenzo a ponerse borrosa, al mismo tiempo que una sonrisa se instalo en mi cara para no irse en toda la noche. Pase a buscar a mi mejor amigo, 'el negro', y nos fuimos a un boliche llamado 'Margarita'. Mientras manejaba sentia que mi cuerpo no pesaba nada, y me sentia uno con el mismo auto. El negro estaba asombrado de lo bien que estaba manejando a pesar del trafico que habia. Entramos al boliche y no fue muy de mi agrado, me sentia muy bien, no necesitaba nada, por suerte pasaban musica que a mi me gustaba y me la pase cantando toda la noche. Me quede sentado ahi sonriendole a todo el mundo (me sentia muy bien, ni siquiera ganas de bailar tenia) hasta que se empezo a ir la gente y El negro y yo decidimos irnos. A la salida nos encontramos con unos amigos y los lleve a todos de vuelta para el barrio. Yo me fui a acostar a mi casa. Eran las 6 de la madrugada. <br> <br> El sabado 21 siguiente consegui pepas (asi se llaman aca a los blotters de LSD) Ciclista, muy frescas, y decidi que esa noche iba a ir a una fiesta Cream en 'CLUBLAND'. A las 2 de la madrugada pase a buscar a mi amiga 'J'. Era su primera vez en acido, asi que ella fue tomando de a cuartitos hasta llegar a 3/4 de pepa. Yo tome medio Xtasy TT y a los 15 minutos comenzaron los efectos y me puse a bailar. Tambien tome media pepa. Y despues de dos horas la otra mitad del TT. Baile toda la noche. Sentia que todo el mundo en esa fiesta comprendia lo que me pasaba, que todos estaban sintiendo lo mismo que yo, aunque mi parte racional, me decia que eso seria improvable y no me deje llevar por eso. Me la pase bailando y tomando agua y jugos de naranja. Luego 'J' y yo nos quedamos bailando con un grupo de chicos que estaban inhalando Popper. Mi cuerpo no podia parar de moverse al ritmo de la musica, cada tanto descansaba para no forzar mi organismo. Cada tanto ibamos a la pista de afuera para respirar un poco de aire y nos quedabamos filosofando. Nos quedamos ahi hasta que cerro y luego mi amiga y yo nos fuimos a dar una vuelta en auto. Luego fuimos a mi casa, y nos quedamos hablando de las cosas de la vida con una sinceridad increible. Todo parecia tener sentido. Una sensacion indescriptible. Luego la lleve a su casa mientras pasabamos en el auto un cd de Chemical Brothers. <br> <br> El sabado 28, decidi tener una experiencia un poco mas fuerte, y aprovechando que tenia en mi poder pepas 'Marilyn Monroe', hable con 'J' y fuimos a Clubland otra vez. Ella tomo una dosis y yo tome 2, una antes de entrar y la otra a las dos horas. Ese sabado baile como nunca, Mi cuerpo parecia fundirse con la musica y cerraba los ojos y veia maravillosas formas fractales, caleidoscopicas, como nunca antes. Esta vez con 'J' no podiamos hablar, estabamos maravillados y lo unico que podiamos hacer era bailar y bailar. Luego algo inesperado me sucedio. De repente mi cuerpo se puso pesado, como si no tuviera mas fuerzas para moverme y me sente en un costado. Cerre los ojos y vi las formas y colores mas maravillosas que jamas he visto. Toda mi vida cobraba sentido, me di cuenta de todos mis errores y supe porque me pasaban las cosas, llegue al fondo de mis problemas, un poco me bajonee, pero pude sobrellevar la sensacion muy bien y me concentre en las figuras que cambiaban majestuosamente al compas de la musica, los olores, y las sensaciones. No podia comunicarme con nadie. Me habia convertido en algo completamente perceptivo a todo lo que tenia alrededor. Estaba muy cansado tambien. Asi que le pedi a 'J' que me haga compañia en mi casa un rato para descansar y despues la lleve a su casa. Luego de descansar los efectos del LSD se fueron sin dejarme siquiera un dolor de cabeza. Fue hermoso.<!-- 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: 8463</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 22, 2004</td><td>Views: 1,981</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8463&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8463&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Mystical Experiences (9), Multi-Day Experience (13), 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">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">400 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/sertraline/">Pharms - Sertraline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Here is a good example and lesson on the dangers of drug interactions. <br> <br> I arrived at T's house early in the evening. Her mother had asked me to housesit, as the house has been subject to previous burglaries. Other friends, R and P, came with me. R cooked some chicken soup, as i decided to consume four 100mg Zoloft tablets (I later learned from the PDR that in no circumstances should any patient take more than 200mg of Zoloft per day.) I am also not a depressed person. Shortly thereafter I took two hits of LSD, forgetting about the Zoloft. I do not recall my exact motives for taking Zoloft, and so much of it. In about 20 minutes, I quickly felt the acid hit and was unable to eat any chicken soup, though I enjoyed standing next to the pot and smelling it. I was experiencing a rather pronounced case of synesthesia, as all of my senses seemed to be rather pronounced and indistinguishable from others. Primarily, I felt smells and associated them with warmth. I left the kitchen in order to take a shower, and began to feel extremely intoxicated, and not feeling quite so well. <br> <br> I attributed it to not being near the pleasant smell of chicken soup, and being in a bright bathroom. I was able to take a shower, though I had to constantly tell myself to remain calm, since I was starting to have rather strong visual and audio hallucinations, and my mind was racing and overflowing with senseless thoughts. Upon leaving the bathroom, I laid down in a bedroom and listened to DJ Spooky's album Songs of a Dead Dreamer, which somehow invoked terror in me. At this point, I was no longer able to think in English, but all my thoughts either manifested in a weird musical language or in some horrible gibberish. I began to get feelings that everyone hated me. I was not too concerned, and just figured the acid wasn't all that great, however it was much stronger than I had expected, or at least others having taken the same stuff told me it was sort of weak. I later learned that Zoloft works by increasing serotonin levels, while LSD, amongst other things, depresses them. This must have led to an intensification of LSD's effects, as well as some other bad interactions. Looking for some encouragement, I went into the living room where everyone was watching The Jungle Book movie and smoking weed. <br> <br> I felt a bit better, since it's a pretty much happy movie, and it boosted my spirits. At this point I believe things turned for the worse, since I am not sure of the exact course of events, but at some point I was unable to properly focus my eyes or see anything but a blend of colors and sounds. I somehow sensed that I was beginning to vomit, and i looked for a place to vomit, but could find none, eventually finding a toilet. I'm not sure how I found the bathroom, since I couldn't really see properly, but I found it all right. Anticipating future vomiting, I sat on a picnic table outside. People were concerned, so they came outside, brought me water and asked if I was ok. I couldn't really speak, but I drank some fluids, then vomited some more. In a bit, P suggested I go on a walk with him, to speed things up and ease the scattered thoughts. This helped, but I began to feel a feeling of rather intense sickness spread over my body. I thought that I might have food poisoning, and was convinced of the fact for quite some time. <br> <br> I came back to the house, and said I felt better, but then I felt much worse. R and T went to buy cigarettes, though I didn't want them to leave, thinking I might need to go to the hospital for food poisoning. I had eaten some old chicken earlier in the day, so this wasn't really a bad hypothesis. After they left I realized I would have to keep myself from passing out or dying until they got back, so this improved my mood, and I quit worrying about dying. A short few minutes later, I once again lost focus in my eyes, and began staggering about and trembling rather severely. I felt very hot and sweaty and took my shirt off. My vision became a total blackout in a bit, and i hunched over, but did not fall on the ground, fearing i might not get up. I lost consciousness for a brief second, then found myself still standing, but sweating so profusely that it was dripping off of my body very quickly. I felt very sick and weak, and P suggested I sit down, which I hadn't considered before. I laid on the hood of a car and let sweat evaporate. It felt very good and I was thankful for my body's natural cooling system. R and T came back, and I informed them that I would not die, and that I would be fine as long as I kept my morale up. I felt this information to be important. <br> <br> After a while I felt very cold, then went inside to take a shower to warm myself up. Once I was in the shower I realized that heat would be transferred to my body by the hot water much slower than it would be released by the water evaporating from my skin. By the time I realized this I was very cold, shivering uncontrollable, and felt gripped by hypothermia. At this time I was still tripping as hard as ever, so this did not improve things at all. I put clothes on, then jumped into a bed and bundled up, but I was unable to recover my body warmth, even though P and R had put all the blankets in the house over me. I began to lose consciousness and feel myself sink into a coma or something of the sorts where I had foreign and reptilian thoughts. I snapped out of it and looked up at friends for help. R decided she would lie in the bed with me for a while. After a few minutes of this, I was still very cold, but did not feel myself on the verge of losing consciousness, then was glad again for not dying. After a while I felt warm again. I kept drinking fluids and lying down, but realized my body had become very weak, and my jaw ached from shivering so much. <br> <br> After a while, I became very hot and realized I had somewhat of a fever. Being so weak, it was a great chore to stand up and walk to the bathroom, which I had to do a couple of times. The LSD had worn down some, but I still had terrifying closed eye visuals whenever I tried to rest my eyes. It was also difficult to lift water to my lips to drink. I began to think of the luxuries a hospital could afford me, but decided against it, since it would be so expensive. P brought me some broth and water for the protein and fluids, as well as some tylenol for the fever. I had become delirious and noticed myself mumbling and growling in attempts to ward off the sickness. After a while I felt I could safely fall asleep and rest and remain breathing. I had trouble breathing the whole night, and often found myself taking huge breaths and gasping to get more and more oxygen in. <br> <br> An annoyance was that I was unable to sleep due to the acid. What bad luck. I had noticed R was vomiting in the bathroom earlier, and I met her in the hallway for some reason, and she said she also felt very sick, and I realized it was the Zoloft making us sick, since she had taken 300mg herself. Acid having almost worn away, and confident I would not die if i fell asleep, I got a good six or seven hours of sleep. I woke up in the morning feeling burnt out, weak and sick, but I was extremely glad not to be dead. T later made me a little card that said 'Best Housesitter Ever.' What I learned: Zoloft is worse than I thought. I had actually thought of taking a lot more, say seven or eight pills, but for some reason decided against it. I'm quite sure I'd be dead if I did. Maybe this story can discourage someone from overdosing on Zoloft while tripping. 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: 8134</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 28, 2004</td><td>Views: 30,897</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8134&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8134&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Sertraline (88), LSD (2) : Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </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 --> Four or five of us were skipping school and hanging out at a favorite local tripping spot, a small woodsey area at the base of a hill on a local semi-private golf course. It was a weekday morning on a warm spring day and the course wasn't open. We were all peaking pretty good, joking and strumming guitars, just goofing around. But we were kinda quiet, too; we were not suppose to be on the golf course and we didn't want to be confronted and shooed away by the groundskeeper. Suddenly we noticed a young man, maybe late-20s, about 75 yards away, walking past us from our right to left. He was white, sandy hair, casual dressed with a light jacket and was toting a green fabric daypack. We really quieted down, but he didn't glance over, he just kept marching along right down a fareway. When he got directly in front of us he suddenly made a 90 degree turn and without missing a step he started walking directly toward us. <br> <br> I must emphasize that in making the turn, he did a fast half-twist in mid-stride, very amplified, sort of like player in a marching band, and it was in extreme contrast to the normalcy of his gait. Also, we had been watching him walk for at least two minutes before he turned toward us, and when he did turn, he created a right angle with his new direction. This seemed significant, too, probably because he wasted many steps by not turning in our direction earlier. Again, he had not once looked directly at us from the moment we noticed him. Nor did he look at us even once while he walked that 75 yards straight toward our suddenly silent group. He was looking down at the ground in front of him the whole time. As he approached the last 10 yards, he had to walk down and back up a small dry conctrete creek bed. Two steps out of the creek bed and right in front of our group he stopped and raised his head. He looked slowly around our group, and softly said.... <br> <br> 'Acid tears holes in the fabric that seperates this and the next world. If you're not careful you can get caught on the other side.' <br> <br> Then he turned around, walked directly away from us for about 75 yards, made a perfect 90 degree turn to the left and resumed on his initial way. While he was doing that walk away, we sat stunned, giggling and freaked out. It wasn't till he was out of sight that we lost it, all started talking at once and rolled around with the wierdness of it all. <br> <br> It's now 20+ years later, and my friends and I will all still swear this is a true story. I told it a while back to a shaman who simply said, 'It was a spirit sent to warn you about fooling around with LSD.' I also learned, years later, that in those days, one of our group, John, had been taking 4 hits of acid for every single hit the rest of us took. I think I did 2 hits that day, so John may have done 6-8 hits. John kept his habits extreme, and a few years later he REALLY totally fucked up his life with cocaine, so maybe he was the intended audience. I don't have a reason for the story, it just happened.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1979</td><td width="90">ExpID: 9880</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 6, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,372</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9880&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9880&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">150 ug</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 --> Firstly I regard myself as something of a (hateful cliche) free spirit. I practise Yoga every day and meditate at least three times a week. I believe this prepared me well for the LSD experience. This report is on what is probably about my 20th trip in about two years. I'll skip the usual 'Is anything happening?', rumours, myths and political innuendo here. <br> <br> About 2 hours into the trip (which I ingested at about 1500 that afternoon) I did my usual Yoga routine. (at this stage I was at about level 2 of 5 of the Psychedelic experience). I found breathing/movement coordination to be improved and my awareness of energy flowing through the body heightened. On the negative side, my balance was slightly impaired, though not significantly so. <br> <br> Following that I meditated for about a half hour. Initially it was difficult to calm my mind with the myriad of low pH flavoured thoughts but once I reached The State my meditation brought me through full course to a very interesting place. By allowing my attention to centre on my Brow Chakra (Third Eye) and allow that consciousness to expand outward to infinity after Hara Consciousness was attained I was able to fully remove my self from the ego and all games. I recommend the online paper <a href="http://www.erowid.org/spirit/yoga/yoga_info1.shtml">'Psychedelic Yoga'</a>. <br> <br> At around 7 I met with my girlfriend, and (personal details omitted). My experience of sex that night was one of heightened awareness of my partner resulting in a very intense experience (word to the wise-NEVER attempt to see a significant other without making them aware of your altered state. This will save your relationship. Think about it). Now. My trip reached its highest point at about 1030pm. 6hours in odd. The report below occurred with closed eyes lying down on my bed. I was not asleep. Here is my description: <br> <br> I'm standing in a dark field witha loomin g building to my left. The building is dark with a single light atop the building. I'm wearing a tattered tailcoat with long monk-robe like sleeves. ahead is a throne which I can barely make out. Thre is a nun in blue and white robes in front of the throne. I walk toward her. <br> <br> As I start walking I become aware of a huge funeral procession behind me. playing a mournful dirge in a sombre cacophany. They are also proceeding to the throne. When I approach the nun on her right hand side I see she is crying. She begins to scream as she waves a gold medalion back and forth. The crowd behind me appraches me slowly as though swimming in the air. The nun begins to cry. Tears of blood streaming from each eye and the crowd begins to attack each other. They bite, tear and fight. tearing pieces of flesh from young and old alike. <br> <br> I fall and cloe my eyes. When I open them I am at the foot of a staircase covered in writing I cannot read. I climb the stairs and look over the balcony they end in. There is a group of masked actors performing silently below me. I open my eyes to the swimming luxuriant silence of my real-world awareness. <br> <br> This was a pretty intense trip, but I would say an overall positive experience. <br> <br> Peace and Light. <br> LiquidSky.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 37128</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 5, 2004</td><td>Views: 17,106</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=37128&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=37128&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Meditation (128) : Combinations (3), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">112 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Let me start by saying that I was completely clean before this. Never been high, never want to - never been drunk, never smoked, nor do I even wish to taste alcohol or nicotine. But this, this is something different. And it's the only thing I've done. A few weeks prior a friend of mine had come up with putting me on acid, since, according to general belief, I rarely made sense anyway, and hyped-up I would surely be at least twice as interesting. he put the idea forward to me, so I went and spent about a week thoroughly researching the chemical and its effects. <br> <br> It was either a Friday or a Saturday night, and I had presented my friend with an enormous poster advertisment designed to coerce my fellow students into buying yearbooks - I had liberated it from the hall of our highschool earlier that week. We and another friend of mine had been driving around shortly after nightfall, and had stopped in the parking lot of one of our local theatres. we got out to take in a breath of fresh air, and my friend turned to me and held out an Altoid box lined with foil. Inside there were these two little squares of paper, and as I looked at them I became just a little perplexed. 'I just take one?' I asked, and he replied, 'Yeah, take this one, though, I think something may've happened to the other one to make it a bit weak. Just put it on your tongue, and hold it there, you can touch it to the roof of your mouth if you want.' 'Kay,' I said, and took it sitting down in the back seat. we drove around for a while larger, while my friends constantly interrogated me, asking if things were breathing (I had no idea), if car lights were streaking, and things like that. <br> <br> After we drove around a bit more, we decided to stop by a place where a few more of our friends work, and would just now be closing. When we got out of the car, I was aware of feeling slightly jittery, and was making the occasional grin every now and then. My other friend brought with him the poster, so he could show it off, and in we went. I stood around and looked about, and I remember someone telling a joke that was barely funny in the least, but I found myself laughing hysterically, actually to the point of having tears in my eyes. As I recovered, someone hit me in the back with the folded up plastic poster. I felt like I had never been more terrified in my entire life. The shock must have been readily apparent on my face as I stiffened, as several of my friends gave a light chuckle. Minutes later, I was hit with the poster again, and found it just as terrifying. Afterwards my friend took me to the bathroom so I could see my pupils in the mirror - I don't recall being particularly impressed, although this was most likely due to the fact I never pay attention to my pupils anyway. <br> <br> Sometime, during this brief gathering, plans had formed to go to a friend of mine's, Jessica's, where apparently everyone I was good friends with were going to to watch everything all come down. We got back in the car, and I made sure to lock the door; just in case I got some sort of stupid idea, which, of course, I didn't. About five minutes later I felt slightly nauseous and puked. I had the foresight to keep my mouth shut, but nobody knew no matter how many times I kicked on the seat. Eventually, after another desperate 'Mmm!' the point got across and my friend sped up to about 85mph so he could pull into the parking lot of our old middle school so I could puke on the entrance road instead of his seat. At this point, of course, I was coming up rather strongly and was having incredible difficulty with the door lock. I finally managed to open it, gave up on the seat belt, and leaned over and puked. I was duly impressed with myself - no mess, and I usually made one sober! After my friends made sure I was OK, we got back in the car. <br> <br> I was, by now, grinning like a madman. My friend stressed to me how important it was to act normal around the parents when we walked into the house; before we could get downstairs we would most likely have to deal with them. I nodded firmly, feeling like I had just been charged with a very important mission. We pulled up to the house, and as I got out I immediately threw myself into the ground and rolled around on the grass. Presumably, this was to wipe off the vomit that wasn't actually on me, but whatever. I felt like I was ready, said so, and we went up to the door. 'Don't say anything,' my friend warned, and I nodded again. Mission Impossible music was playing in my head. The door opened, and we were escorted in, and as we passed the parents, I felt brave. 'Hi!' I ventured, waving happily before I turned to follow everyone else downstairs. I had succeeded in fooling them! I felt like a total badass. We went into the basement living room, complete with sink, couches, lights, and a 50-billion inch TV. Everyone was there, just staring at me. I grinned. <br> <br> We spent some time just talking while I stared transfixed at the Ottoman. It had a wavy pattern to its cloth, and it was flowing and moving back and forth. 'Jessica! You have the coooooooooooolest Ottawa!' I exclaimed, and then abruptly stood up. 'I want some water,' I said, and headed over to the sink. A few steps behind the couch, I lost my balance and fell. I was helpfully informed that I needed to walk more like jello. As I stood up, I gasped, suddenly aware of the fact that my centre of gravity had been moved. I tried to explain this, but something got lost in the translation and I just blabbed, 'My crotch is falling!' This was met with widespread amusement and acceptance, and I turned to the sink, successfully filling up a glass with water. It was a glass but had that fancy almost crystal look to it. I held it in my hand and swirled it a bit, as if it had wine in it. I have never had wine, but, well, I had seen movies. I sure felt debonair. I was calm - cool, collected. I sat back down, leisurely sipping from my drink and acting normal. It lasted about, oh, thirty seconds, and after that we got into a conversation about magic tricks. <br> <br> Something started to form in my mind, and I will try to reconstruct my thought process of about two seconds here for you: 'magic copperfield showgirls TV trick watre glass tiger zebra Oz dinosaur apples trick magic stuff.' This resulted in me feeling sorry for the poor, exploited showgirls, and to show my compassion, I offered up, 'If I were David Copperfield, I'd turn my boxers into a lady.' This too was met with much approval, although I don't quite think anyone got my meaning. I lay down on the floor, and somehow mentioned that I had guts of steel. 'Didn't you vomit on the way over here?' someone challeneged, but I was ready! I was prepared. We had just learned about it in history, so I felt like now, right here, on LSD, would be an EXCELLENT time to show how smart I was. 'Yeah, but back then, I had guts of copper. They're steel now. They underwent the Bessemer Steel Process.' Another friend of mine, a grade level below me, blinked and looked up. 'What's the Bessemer Steel Process?' he asked, and I stood to tell him. <br> <br> I was peaking at this point, and drooling a little so I must've looked like I was foaming at the mouth. I wiped my mouth off, and nodded. 'Well, I'll tell you.' And I did. Kind of. A bit. I started on what was going to be an informative lecture, but somewhere I got sidetracked. A lot. Over and over. In the same spot. I had to keep being reminded, but since I kept losing steam, I had to start over. My friend put his hand on my shoulder and gently suggested perhaps I ought to lay down. In the hallway. Away from everyone. I wiped more spittle from my mouth, and agreed. I lay down in the darkened hall, and closed my eyes. I had some of the most incredible visuals I ever have. They were in deep tones of VGA, the psychedelic reds and greens swirling into some kind of vortex I was falling through. I was aware of demons clawing at me as I plummetted, and I raised and let my arms drop as I rolled from side to side, bumping into the walls and thumping my hands on the floor. I suddenly felt very snake-ish, and was aware of just slithering through grasses, tasting the air with my tongue. <br> <br> I lay there for about twenty minutes, relishing in the different realms of my consciousness before I got up and slowly walked back into the room. Whatever convesation was going on, it stopped upon my arrival. It was like one of those scenes when the kooky comic relief walks into a saloon in the old west. Everyone completely stopped and stared at me. I walked over, next to Jessica, and sat down quietly. 'So, what happened?' someone asked me. I grinned and stretched out on the floor, closing my eyes and splaying my arms out in front of me on the floor. 'I was....a snake...' I said, and wriggled around as I kept my eyes shut and visualized sliding and slithering around. I never divulged to any of them the rest of what I saw and experienced, as at some point I realized there was pizza. I had been playing with the dog the whole night, and as I got up, this time was no exception. I stood, and asked if I could have a slice. 'Sure, man, help yourself,' my friend responded. I stood, took a slice, and sat back down. It was delicious, and as I finished up the last of the cheese topping and was left with just the saucy remainder of the crust. <br> <br> I became acutely aware of the fact the dog wasn't around. 'Say, where's the dog?' I asked, and then glanced to what appeared to be a bloody chunk of meat on a bone in my hand. I was HORRIFIED! What a faux pas! Here I was, invited to her house, eating her food, and there! I had just EATEN HER DAMN DOG! 'Wait...no. That's stupid,' I said, and laughed. As far as I know, only maybe 3 people realized what I was thinking. Someone mentioned that someone else was coming over, and my friend conspiratorially suggested that nobody tell him I was on acid. I stiffened, picking up my glass of water again and instantly feeling suave. 'Yeah, okay. I can do that,' I said. I managed to remember I was playing it cool for maybe almost a minute before my underclassman friend looked at me. 'So...what's the Bessemer Steel Process, Will?' I gasped in astonishment. The Bessemer Steel Process! That had been YEARS ago! 'Wow, okay!' I said, and as he delightfully giggled and everyone else groaned, I launched into my lecture again. <br> <br> The newcomer arrived, and periodically I would blurt, 'Shit! I forgot where I was,' and after picking up my water and doing an awful job of acting normal for a while (30 seconds, tops), I would forget what I was doing and launch into the steel refining process again. I went on for, I'm told, about TWO HOURS. Two hours of the same four or five sentences rephrased constantly. It would have been longer, but the girl whose house were at distracted me with the jellybeans. Eventually midnight came around. and we had to leave - no boys after 12! We are apparently notoriously naughty and not to be trusted. It was time to say goodbye. I turned to everyone in kind, saying goodbye to them all. I even caught a reflection of the glasses in the TV, and bid adieu to them as well. 'Bye, Crystal,' I said, and nobody really paid much heed. We went back to the car, to my friend's house, and into the downstairs basement apartment. I crashed on the bed while he put on some Tool or something, leaving me inside the dark bedroom all alone. <br> <br> With the door shut, it was pitch black and the only thing I could make out was the phosphorescent glow of the plastic bat hanging from the ceiling. I felt like there was an infinite expanse of vast space before me, and as I closed my eyes I could hear the dull throb of the base and guitar chords in the next room. I saw the images of electric yellow oscillating and pulsing and cracking like light on my eyelids. I don't know when I fell alseep, but it was a GREAT night. There are several things that don't fit into any particular time frame - my friend trying to get me to tell him when a minute had passed, and me making feeble attempts every few seconds, or thirty minutes later, stabbing in the dark to guess. I remember petting the dog and becoming aware of the fact that with my eyes closed I was playing the dog like a harp. I saw bone and sinew stretched between as I plucked the cords, hearing the music that nobody else could. It was beautiful to me, but I garnered only horrified stares from the two people who realized what was going on. <br> <br> I remember a friend of mine walking in the room four times in a row, which completely bewildered me. I remember him putting the jellybeans up high, daring me to get them, and I simply jumped over the couch. Hot damn, I felt triumphant. There is lots other, but this is just what sticks in my mind the most. I've dropped acid almost twenty times since then, and love the experience every time, always new and different way.<!-- 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: 9891</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 21, 2004</td><td>Views: 8,093</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9891&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9891&amp;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">112.5 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/venlafaxine/">Pharms - Venlafaxine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've been taking Effexor extended release (Venlafaxine) for almost a year now for treatment of depression, currently 112.5mg/day. Prior to being on effexor, I had tripped many times with LSD and with mushrooms (psilocybes). Since starting on effexor, I have found that the effects of shrooms, and especially acid, are greatly diminished in comparison to similar doses when not on effexor. Friends who I regularly tripped with were having a great time, saying this was the best acid that had come around in a while, and I was barely feeling anything. The best way I can describe it is this: the trips started, but never got off the ground. About an hour or so after eating a few hits, i started to get the typical body energy thing that usually escalated into full-on trip, but the trip never came. I basically had a mild body trip for a few hours but there were no visuals (other than maybe some mild peripheral tracers) and worst of all, there was no head trip whatsoever. So I felt like i was tripping physically for a few hours and couldn't sleep, but my state of mind was absolutely sober. <br> <br> This has been my experience each time I have tried acid or mushrooms since being on effexor. Not necessarily a reason to go off of an anti-depressant, but certainly a very unfortunate side-effect. I've seen some other similar accounts with effexor and other ssri's and psychedelics, but I just thought I'd add mine. <br> -Be safe, Be wise. Know yourself, Know your drugs.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 35488</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 6, 2004</td><td>Views: 24,820</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=35488&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=35488&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Venlafaxine (191), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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> <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/datura/">Datura</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">1 cup</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/datura/">Datura</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 drops</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>(extract)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 cups</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> </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">118 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A friend of mine (P) got given some acid. Two big tabs. I was dubious but he was keen to share it. B and I had half each. I actually shared a quarter with another friend M but since it was ‘free’ acid which I couldn’t taste and seemed to be coated in alluminium or something I knew I’d need every bit I could get, so M didn’t get much of a chew and consequently didn’t feel anything (he’s never tripped before – this was my 10th time). After a little while sitting around drinking at P’s flat (which was full of strangers he’d randomly invited over having never met before) B and I were taken into P’s room, where I noticed some strange looking substance on a mirror. ‘What’s that?’ I asked. ‘Datura’ P casually replied. I was a little taken aback as one might imagine. Given that I was well aware of the dangers of Datura and never intended to try it I was a little shocked to learn that P was indulging in the wicked herb quite regularly. He even assured me that it was fine and that people only fuck out because they take too much. <br> <br> Anyway, we were going to smoke some pot but nobody had any, so P suggested we pack in a few bowls of Datura. I was reluctant but as I was looking forward to a fat night out and was well aware that the acid was shit I had a few puffs. It didn’t do anything. I don’t think smoking it actually works to be honest. However, about half an hour later, once we had smoked a little weed oil and I was beginning to feel the anxiety and restlessness that always accompanies the onset of acid, P gave us each a mug of mysterious hot water. It was Datura tea. I drank a cup. Someone said it tasted like oysters or clams or something. P and B had two cups each. Crazy bastards. We then decided to hit the town. <br> <br> As we headed into town P kept reiterating how wasted he was. I was feeling a bit trippy. My limbs were all quite heavy and I had the pleasant ‘fuzzies’ from the acid. Unfortunately it never got any more intense than that and for the rest of the night I was feeling decidedly sober. In the head at least. I only drank about half a dozen beers. This is mainly because the Datura fucked up my throat so badly that I had to resort to water. It didn’t help though. My mouth was fine – more saliva than usual if anything – but my throat was DRY. So bad was it that every time I gargled water in an attempt to moisten it, it was dry again within seconds. And very painful. Ruined my whole night in fact. I would say that’s reason alone to never do Datura, but of course there are many more. Strange things were happening by this stage. When I went to drink my water it seemed like a huge effort to get the sipper up to my mouth. I must have looked like an absolute retard but at the time I shrugged it off and simply thought ‘hey that’s funny. My arms are really heavy!’ <br> <br> I left two boxes of beer in the shop where I bought my water, so I went back to grab them and we headed off to the ‘roof’ – a regular drinking spot where we often go to finish off our drinks before hitting the clubs. When we got there though, we were kicked out straight away by a security guard. As I went to pick up the beers and move on I realized I didn’t have them and still have no idea where they went. By now things were very strange. I felt fine, mind you. Totally sober almost, except for a slight drunk feeling, a bit of the warm fuzzies and an incredibly sore dry throat. B on the other hand was messed up pretty bad. He threw up a whole lot of bile on the way into town (which can’t have helped his throat), and when we got there he was an absolute mess. He would wander along behind us for a little bit then we’d turn around and he’d be gone. So I’d have to go back into the crowd to find him standing outside Burger King or something just standing there staring at a rubbish bin. So I’d drag him along a bit further and then he’d just vanish again. He reckons that he could only mumble incoherently all night and that he waited in line at a food store and when he got to the front he emptied his wallet onto the counter and stood there mumbling at the attendant. <br> <br> All three of us were also noticing with alarming regularity that the ground kept falling out from under our feet. That I must say was extremely weird. Kind of cool though. At the time I just thought ‘hey, that’s funny. The ground keeps falling away!’ Eventually P went off to grab a taxi home (although apparently he didn’t know the way home, doesn’t remember how he got home, and didn’t make it home for another few hours!), while me and B went to catch the bus. I was feeling pretty sober by now (I actually think it’s possibly an effect of the drug that it makes you THINK everything’s normal – like when you wake up from a bizarre dream that seemed so familiar while you were dreaming it…). I was looking forward to going to bed. I jumped on the bus, paid my $5 fare and sat down with my back to the door across from D’s brother (D being the guy who piked out on us for the night). B followed me onto the bus. He may or may not have paid his fare, he can’t remember, but after a little while standing there (possibly mumbling to the driver) he got off the bus again. <br> <br> Before I had the chance to pull him back on the door closed and the bus started driving away. B just stood there waving with a twisted grin on his face. He was rooted. I chatted away with D’s brother all the way home quite soberly but every couple of minutes I would ‘snap out of it’ and start trying to use my computer, thinking I was at work. I’d start typing, notice my keyboard was gone, sketch out, then realize I was on a bus and sketch out even more. It was as if the bus ride was just a daydream and I was actually at work on the computer. I was aware that I was on Datura though so I wasn’t too worried. The weirdest thing was that it just kept happening all the way home. <br> <br> The next day my pupils were still quite huge and I worried that my folks might notice but they didn’t. I also felt really strange and anxious all day – especially since I couldn’t track down B and felt guilty for leaving him in town… he was fine though. Reckons he just stood there thinking about running to the next bus stop but didn’t move. That night I was back at my flat and I smoked some pot before going to bed. When I was in bed it seemed like my arm wasn’t attached to my body and it was just lying beside me. I was also thinking some really bizarre thoughts. I worried that even though I had been sober all day that I was actually still having delusions and just not realizing it. <br> <br> As a conclusion I’d say to anyone who takes drugs that whatever reason you have to do drugs – and there are many – don’t bother with datura. It doesn’t make you feel euphoric or high. It makes you feel normal. It makes you dream while you’re awake, and it isn’t until you wake up from a dream that you realize how fucked up it was. The bottom line: Datura is dangerous and deceiving. If you think it’s cool to fuck your head up and walk naked through a river thinking you’re in town with your friends going ‘man, this Datura doesn’t do shit’ to people that aren’t even there then take it. You probably deserve what’s coming to you anyway. <br> <br> As for me – I won’t be trying it again. No point. I didn’t feel wasted. I just was. I prefer the exact opposite. Like pot or acid – drugs that make me feel fucked up but I'm still able to act normal (to a degree) in public. Datura is a soul-stealing drug and I would strongly recommend against trying it. It simply isn’t worth it. <br> <br> GOOSEMAN <br> New Zealand<!-- 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: 12566</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 4, 2004</td><td>Views: 21,086</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12566&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12566&amp;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), Datura (15) : Combinations (3), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <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</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/tobacco/">Tobacco - Cigarettes</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">62 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was the 6th time I was using LSD. It’s not very easy to find around here ( but not very hard as well), I loved it since the first time I tried it, but blotters used to be quite weak, and the last 2 times I bought them, I got ripped of. I once bought 4 condom blotters and I had to take them all to trip (and I didn’t tripped hard at all), and I’ve bought 2 totally bunk blotters as well. I got a bit “scared” of wasting my money on acid, and even if I had the chance to buy them, I’d rather blow my money on E or speed. Also, before I tried acid, I pictured it as a powerful visual-inducing drug, but when I tried it, I didn’t got any visuals at all apart from some mild colour-enhancement. I truly enjoyed the open-minded feeling and the euphoria though. <br> <br> But finally I had the opportunity of buying some good acid. A close friend of mine told me he could get me some very strong microdots. I decided to buy 2, for 10€ each. I went to his house in the morning, probably around 11AM, bought the acid and went back home, where I had lunch (only soup and some fruit, I didn’t wanted to fill my stomach with “heavy” food) and half an hour later I opened one of the plastics where the dots were closed (sealed without air for some reason…), I put it in a glass of water to be sure I’d swallow it and drank it. Then I went to the living-room and watched some TV. <br> <br> In that moment, I didn’t think about my mindset because I wanted to trip so bad…. I know I should have done it, but I wasn’t in a bad mood at all. It was a normal day during summer vacations: no college, the sun was shining and there were very few and small clouds in the sky. It was quite hot and all my friends would be in one of the bars we used to go to, so I wouldn’t have to trip alone (getting high alone is one of the stupidest things to do with drugs, at least in my humble opinion).<br> <br> 40 minutes later, I was watching TV in my bedroom. I began to feel a bit nauseous. Nothing strong, only a mild pain and discomfort in my stomach. I knew it was the beginning of something, and waited. The nausea almost totally subsided, and I was feeling more energetic. Mild at first, and then it got stronger. I got up and went outside, to my garden. I wasn’t feeling the usual blasting euphoria I used to feel when acid was hitting me, but I was definitely starting to feel the psychological effects. Colours were a bit more vivid, but nothing special. There wasn’t visual distortion, but I had the unexplainable feeling that things looked different, weird, but in a very magical and beautiful way. I felt strangely connected to the world around me, to every plant, every animal, every single living being. And by that time, I was also getting speedier by the moment. If I didn’t knew that a dose of amphetamines wouldn’t fit in a microdot, I’d say that there was speed mixed with the LSD, but I knew it was just me reacting in an uncommon way to the drug, for me at least, because I didn’t used to get very physically stimulated with acid. <br> <br> Some 10 minutes later, the usual psychological stimulation began: my mind started racing, thoughts were reaching and leaving my head in fraction of seconds, I could be thinking about multiple things at once, mostly incoherent thoughts, but I was loving it. I stayed in the garden enjoying the effects for a while and then went back home.<br> <br> At 1:30 PM I left home, to meet my friends in a bar. I was feeling able to drive, so I took my car. <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> When I parked and left it, I was feeling enormous (I’m not a tall person at all). I would look to other cars parked in the side of the street, and they would look like they were really small. However, It wasn’t a visual distortion, just an inner and unexplainable feeling. By that moment, I was feeling very euphoric, noticing the beauty of everything around me, noticing that it was such a nice day, and also feeling very light. The wind made me feel like I was flying, it was amazing. Finally I met my friends. I told some of them what I was on (the one who openly approve of non-cannabis drugs) and we stayed there for a while, talking. I was very happy and was laughing a lot, I think that some people realised I was on something, but at that moment, it didn’t bothered me at all. I drank a coke and it tasted sooooo great… That sweet taste was very pleasing, but I think was also noticing the taste of the vegetal extracts (sweet coca  ) separately, very nice indeed, and very refreshing.<br> <br> Later (maybe an hour had passed, I don’t know for sure), we decided to go to the arcade saloon, and things got weird. My friends were playing and I was sitting next to them. I was very quiet, but my racing mind became paranoid. I was thinking that everybody was noticing that I was tripping balls. That was totally nonsense because I was just sitting there quietly and I think I knew it, but still, I was getting more and more paranoid. I had to leave that place, I told 3 of my best friends that my trip was starting to take a turn from heaven to hell, and that I just couldn’t stay there. They said they were going with me, and we went to a bar which none of us knew. We got in and went downstairs, because nobody was there. We asked for some drinks, had some cigarettes, had some very nice conversations. I was back to heaven. We talked a lot and I think I lost the sense of time. Once I realised it, it was 7:30PM and we’d been there just talking for hours. It was time for us to go home.<br> <br> And in the way home, finally, I had my first acid visuals. I first started noticing that the floor was stretching and undulating. Then, it got stronger. Not only the floor, but also every wall was dancing, being distorted. I drove home, and I got in. I turned the TV on and the colours were amazing, truly magnified. I also noticed that mind gradually slowed down, and I began feeling such a serenity, tranquillity and peace of mind, as opposed to the usual edgy feeling. I went outside one more time to see the sun disappear. The sky was very orange, and when I looked to a cloud, the cloud began morphing and assuming the shape of things like boats, horses and houses… I went to my garden again and I felt the most connected to the nature I’ve ever felt. A deep and true respect for every living being, more intense than ever. I always defended the animals rights, but I never thought of it in the way I was thinking then. I felt like even killing an insignificant insect was a crime, something disgusting. This was what I learned with this trip. <br> <br> It has been 8 months, and I’ve never intentionally killed one animal, not even one single ant, one single mosquito. I just try to get them away from my house, not letting any food exposed or using some mosquito-repellent. I love acid so much because it made me realise something that even the deep empathy of MDMA didn’t: life is sacred and the most precious thing in the world. I’m not a vegetarian because it’s natural for one species to eat another, it’s just the way nature is, but I think killing an animal if it’s not for eating, is totally wrong. <br> <br> The effects started to slowly subside as well as the visuals, and I watched some TV, had dinner and later, I went to sleep with no problems and feeling fine. Acid is a blissful drug, absolutely, it’s the only drug I think that every person should try at least once in their lives, because it makes me see that the world isn’t only what we see, makes me realise how important it is to respect our fellow man, and in nowadays society, I think that something that makes us more emotional about everything that surrounds us is a blessing.<!-- 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: 20939</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 22, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,755</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=20939&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=20939&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:59</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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:30</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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/methylphenidate/">Pharms - Methylphenidate</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 7:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/trazodone/">Pharms - Trazodone</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">205 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Ok I’m about to describe my first and only bad trip. It happened on xmas <br> when I got ahold of 2 hits of LSD, I’m used to tripping alone so I didn't <br> care if none of my friends could get out of their home on xmas, I could <br> handle this easily....I thought. <br> <br> At 7:45 pm I decide to swallow the 2 hits, then proceeded to smoke some pot <br> and just generally chill out. <br> <br> T+ 1:30 The trip isn't getting very strong so I decide to smoke some more <br> weed, the acid is finally coming up. Some nice red trailers, colors being <br> brighter etc. I was thinking this wasn't the best cid I ever had though, no <br> real intensity, some slight jolts down the spine. <br> <br> T+2:15 10 pm, I am high, no doubt, but out of nowhere, I start getting <br> sleepy! This was really weird to me, how can you be sleepy on acid, anyway, <br> I crushed 3 Ritalins and snorted them, thinking it would just wake me up, <br> but that wasn't anything near the truth. <br> <br> T+ 3:00 Visuals got stronger, I was happy, gigglin alone while watching the simpsons. Looked promising. <br> <br> T+3:30 My parents get home early from their xmas party! I am very annoyed by this for a few minutes then didn't mind it anymore, I got very paranoid they would notice I was seriously looking higher than anything pot could have done. They went to bed, but that's when the bad trip started. <br> <br> T+4:00 Visuals getting crazy, at this point, my memories are getting hazy, I remember walking around the house, not quite knowing what to do, sometimes staring blankly, I started feeling weird inside my head an body. <br> <br> T+7:00 My condition deteriorated, visuals faded away to be replaced by a <br> general feeling of sickness and depression, I smoked some more pot, thinking it would alleviate the way I felt, but to no avail, I started feeling panicky, I got scared of my cat for no reason, thinking it looked at me with contempt. The paranoia was getting out of hand, I didn't know for sure if I was breathing correctly, I felt like my heart would stop, I had a very bad pressure below my left foot and inside my right hand. <br> <br> T+9:00 I had enough, I swallowed 100 mg of trazodone with some cereal and <br> went to bed, my pupils got back to normal real quick and I rapidly fell into sleep. <br> <br> I woke up at 11 am feeling weird still, smoking some pot made the bad <br> feeling come back a little, but it went away later in the day. This story <br> really confuses me, was it the ritalin ? was it because my parents got home <br> earlier than supposed ? was the paranoia caused by the mixture of ritalin <br> and lsd? the only other time I was paranoid on acid was my second trip with it, and in no way was it THAT bad. I feel a bit depressed since, and generally tired, seems like this experience really wore me off. Might I recommend not mixing these 2 substances.<!-- 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: 19993</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 29, 2004</td><td>Views: 25,846</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=19993&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=19993&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Methylphenidate (114), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Reality continued to spin. An invincible spider wove an intricately sculpted web in the nighttime sky. A web connected from star to star glimmering brightly as ever against a back round of the blackest black. A black void dotted with golden grains of sand. Stars whom litter the night and find it of the up most importance to hint us in on their existence billions of miles away. <br> <br> “Holy Shit! ” Evan whispered in the lightest of tones. A tone hinted by the pure awe involved in the current situation. A situation of confusion combined with a new understanding. An event of escape which led us all on a journey so real that it made reality look a cartoon episode of the Ghostbusters! <br> <br> A shooting star had caught all three of our eyes as we stared in utter amazement. The shooting star was so vivid it was almost as if our vision was imitating the exactness of a powerful telescope. The spacescape, though appreciated and acknowledged previously, was now being seen with my eyes as if it were the first time. A freshness flooded the emotions of the situation like I had never felt before. This view of the nighttime sky which kept my eyes peeled was one of a universal stimulation. A universe of endless possibilities! A universe in which everything is connected in some mystical way. A universe in which I live! A universe which sometimes lives separate from my occasionally wandering mind. <br> <br> We stood there thoughtless in a rational sense, but the force behind the horizon was thinking for us. Idle thoughts became theories and a deluge of glowing life took control of our vision. Questions were answered as fast as they were asked. Time became meaningless and unrestrictive. Our spirits had escaped their regular limitations and exceeded earthly trivia. Those thoughts that usually occur silently in the privacy of one’s mind became elevated to take on a deeper meaning. A silence loomed over us and everything grew clearer. Everything became crystal clear as if my eyes focus had finally been adjusted correctly. I felt awakened from a previous state of sleep. Awakened from a life of bondage. The valve had been opened allowing my existence a peak at the intense realness of life. The very mixture of atoms that ultimately composes the universe and infinite galaxies beyond. For one night we were let loose to run upon the clouds and jump casually from star to star! It was truly an awakening. An awakening so strong it forces one to ask in recollection of times past, “Why have I been asleep for so long?” <br> <br> “Kevin Spacey’s face is all over the place! ” Mike proclaimed ending a 5 minute period of silence that felt more like a decade. We were back inside watching American Beauty on Evan’s 62 inch television screen. Evan and I turned to Mike and laughed in unison. The laughter which commenced was a fit of laughter so free and unrestrained that it’s echoes vibrated in the heavens. We laughed harder than if we had just caught an episode of the Simpson’s following a smoke down! I felt like a new born absorbing my surroundings in awe and confusion at the same time. For we were reduced to mere babies staring at the world with wide open eyes and not quite knowing what to make of it. This feeling of smallness in comparison to such a vast universe is a feeling that I had felt before at certain times, but not nearly as strongly. For life was opening up to us, and only us during that night. Life was understood and at the same time still all too mysterious. We didn’t know what to think or what to believe anymore. Our minds were blown away and forced to start from a new perspective. We were in the state of confusion in a heightened consciousness of pure bliss. A bliss so central to our spirit that it screams out “Answer my calls, for I am here and I can be accessed with an open mind. Indulge in my essence and you will not be disappointed! ”Our adventure with LSD was over in effects but its spirit would live on forever. <br> <br> Be knowledgable, Be sensible, Know your true priorities. . . . . . . .<!-- 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: 14259</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 17, 2004</td><td>Views: 6,712</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14259&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14259&amp;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 capsl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was a few days after New Year's eve, and me and my cousin K were doing everything in our power to find some acid. We had done acid together 3 times before, mushrooms about 4 times, ecstasy quite a few times, and of course I smoked herb with him hundreds of times. Unfortunately for my cousin he was starting a new job in which he would receive random drug-testing, and would have to quit engaging in anything but alcohol consumption for the next few years, this was our fuel to find some good psychedelics to do. One of my friends was able to help me out, and I got two homemade looking capsules of what was supposedly an LSD/MDMA mix. It was already tested and approved by my friends, so there was no worry about the quality of it. K was happy to hear about my acquisition, and we settled on a saturday night trip at my friend S' house. Me and K got to S's house, with empty stomachs (excluding the 5 vitamin C's I ate) and 'The Fast and the Furious' on tape. <br> <br> It was around 6:00 pm when we dropped the capsules, and we settled in with the sound of exhausts blazing, and intakes roaring, while we passed around a bong. At about 7:00 sharp, I noticed that everything was looking more alive than normal, and I felt a glowing warmth inside that could only be the X. K looked slightly less impressed by what was going on in his world, but I just figured we had different absorption rates. Fifteen minutes later, the whole carpet in S's room is swirling and pulsing as if it were liquid. The dark soda and cigarette ash stains on the carpet were doing very interesting things, expanding and contracting, turning into pictures of things, pictures the acid wanted me to see. I look across the room to K, who despite his distance of about 4 feet, appears to be 14 feet away, and am rewarded with a smile, and an 'I'm definitely feeling it' look on his face. The movie begins to make less and less sense, and the most disappointing thing was that it never looked different. Everything else in my field of vision was moving, and alive, swaying in an acid breeze, but the pictures on the TV remained unwarped and boring. <br> <br> We resorted to verbally bashing the terrible writing in the movie, and the false portrayal of street racing, and soon even that got old and we could no longer stand the crappiness of the movie. I really liked the movie before, but on acid its worse qualities were amplified, and it became quite an unenjoyable experience. We turned it off, and watched Comedy central instead. I decided to test my reading ability on acid, and started to read the ingredients list on my bottle of Gatorade. I knew the words, and I knew what they meant, but every attempt I made to interpret them correctly only resulted in the revealing of a hidden message under the words, which was much more important than ingredients. One of my other friends showed up and it was time to smoke again. We passed around S' new glass pipe, packed with a full bowl of some dank Humboldt herb, which definitely kicked mine and K's trip into a higher level. We sat around conversing, and telling stories, me and K producing the least coherent comments, but still we had a lot of fun and did a fair amount of laughing. <br> <br> Me and k were both pleased with the strength of our trips, only expecting to find about half a hit of acid in the capsules, we felt like there was about one full one. Blackholes absorbed every bit of movement as it slowly died away, and numb faces regained their feeling, as the acid began to leave us. Departing with such wonderful chemicals is always so sad. I know I will find it again, but when I feel its power start to die, I can't help but wish it would stay longer. Longer....... K stood up looking at his watch, and announced that it was time for him to head home. I stood to meet his handshake, and mentioned something about smoking one more time before he had to quit. He said that that night was his last. 'So this is the last time we'll smoke together?' The question was more of a statement. Neither of us had realized it until that very moment. For 2 maybe 4 years we would never share a spliff, drop the gravity bong, or smoke a blunt together. <br> <br> I love K like a brother, and we have been through a lot together - probably in past lives too - good and bad we have seen it all. The first time I ever got stoned he was there, the first time I did X, mushrooms, and LSD he was there. How could I spend the next few years doing these things with out him? The thought of not smoking with him for a long time almost made me want to cry. He would still be around, and we would still hang out a lot, but smoking herb is an important part of life for me, and for him too so it was just sad to see him lose the privelege, and to know we won't be able to partake of the herb together for a time. We both remained standing, he looked like he really did not want to leave knowing well what it meant the end of. He lingered for a few more seconds, then realized it really was over, and he had to get home, so he continued on his way out. I said 'Peace' mentally and wished him luck on his journey into sobriety. A very sad farewell indeed (despite it's temporary nature,) to my favorite and dearest trip-partner.<!-- 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: 11920</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 21, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,417</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11920&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11920&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 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+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:20</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> </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 would first like to mention that I strongly urge people to not try this on their own. Now that that's aside, I shall reveal how I changed my perspective on LSD, and gained much respect for it. <br> <br> It was the end of April, and a friend and I were working security at a rave in northern La. We start the day off with several bowls from the glass pipe and our ounce bought the day before, and have several more on the 3 hour drive to the venue. By the time we get to the venue, down to 3/4 ounce, very high, and full of positive energy about the evening ahead. Three hits hidden behind my drivers licence wrapped in foil, but not until I work the door a bit first. Not really caring about what people bring into the party, just watchin for weapons and all, I get to check out most of the people coming in. An hour later I dose, it's 10:00, the party's just starting, and the line slims down for a bit. A peculiar looking guy walks in, who we'll call legos for the remainder of the story, because his facial features and skin tones looked very similair to those on Lego men. Anyways, I pat legos down like everyone else, and his pockets bulge from every angle. <br> <br> I pull him aside, and say whats in your pockets man? I dont mind whatever it is as long as its not a gun, but your pockets are bulging. So he leans close to me and says 'I have a bible dropped out in my pockets, let me sell tonight hassle free and you're fed all night'. I said 'deal'. He hands me 3 sweet tarts and says 'be careful, they're triple dripped'. I hand him a bracelet, say ok, no problem, and eat all 3. Where I'm from, we only get LSD thats been cut by one or two or forty people, so I'm used to weak stuff. <br> <br> T+30mins: already starting to trip quite nicely. Decide to say goodbye to the security job (I only had to work as long as I wanted to) and wander the party lookin for fun. My 2 buddies (also tripping on some of the same paper I had before and Lego's liquid) and I move around from place to place, plotting between us who we want to run up to and strobe our microlights at and dance for. Give several lightshows, head to VIP room for some refreshments. <br> <br> T+60mins: sitting in the VIP room on the couch, staring at the ceiling. A hole appears in the 20 ft. High ceiling about 3 feet in diameter, and huge spider legs start coming through it. I dont like this at all. I get up to find a weapon to hit it with incase it gets through, and Legos appears out of nowhere and I see his lips moving, but his words were mute for a few seconds until I thought about listening to him and then I could hear him, and he was asking if I wanted some more sweet tarts. (here begins the series of events leading to the bad trip) I say sure. He hands me 4 more and leaves. I eat them. I then seek out my friend and we stand in the middle of the dance floor surveying the crowd around us. We watch as Legos circulates through the crowd of 200 kids and I see him dosing everyone. Even cops. He's walking up to police officers in the parking lot and offers them candy, and they accept! Back inside, the dj starts spinning some crazy track with sirens, cop sirens. Constant cop sirens. <br> <br> You know that feeling in the back of your mind when you know somethings going wrong? It begins here. I hear the sirens constantly and I think, the party's getting busted! I run to the door and look outside and the cops are there..but they're not coming in, they're sitting in their cars talking to each other laughing. I don't get this. I go back in and realize that I am tripping really hard. I start looking for my friend and when I find him I tell him of my condition. 'It's ok, just remember that you took acid and everything will be ok'. I try to party more but the sirens keep bothering me to a point of heated panic. Im running aorund the party, person to person, (by this point I'm pretty sure all of the poeple attending were tripping somewhat, including some dj's) trying to convince people that we should all go somewhere else besides the party. After about 20 minutes of this, I have a crowd of about 20 people following me out the door, and Legos stops me. Asks me where I'm going, hands me some candy. Before I think about it I eat it. <br> <br> T+2.5 hours: losing my mind. People are changing shades of purple and violet. When people talk to me, their words form visible letters that float from their mouths as they speak them, floating through the air around them and me. I can see their words, I can feel the words that float and bounce off of me, I can taste the words that I inhale. This is all very confusing to me, so I head outside. ..blank... <br> <br> T+?: (what I think is happening): snap out of blackout, standing in parking lot of venue, next to a police car, with the rear door open, and man who looks like a police officer standing next to me. My vision is only about 50% right now because when I try to focus on his face it melts and slides off his chin. I hear him say 'get in the car'. I say 'am I under arrest'. I hear 'yes, get in'. WE HAVE JUST LOST CABIN PRESSURE. Here begins a nightmare of old bad dreams and embarrasing moments when I felt most vulnerable, all of these come floating back to me at once at blinding speed, each with sharp clarity. I'm riding in the back of a police car, talking to my mom on a cell phone the officer gave me. For some reason, I feel it necessary to repeat over and over again my vital information (name, birthdate, address, phone number, etc.) Into the cell phone. ..black out.. Wake up, I'm at home on my couch, my friends are passed out on my floor and bed, and I feel like total dogshit. <br> <br> (what really happened): after my friends notice that I really shouldnt be at the party anymore (somewhere around 3am) they try to get me out to the car. After 20 minutes of convincing me that I wouldnt sink into the pavement if I walked on it, I trudge to my ride's car. He opens the back door and says get in. I say am I under arrest? He (wanting me to just get in so we can leave) says yes. I roll around the backseat for the next few hours in my little nightmare while my friends try to navigate the car while tripping themselves (they too had been visited by Legos, and our driver was on a quarter sheet). <br> <br> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> After a few near-accidents, my friends decide to stop on the side of the road and let it die down a bit before continuing. After a few minutes of disc jockeying, they decide to get out and look at the stars (interstate, middle of nowhere, 5am, no cars). They let me out and we all walk around on the interstate looking at the stars and at strange patterns made by the tar stains on the road. <br> <br> Then a diesel truck comes over a hill about a quarter mile back. I dive into the 4 foot tall dripping wet weeds on the side of the road to hide from the bright lights heading our way. My friends fish me out of the weeds and throw me back in the backseat and take off again. Then they threw on Incubus - SCIENCE. By about track 9 I've settled down in the backseat. The end of that album is all acid jazz. We loved it of course. An hour and a half later we arrive at my house and crash after smoking a come down bowl. <br> <br> I awoke the next day with a startlingly clear memory of my version of the events of the night, yet when my friends told me what really happened, it was as if I already knew what they were going to say, but didnt know why. After a day or two of contemplation I managed to put the stories together and got what you just read. Altogether I learned to greatly appreciate and respect LSD. I learned that it will do with my mind whatever it wants to. Respect acid. Dont get sloppy with it, or it will rule 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: 12069</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 29, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,687</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12069&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12069&amp;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), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/tryptophan/">Tryptophan - 5-HTP</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/tryptophan/">Tryptophan - 5-HTP</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">1 shot</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Hard</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </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">285 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was trying to find some info on using 5-HTP with LSD, but I didn't come across too much good info. I tried it this past weekend and have decided to post my report. I had heard that in combination with 5-HTP, it gives the LSD trip a bit more of an MDMA feel. Here are my findings. <br> <br> 8pm Dosed 100mg of 5-HTP <br> 9pm Dosed 2.5 hits of average quality LSD. <br> 9:45pm I am feeling the mild calming effects of the 5-HTP when the LSD starts to kick in. I'm feeling the typical anxiety I always get with LSD, but it doesn't seem as bad as usual. No real MDMA type feeling though. Just less anxiety. Maybe my touch was a little more sensitive. I chilled out with my gf (who was also doing LSD and pot). I didn't smoke any pot though because I don't deal so well with it. Watched some dance videos on BPM for a while. Then put on some soft porn since we were both pretty arroused. Fooled around a bit, couldn't concentrate too much on the sex though due to the acid. Listened to some tunes and watched some winamp visualizations on my big tv. I was getting some pretty sweet audio distortions. Was feeling the music in waves go through me. Got some decent color trails, but nothing spectacular. One thing I noticed was that it was a total positive vibe from start to finish. I attribute this to the 5-HTP. <br> <br> Around 1am, I took another 100mg of 5-HTP for the ride down. I was getting a bit edgy just before I took it and in about 15 minutes, I was nice and relaxed for the comedown. Not edgy 'stone skin' type feeling. It was a total warm and fuzzy comedown. I was able to sleep by about 5am. That is the earliest I have ever gotten to sleep after an acid trip. The 5-HTP didn't shorten the trip or anything, it just enabled me to relax during the comedown and I didn't have to sit awake through the whole 7:45...7:44...7:45 thing. The most annoying part of LSD is when I am just tired of tripping and want to go to sleep, but can't! The 5-HTP really helped this. I also had a shot of vodka around 4am, but it usually takes about 4-6 shots to really get me to calm down enough to even think about sleep. <br> <br> Also, just a note. I don't feel that the first dose of 5-HTP gave me any MDMA type feeling in combination with the LSD. If anything it kept me calm while I was taking off. I probably wouldn't bother with it before the LSD in the future, but definitely for the comedown. Happy travels!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 21960</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 30, 2004</td><td>Views: 29,842</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=21960&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=21960&amp;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), Tryptophan - 5-HTP (196) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </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 have been a fairly common user of almost every drug available for the past 2 years. I have used mushrooms, ecstacy, dxm, cocaine, crystal meth, various uppers and downers all about 10 times apiece. I have also been a daily pot smoker for roughly 4 years. <br> <br> LSD was never really available to me though it recently has. I have only used it a few times and on my fourth use I took a single hit that was of moderate strength and then another approxamitely three hours later. After tripping for a very long time and eventually coming down and passing out, I awoke to find that I still had visual 'trails'. It is very similar to the effect that the mouse pointer is capable of doing. <br> <br> It has been roughly 4 weeks and I have ceased all drug use in an attempt to see if it would cause the trails to dissipate. It has seemed to have little effect as I still see them on any fast moving objects. <br> <br> HPPD has not interfered with my living but it becomes very hard to look 'hand talkers' in the eye. My focus tends to drift to the visuals that occur. <br> <br> I previously have been prescribed to xanax (used for recreational purposes only) and I will be attempting to use it as a treatment as I've read that the benzo catagories may have an effect. I hope that the benzo will have a dampering effect or that this problem will go away with time. <br> <br> Since the other visual-inducing drugs never caused this condition despite excessive dosing and use, I would warn that lsd was most certainly the drug that caused this and that one might consider using other psychedelics if one feels the need to use them.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 39324</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 31, 2004</td><td>Views: 11,737</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=39324&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=39324&amp;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) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), General (1), 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"> </td> <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 --> I remember the day, in the middle of July or so. My friend obtained some very potent liquid LSD. I was experienced with low to medium doses and was excited to try it in liquid form. I asked him for a drop or too, so he took out the small dropper bottle. It was his first time even squeezing the small bottle, and dropped a little too much on my tongue. I tried to rub some off with my fingers, but it may have just absorbed into my skin. When we looked at the hundred dollar bottle, about a quarter of it was gone. He apologized, and I realized all I could do was hold on and let it hit me. <br> <br> It was obviously the strongest acid trip I ever had. The come up was VERY intense. My emotions were swinging uncomfortably. When I began peaking, the visuals were so incredibly intense that I couldn’t even worry anymore. I was just a vapor floating through different colors and patterns. Reality was non-existent, while I sat in one spot for about 5 hours. One visual I can describe was seeing a river rise 10 times over my head, and crashing into lasers in colors I never saw. Eventually I was able to name things I was looking at, and I tried to enjoy the hallucinations. My friend who was watching me would melt into a puddle of color and slowly build into his original shape. I looked at my hand, but it would just spiral away into many colors. <br> <br> After the trip, I was very shocked and silent for many days. I couldn’t even have a bad trip because I really couldn’t even think. I just wanted to post this to warn all of you to be careful with liquid LSD. It changed the way that I interpret my sense of sight.<!-- 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: 12882</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 27, 2005</td><td>Views: 8,917</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12882&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12882&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Overdose (29), General (1), 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> </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 used to be a heroin 'junkie', an 'addict'. That was how I defined myself. I was the classic, tortured artist junkie. I didn't know any other way drugs would be used other than to just feel good and to create an image for oneself. I later quit and swore off all drugs all together. That was the next way I defined myself, a preacher of the gospel of dangerous drugs. After some time, talking with my roommate and friend Eric, and some thought I realized it was not drugs that abused me, it was I that had abused them. I was the one that needed to change. I began experimenting once again, this time I listened to my experiences, in an attempt to not only have a good time, but to better myself. <br> <br> A few months later me, my roommate and my friend Lee decided to take 8 hits of LSD. We'd all done it before, but never more that 3-4 hits, this was something new to all of us. We all woke up early that day, Lee and I both took 8, and Eric decided his mood was off so took 2. We all made our way to brunch, talked to people and headed back to our rooms. I was having a cigarette so I was finishing it outside when the initial body rush hit. I went upstairs and saw Lee and Eric experiencing more or less the same thing. We decided to go for a walk, so we all bundled up. It was a warm winter day, but a winter day none the less. While walking we all realized that we had become walking machines, our bodies whole existence became walking, and with my body, my mind became a walking machine as well. I scanned for all possible paths, chose the one that would be the path of least resistance, and contracted the appropriate leg muscles to make that happen. Suddenly my walking machines processor was shattered by a sight so unexpected that I shrieked (at least I think I did). A llama farm. Three llamas standing tall, one staring at each of us. They where mirrors of us. And if they where mirrors of us, we where mirrors of them, so we must be llamas. With that dilemma solved we proceeded down the road. <br> <br> Our bodies remained walking machines, but our brains took in the sights of the day. Towering trees and houses that dwarfed us all. We realized how insignificant we where. Just roaming bags of water and carbon. Then, another earth shattering experience, someone flew past in one of those machines that allow you to sit and move at the same time. A person hung out the window and screamed something. It was just Even and Ace getting stoned, no worries. we then reached a steel bridge that spanned over the most incredible stream I had ever seen, the snow was melting, and the stream was babbling. We climbed through the bridge and discussed the probability of the chap stick I had was made in some guys basement. <br> <br> After a full day of such exploits we returned to the campus. We stopped at the athletic center and our friend Karl was working. He made us ham sandwiches. We went back to our rooms, and Eric had to work. So me and Lee decided to go with him. There was some sort of concert, so Eric, Lee, and I became speaker moving machines. After the night was done we returned to our rooms, and attempted to sleep, but sleep would not come. So we watched movies until class. <br> <br> That was one of the most pleasant days of my life. We didn't climb Mount Everest, or go over Niagara Falls. We didn't have sex with super models or party with Motley Crue. We just had a nice time and learned a lot about ourselves in the process. This was what I was missing before. Drugs aren't some sordid little toy, there something that should be shared, with family and friends. Like a picnic at the park, or a summer BBQ there a way to have a nice time and learn about yourself and loved ones.<!-- 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: 9545</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 9, 2005</td><td>Views: 6,622</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9545&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9545&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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 --> The event was inspired by a previous tripping experience we had. Here is a brief background that led up to the day. <br> <br> This was the second time I'd had lsd, the first time was a couple of months before and I loved it. 5 out of 8 of my friends had gone completely crazy the first time, their minds got stuck in personal hells and vowed never to do it again. The first time, one of my friends who flipped out couldn't say anything except 'key to the zoo' and was obsessed, ringing random numbers on his phone asking people about the key. He was acting kind of like a monkey and trying to trade various objects of no value (like his socks) with anyone. At some point in the night, we decided that perhaps it would be cool to trip at the zoo, so 2 months later that's what we did. <br> <br> I was looking forward to this day for weeks due to the fact that the first trip I had was such an uplifting and positive experience. I'd heard that setting was important, and a relaxing environment was necessary but the first time we had gone to see the fireworks in vast crowds and I didn't mind. About 10 of us went to the zoo but only 4 had the blotter (myself, C and 2 friends of C I'd never met that hadn't had it before, lets call them S and R). It is good to have a couple of co-pilots around if things turn sour. I'd eaten only a small meal for breakfast and drove round to a friends to meet up with the other people. <br> <br> 10am - <br> Pile up in 2 cars, 5 people in each. 4 of us in 1 car drop our tab on the way to zoo, the other car detours and takes another 30 minutes or so to get to the zoo. <br> <br> 10.50am- <br> The other guys finally get to the zoo, we'd just been sitting at a bench waiting for it to kick in. In the mean time I'd been to a shop and almost forgot to pay for my oj, or had thought it unnecessary. By the time the other guys got here, me and C had started seeing the woodwork move in the normal breathing-like fashion. The other 2 guys were unconvinced that it would affect them. <br> <br> 11am-12pm <br> We visited various exhibits, first a bird sanctuary, all of us that were tripping were in mouth-gaping awe at the beauty of it all, the tranquility and pleasantness of the experience. This experience was often interrupted by a non-tripper making small talk. This slowly got on my nerves but I ignored the person making the comment, feeling on a higher plane to them. Everyone that was tripping was feeling it now, the 2 guys I didn't know were a little freaked as they didn't really know what to expect. I already felt more at ease and closer to these 2 guys than I did with my other friends who I'd known for over 10 years. Myself and the other 3 elected to do a detour through a botanical garden which was probably my best choice of the day. A light mist coming from overhead sprinklers was so pleasant, and my friend made me put my hand through some spiderweb, it felt smooth and pliable. I guess when you're tripping solid objects feel a bit more web-like in any case: movable but still firm. I could of stayed in the garden forever. <br> <br> 12pm-1pm <br> After the garden detour, S became very freaked and said he couldn't go on, we alerted the group to this fact and said we needed a chill-out point. We sat on the grass for a few moments but I still felt on top of the world, a little freaked by S, I guess I thought it could happen to me shortly too. During the next half hour I walked with all non-trippers to several other exhibitions. Some animals I felt a strong connection with, such as the elephants. Several exhibited a coloured glow and I thought how pleasant this primeval existence would be. I trailed the group and reflected on several things regarding our behavior to animals. Somewhere around this point I decided I really have to visit africa at some stage in my life. A forced people to visit the african exhibit with me and the meer cats were wonderous. Their behavioural patterns changed so quickly and they seemed as content as I. They quickly moved from digging to play fighting, to sleeping. The ground around them and everywhere was starting to swirl quite vigorously at this point, it was getting very intense. I could feel my senses starting to merge, light, sound, touch, hearing, smell and for all of them starting to intensify. I tried to follow people through the nocturnal house but after 5 steps I became terrified and fell to the floor. I couldn't see anything at all, everywhere was black and it felt like I was stuck in a box full of mirrors. My friend had to lead me crawling out, I felt like a bit of a fool seeing other visitors coming in the entrance. Things were definitely starting to heat up. <br> <br> 1pm - 2.30pm <br> We returned to the grass and one of the girls we were with (the only one I didn't know besides S and R) possessed a mobile phone and seemed like she was constantly on it. I became paranoid, convinced she was some sort of spy, telling the authories about us. At this point in time, time distortion became so strong and time loops so common I couldn't communicate with anyone properly. I tried to tell her to get off the phone but it obviously didn't work. I could feel the universe was seperated into layers and they were a fundamental concept in our understanding of it. I exclaimed that I could see in all directions at once, and I believed i could do so. People's small characteristic actions were magnified and repeated to a point that drove me crazy. I must of seen one of my friends push the glasses back on his face about 500 times in a row. At this point I could do nothing but lie on by back and look at the sky, hoping that my body would instinctively remember how to breathe as I felt I couldn't do so. The sky dimmed and lightened several times, it felt as if many days had passed. Casino numbers rolled through the sped up clouds, and card suits followed after them. It was interesting, confusing and scary at the same time. It is easy to have opposite emotions at the same time on lsd. <br> <br> 3am(guess) <br> One of my friends came running back to us, he was shouting that another of our friends had fallen in the polar bear exhibit and was being mauled to death by the polar bear. I was in unimaginable fear, wanting to escape this place but unable to use my limbs. Shortly after this we departed, I cant remember most of the trip home, parts of it sped past so fast and some of it took forever. I was convinced god was punishing me (and I dont even believe in god in the conventional sense) for taking too much of this drug and entering too far into the 'real world'. For the next hour or so I had no control over my body, it seems that my actions were pre-determined and the future was set, I could do nothing but follow my bodies basic instincts. One of the more unusal things that happened on the way home was I heard a song - star69 being played loudly on the radio. Later I learnt that we hadn't listen to anything on the way home but I had chosen that song when we got to my friends house 40 minutes later. My senses were so muddled I wasn't sure I was going to escape this madness. <br> <br> 4pm <br> I had to deal with my friends parents, he told them I was sick. I couldn't converse with them, the images of them talking was muddled with sound from events in a different time. I tried to drink water, hoping it would calm me down, I must have drunk about 7 glasses. The strange thing was I couldn't feel myself drinking the water until later when I was lying face down on a bed. Time was going very slowly, not one minute had passed on my friends bedside clock since I went to lie down. I walked the corridors of his house, shadows were intimidating, almost hellish and then lay outside for what felt like 30 minutes, came inside, got another drink, checked the clock and it was 2 minutes later than when I last checked it. I was in hysterics, I thought I was trapped in this distorted time forever. I went to see what my friend was doing, he was watching stigmata: this did not help my experience. At some point I snapped out of my auto-pilot like state the drug had given me and suggested we go to the beach. <br> <br> 5.30pm-2pm <br> It was so cool and refreshing in the sand, and the sea breeze was amazing, the intensity level had dropped back to a level I really enjoyed. For the remainder of the evening we went to a black tie party, I chose some funky multi-coloured bow tie because it looked so cool and wore totally inappropriate clothes. I couldn't converse with people very well and enjoyed more to sit and observe everyone's reactions at the party. Shadows dancing on the walls captured my interest as did the wall-vines ability to keep in time to the music being played. <br> <br> 4pm (18 hours after dropping) <br> I arrived home and was still getting strong visuals but could feel it calming down. I was shaken by the experience and it took forever to get to sleep, my heart pounding, my head full of images when I closed my eyes. Finally I did get to sleep at around 7am. <br> <br> Although it was frightening at the time and I was shaken for several weeks afterwards, I am keen to do it again in a smaller dose and a calmer environment. This blotter was so soaked you could see the stain marks on it. It lasted far longer than the first time when I'd had double. It is an excellent way to learn more about yourself and what you believe life and the bigger things are really about.<!-- 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: 15436</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 26, 2005</td><td>Views: 7,982</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=15436&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=15436&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <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+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(freebase)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(freebase)</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 --> Tonight I was going to try LSD for the first time. Before then, I had experimented several times with DMT. My friend told me that having an acid trip would help make me more sensitive to DMT, and in turn would induce a very strong trip. It did exactly that. <br> <br> While a few hours into the acid trip, I took a regular dose of DMT and I got the usual effects from it. I was one of those people that were insensitive to the substance. I waited for an hour or so before trying it again. During my wait I meditated on my thoughts. This time it was dramatically stronger than any DMT experience I ever had. <br> <br> As soon as I took the second hit and exhaled, the walls of the room were suddenly covered with ancient runes, and my friend sitting next to me turned into something like a wooden and liquid-in-nature Native American. He turned into his “true” form. My eyes were wide open during almost the entire trip. During every second of the trip I began to see many dimensions that didn't exist in real life. I could see brand new spatial dimensions, including the original ones: length, height, and depth. Finally all space collapsed and time ceased to exist. I was stuck in the “real” world, the world that lasted for eternity. I closed my eyes in complete awe after realizing that I was dead. I found out that the living world was actually illusory, and that space and time did not even exist. At this point I was worried if I would ever come back to real life, after realizing that space and time were illusions. <br> <br> The world was very elephant-like at this point. Then I saw the architect of the universe. It was a goddess, in the form of Indian deity Ganesha. The mere sight of this goddess gave me so much bliss that it was too difficult for my mind to comprehend. She was the soul of the universe, and she was constantly creating very intricate Indian-like structures out of thin air. She showed me the doorway to eternal bliss (heaven), and she invited me into her kingdom. I pleaded with her to take me back to the real world, because I needed to make sense of all this before I make such a decision. She was sad, but she let me go. Slowly time and space appeared again, and I came back to the realm of the living. <br> <br> I ‘m not sure exactly what happened, but now I know that I have nothing to worry about when I die. To experience such dimensions and such bliss from a drug-induced trip was quite amazing. To this day I refuse to believe that what I experienced was merely a hallucination. I was stuck in that realm for eternity, because time actually didn’t exist there. But the trip, in reality, only lasted about five minutes.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42199</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 29, 2005</td><td>Views: 263,464</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42199&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42199&amp;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), DMT (18) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.125 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 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">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My experience of experimenting with mind-altering substances has been fairly good, except for the following trip I’m about to explain. <br> <br> It all started on a fairly warm March day. It was Friday and I had been suspended that day for leaving school earlier that week. I enjoyed my day home from school mostly by playing video games on my computer, until my friends were out of school. I had made plans to party with some of them that night, and so I called them around 2:30pm. <br> <br> After a short conversation, I left my house and headed out towards their house. I had a small bag of pot, maybe a 15 sac at the most. I stopped into the woods shortly to smoke a bowl to myself, before arriving at my friend’s house. When I got to my friend’s house, we went to her upstairs were she lives alone to chill with 2 other friends who were already up there. My friend Jason had an 8th and so we mixed are weed together and rolled 2 cannon sized joints, which we smoked. After that I was pretty stoned, and Jason was even more stoned. Then my other friend Shannon said that she would be right back because she has to run an errand. Jason and me went outside and walked around until she got back. <br> <br> When she got back she had with her 7 blotter stamps of acid. We went back inside and she took 2 hits of acid, and handed me and Jason each 2 hits. I was already stoned by now, but I figured what the hell, and I took both hits. After about an hour my high from the weed was coming down, and I was not feeling the acid at all. Shannon was in the other room listening to music, and Jason and me were just chilling in the kitchen waiting for the acid to kick in. At about 5:30 (an hour and 10 minutes after I took the acid) I began to feel the effects rapidly kick in. <br> <br> I began to see the room sway very quickly, and when I looked at Jason he just diminished into nothing. I could still hear him talking but I visually could not see him. I began to panic and so I stood up, and he re-appeared. Only this time he was very blocky looking, almost as if he was a sprite in a badly rendered video game. By now he was also tripping off the acid, and was repeating his name over and over. <br> <br> At about 6:15 I was seeing very intense visuals. The room had departed itself from the rest of the house, and was now an inner chamber where only the sinners who abuse drugs go. I suddenly had a strong feeling to leave the room or I would die like the rest of the sinners. I got up and could not even walk straight. I managed to make it to the next room where Shannon was laying on the bed, and looking at a poster. She began talking to me, but her words meant nothing to me. They were all distorted, and because of the fact, that I could not understand what she was saying, I felt as if she was going to try and trick me into doing something, where I would get hurt. <br> <br> I had very intense feelings to leave the house. My mind was telling me that the people in that house were going to die, and only I could help them. I began to fall into a dreamy state where I envisioned my friends in that house decapitated and dead. When I would go back into the house to make sure they are all right, things would look normal, but not feel normal. I heard voices telling me to help them or they would die. I rushed into the house and told them to get out of the house as fast as possible. They told me I was fucking crazy and to shut the hell up. I explained my visions of what I saw and heard, and they told me I was just tripping too hard. Hearing this put me into a very depressed state. I was depressed because I could not view things in the psychological way that I was just doing before they told me I was just tripping. <br> <br> Since my parents were gone until later that night, I decided to go home for a little bit and mellow out. I left at about 7:00pm, and took a walk home that was un-forgettable. The 15-minute walk seemed as if it took 2 hours, and everything was just in a hazy dazed state. When I got home, I went straight to my room and sat down to relax. I couldn’t relax though. I felt guilty, as if I failed my friends in helping them. Then the worst part of my trip began. As my guilt and fear got bigger, I decided I might have to kill myself, to release the guilt. Suddenly a large and unexplainable amount of fear came over me. It was the kind of fear as if, you know someone is about to do something very harmful and hateful to you and there is nothing you can do to stop them. <br> <br> I began to panic, and ran for my bed, were I went under the covers and tried to sleep. I could not sleep though, I felt as if somebody was watching me, and when I looked out from my covers I saw a large shadow on the wall. <br> <br> My fear diminished and I began to feel excited and confident, that everything is fine. The shadow began to take form into a real mass, not just a shadow. Yet it had shadow traits, it still looked like a shadow but it was 3 dimensional, and had eyes and talked. It was a very fearful thing to look at, and my fear quickly overcame me again. The shadow figure told me his name was Omeg and he was here to punish me for not helping my friends. I was so scared I began to cry and pray that my trip would just end. I told the shadow figure that I was just tripping on acid and it was just a visual. This reassured me for a little bit of time, but fear returned when the visual shadow figure would not go away. He told me a visual is not able to do what is happening to my mind now, and he reminded me of the fact that my friends were all dead. <br> <br> In a rush of fear I sprung up, put my shoes on and left the house. I had no idea what time it was, but it was dark. I went back to my friend’s house I was previously at, and chilled there for a while. The next few hours I experienced very vivid color patterns and visuals streaming through my head at one time. I feared with every new color scheme that entered my mind, that Omeg the shadow man would return. At about 5:30am I came down off of the acid, and remained in a dazed state for the next few days, thinking of the last trip. <br> <br> I have never done acid since, in fear that Omeg would return. Where I possibly could have imaged Omeg in my mind is still a mystery, but I have learned that mind and mind setting is always important before taking acid. When I took the acid on the trip I just explained, I did not think about what effects were gonna effect me at all. Now I know 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: 13120</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 30, 2005</td><td>Views: 8,686</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13120&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13120&amp;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), Bad Trips (6), 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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 capsls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mda/">MDA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</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 --> The night began when my girlfriend and I were at a local club. We had a few beers, then decided we'd go home, take some acid, and return to the club. Upon returning home, we each took a hit of (apparently) some very strong acid. The most I've done before was 4 hits of pretty strong acid, but this one hit outdoes that by far, but we'll get to that later. <br> <br> So my girlfriend and I after having consumed our hits, decided to watch a little TV, and get some rest while waiting for our trip to begin. The onset was pretty slow, roughly an hour or so for noticeable effects (I've had trips start in about 15 min before). After the effects really started to begin, we got into our usual 'giggly' mindset of acid, where everything seems so new, and we feel quite mischievous. <br> <br> This continued on for a while or so, until my girlfriend and I noticed that we were continuing to get higher, approximately 2 hours after we had taken our acid, and at a rapid rate. It's at this point that we smoked some marijuana, just because we were a bit apprehensive at such a long yet rapid continuing come up. The weed did nothing to slow us down though, and we just continued to get higher and higher. For an example of how high we really were...I was able to move my hand in a circle, to create a tracer, then I was able to hit that tracer, and have it glide down my vision. I was also able to close my eyes for a visual, then grab my head, pull that visual out of my head, and throw it into reality. I also saw my ceiling turn into a black hole, whereupon everything was ever so slightly being sucked into it, in a blurry way, such that everything existed where it was, but it was also being sucked into the black hole at the same time. I also received tactile hallucinations, I began to feel as though I was floating towards it for a moment. It was all getting just a bit overwhelming for us though, and we decided to change rooms. <br> <br> It's at this point, that things really started to change. Moving into another room just increased our coming up even more, and this is roughly 3 hrs into the trip. I remember that at one point, all my senses formed into one sense, or consciousness, however there is no word to express what it was (I'm sure those of you that do acid frequently know what it's like to have a feeling and no word to express it), my eyes saw the same thing open as closed, which would have just been color, in a way; my ears constantly heard a low droning sound, and I couldn't feel how I was oriented in space. If I THOUGHT of a word, I would hear it, only broken up, (ex. wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo rd rd rd rd rd rd). I also felt quite disconnected from my body. There was also this feeling that all this sensory information I was getting, was also judging me in a way, it was painful, but also relieving in that it was cleansing in a sense. It also felt as though we were trying to receive all the information that could possibly exist, at one time, and our minds weren't able to handle it all. We had it together psychologically the whole time though. <br> <br> My girlfriend and I endured for what we figure was about 3 hrs of this, and eventually, we decided enough was enough. At this point we took a cap of MDA each and waited. At about the time we took the MDA, to one hour after that, we basically have no memory. When our thoughts returned to us, and we began to feel the gentle warming sensation of MDA in our bodies, we were lying huddled on our bathroom floor. As it really started to kick in, things became brighter, clearer, and my mind was again able to think. We sat and discussed the 'trip' we had just been through, and we came to the conclusion that very few people have been there. We weren't sure what 'there' really was, we were happy we weren't 'there' anymore, yet, it wasn't a bad trip. Never once was I overpowered by bad thoughts, the fact of it is, the sheer volume of sensory information prohibited me from having thoughts at all. It was the feeling of being absolutely overwhelmed and completely vulnerable. However at some points, I received quite a rush when I felt like I could funnel the 'energy' of the trip through me, and I was able to function, but I could only do that for so long, before I lied back down and stared into space. <br> <br> So, I'm not too sure as how to rate it as being good or bad, I'm happy I've been there, but I'm also happy I'm not there now. In the end, it feels almost like a rite of passage for trippers.<!-- 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: 13178</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 30, 2005</td><td>Views: 14,194</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13178&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13178&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDA (34), Cannabis (1), LSD (2), Alcohol - Beer/Wine (199) : 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">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A little background: Through a friend I had acquired 2 hits of dragon blotter acid. I hadn’t dropped acid in a year before this, and this was to be my first solo acid trip. This also was my first trip in months, with the exception of one salvia experience a little while ago. I am on no medication and I have abstained from all drugs the day before. <br> <br> The night before I went to bed early, and I woke at 9 am. I picked up a little around the house, took a shower, shaved, and ate a small breakfast consisting of a mango and a glass of water. I was so excited, I could barely contain myself, and soon the hour approached. At 10:30 am I decided it was time and I put both hits on my tongue. You could not wipe the grin off my face even if you tried. As I waited for the acid to kick in, I chatted on IRC and put on a dead show. <br> <br> My room was set up with some psychedelically inspired posters and a black light. As the trip started to set in I decided to check out the trip toys on my computer. A couple days before the trip I had downloaded a set of trip tracks from a friend of mine, having listened to these before, I knew they where good. I also downloaded a very nice winamp visualization program called milkdrop. I turned off my light, closed the curtains and put on the black light. Then I turned on the tunes through headphones and put on milk drop and set up the monitor so I could be comfy in my bed while observing the milkdrop. This was without a doubt the strongest acid trip I have ever had, the visuals were incredible. Everything was going crazy around me, around me objects took on a cartoony look, proportion no long meant a thing. It was as if I was in a psychological hall of mirrors. I was seeing some of the most fantastic visuals I have ever had on any drug, the cartoon-like patterns were absolutely mesmerizing. I was hit by a tsunami of emotions, a lot of love and happiness; I was on cloud nine. The tunes were amazing as well, everything seemed flow just right. <br> <br> After tripping in my room for a long while, I decided to change my setting. There are a lot of flowers, both wild and planted, blooming around my area this time of year. I sat down in the grass and quietly look on. Everything was alive and vibrant, it was absolutely aw-inspiring. The scenery around me took a crystallized character, it was as if I was wearing diamond glasses. I felt very much a part of nature, and though it wonderful to be alive. There was a divine spirit within me, something I have never felt before. It brought tears of joy to my eyes and I wished that everyone could experience what I was experiencing right at that moment. <br> <br> After going inside I put on a movie called “Festival Express” and chilled out with a new appreciation of life and renewed love for LSD. If you haven’t yet experienced the love, I really hope you do. I tripped well into the night, I was very tired, but I was content, very satisfied with my experience. I was essentially down around 11 pm, though I did not fall asleep until 2 am. The next morning I woke up early and felt great, I was very grateful to the LSD gods for the opportunity to have a very successful and enlightening first solo acid trip.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44366</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 3, 2005</td><td>Views: 6,355</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44366&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44366&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), 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">18 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had just turned 17 and was at a jungle party. Time was not really something I kept track of that evening and you'll probably understand why. I had dropped about 18 hits of liquid on my tongue around 10 pm. It was supposed to be just another routine acid trip where I'd dance around to some jungle music and possibly eat a grape fruit. I was happily dancing around until midnight and then I was summoned by my bf H. The 16 year old, G, who I'd recently met was in the handicap stall of the women’s bathroom. She most obviously drunk by the look of her. She normally looks like she's been mistaken for a clapboard fence and been white washed. It all looked like a movie I'd seen on Lifetime, Television for Women with my mom when I was around 12. Her face was turning a little blue, but that might have been the LSD, I was seeing intense swirly bobs. Her body was shaking and she just looked confused. I couldn't stand to look at her. <br> <br> Her boyfriend, J was laying near her and H was just standing there, knowing that all was lost. That was when it hit me or when I heard H tell me what had happened. It seems G was pregnant and she had just told J she'd had an abortion while I was jumping around like a giddy Homer Simpson. I looked back up at her and an incredible force to the back of my body and I was flying down some black hole where people played bongo drums and G's little fetus was playing other fetus's in a wading pool. They looked so happy. It is as though the little fetus was trying to tell me something. Or G was. I fell down into this little white room hearing everything G had ever said to me. It just echoed and echoed and then it fell away and I was floating in the atmosphere, and what felt like back down to my body. <br> <br> I got my sight back and looked at her again. My curiosity was moving at rapid speeds. I felt like a tour guide on a safari bus that was making its way through all of this. The room began to move like the gravitron ride at county fairs. I ran over to the trash can and threw up. H tried to comfort J or at least get him off of that disgusting ground, but he wasn't having it. He wouldn't cry either, he just laid there, he looked like a bitter old man. For some reason A, who I don't think has ever smoked pot appears. He's tall and quaky looking. He's 6'4 and sort of big. H takes off his sweatshirt and pulls it over G's head. A flips her over his shoulder and she looks like she's very drunk. The hood is covering her face. We exit the party very quickly, and for every reason I've ever been called a madwoman I wanted to lift up G's jeans and see if her legs are discolored for any some such reason. G doesn't say anything. She's silent, almost catatonic. <br> <br> As the situation wore on, I became almost accustomed to it, as though it wasn't real. I was just tripping on acid and I had walked into a movie on Sundance or something. This was not happening to me. I most certainly did not know anyone who could ever get pregnant. God no. Children are delivered by storks. The world was looking bright and things were growing in size and I was taking little field trips in my mind to places like Alice and Wonderland and the Brady Bunch. Hell I was trying on Marcia's clothes. And then I'd make my way back to the generic movie channel and I'd be there. <br> <br> H drives a 2-door sardine can and it is very funny to watch A inside of it because he has to stick his head out the window or put his head out the sunroof, but for some reason, I'm the one who's driving. Because H almost ran down two pedestrians while driving on MDMA at 4 am. A is too preoccupied and I don't think that J or G are in any condition to operate a vehicle. As H is getting into the back seat in a car that defines compact, I stop to watch the scene going on in the backseat. A silent girl who has just lost her fetus is sitting next to one very small window and in the middle is her bf who has finally given into crying and is clutching her like he is the oyster and she is the pearl. I imagine God to be a pearl hunter trying to take him away from her. <br> <br> I begin to drive and I feel like I'm some race car driver on TV and I start running through the channels again, which while operating an automobile is never a good idea. I get to Animal Planet and I'm running from a wolf into a Home Depot commercial. For some horrible reason and only a mechanic can tell me exactly why, but the car started smoking. H got out and tinkered around. A, G, and J didn't even notice that the car had stopped. I began to drive again, but the car humped and jumped and A asked why. H responded that the power steering was gone. I turned around while still operating the vehicle to yell at him 'You Drive!' He said let us live and watch the road. I could at that point only wonder what the hell sort of God creates situations such as these? <br> <br> I continued to drive on, completing my task was imperative to the survival of my team members, or at least that was how I thought of it. I suddenly knew what it was like to be a soldier, a crusader for a cause. Don't ask me why. I was cut off by some asshole in a silver Taurus and finally noticed that there were other cars on the road. I began frantically yelling out the window, 'Go home! It's not Tuesday!' In LA, the traffic is at its worst on Tuesdays and this was an early Saturday morning, these people had no right to be out of their homes. None whatsoever. H warned me that a militia from Montana was going to lynch my Jewish ass if I didn't shut the hell up and at the time I believed him. I imagined angry rednecks coming at me with beer bottles, shot guns, pitch forks and I suddenly really wanted to know how Timothy McVeigh was doing. <br> <br> The next thing I knew H's car was in my driveway and we were quietly walking up the path. I stood outside looking at my neighborhood, which at that time of year had trees blooming pink flowers everywhere. The trees were folding into each other and waving good night to us. I must have stood out there for a while because when I went into the house (H had my keys) A was in my room watching Bob Vila and someone had put out a blow up bed where J and G appeared to be sleeping. H was reading a Seventeen magazine left over from 1996. My visuals were dwindling at that point so I wandered down stairs to get myself some orange juice. Along the way were pictures of my family and I stopped to look them. That is when the evenings events truly hit me. I felt my own mortality. For a moment I had felt a being die inside of me. It was the acid, but still. As I looked at the pictures of my family I wondered what would have happened if I'd never been born. <br> <br> A very frightened me ran back up the stairs and started pounding on my parents door, seeing trails of everything I ran past. My dad groggily answered the door in his plaid PJ's and asked what the fuck was I doing and was I on drugs? I very solemnly answered yes and told him I loved him. We went down stairs to talk. I informed him of the evenings events and being his usual self he laughed at me and told me stories about his own acid trips, including my favorite. A very funny one about a Japanese guy with an Oklahoman accent. He was a hitch hike to Woodstock kind of hippie. <br> <br> Afterwards I went out and bought 10 boxes of condoms and wandered around distributing them. I'll always wonder what the hell became of that little fetus that I never got to talk to and if I didn't know it before, I do now, that everyone is mortal, there is no escaping that. Also if you enjoy the idiot box do not travel through it. It will never be the same again. Peter Jennings has my deepest sympathies for reasons that would make a grown man piss in his pants out of fear.<!-- 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: 9634</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, 2005</td><td>Views: 12,075</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9634&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9634&amp;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), Families (41), 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">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">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> AGE: 17 <br> <br> I've done acid a pretty good amount of times. I've had at least 2 bad trips before. But there is one that stands alone. <br> <br> I had come up for a visit that weekend, and gone to my sister apartment where she lives with her boyfriend and my older brother. I was there for a night or two. The next day my friend called me up and told me he tripped-out the other day with a mutual friend of ours. He told me he tripped real good off two geltabz, and that he saved two to sell to me (we often do this). I told him I would meet him later that day after he had got off work, I had my sister's boyfriend drive me over. I told my sister's boyfriend I was going to chill for a night and go back home tomorrow night. <br> <br> I met my friend right after he got off work, at the front of his private road. He told me that they were really potent. I told him I'd only take one because I had to go home the next day. I bought it for $7. He ate the other one for some reason, and we peaced-out. I started walking to my other friends house (the one my friend tripped with the other day). I took the tab at about 11:14 pm on the walk over. <br> <br> I got to my friends house at about 11:40. We went up to his room and smoked up. I was feeling it good by the end of the smoke session. Me and my friend played video games for a while. He soon got tired, he claims it was because he didn't sleep good after he tripped last night. I was somewhat irritated because I remember a night when he was trippin and I just stayed up with him for the hell of it. He went to bed around 1:00 am, and that's when my trip got very bad. It was about 1:15 am, I was watching a movie I found in my friend room. I was sweating a lot and felt very hot and uncomfortable. I felt like I had to go outside and get some fresh air, maybe smoke a bowl. I eventually got up enough guts to go downstairs. I rushed down the stairs, fast didn't want any interaction if anybody woke up. But when I got downstairs I noticed somebody sleeping on his couch in the living room. I couldn't leave out the door I came in. There was two other doors but one had big blinds on it and I remembered it was noisy. I started fumbling with the middle door. There were two locks on it and no matter what position I turned the locks it would not open. Then I remembered other times people tried to open that door and did not succeed. I was still struggling with it when the person on the couch said 'what are you doing' (it was my friends sister) I remember saying 'Im trying to open the door'. When I heard myself speak it sounded brain-dead and emotionless. She said I could just go out the door near her (the one I came in). She didn't question my leaving so damn early in the morning, thank God. On the way to the door I grabbed my bag. Now a trip for some fresh air resulted in me not having any place stay. <br> <br> I got to the street and it was 1:30 am. I was very worried about where to go. I decided to stash my chronic and pipe and walk back to my other friends house (the one who gave me the acid). I figured he would have to be up and walkin around like he told me he did the night before. I started up the street, the whole time I remember being out of breath and smelling the chlorine in my nose from when I went swimming way earlier that day. I felt detached from society a wondering mad-mad or a drugged up psychopath. (1:50am) I remember passing the Mobile station and hearing Eric Sermon feat- Marvin Gaye 'Just Like Music' at a very high volume coming from a car parked there. There were a couple people there just standing around cars. As I walked by I remember feeling like the people were talking about me, but when I looked over I couldn't tell if they were even looking in my direction. I felt threatened by the situation and thought best to keep on walking. Even as I got farther away the music was still echoing in my head and driving me crazy, It sounded so loud. <br> <br> At about 2:05 I got to my friends private road. I remember walking past the spot where I bought the LSD and feeling like it was days ago. I was walking in and it started to drizzle, the rain felt cold. (2:15) I got to my friends house and didn't see him anywhere, the sky and trees looked demonic and nightmarish. There were colors and distortions everywhere. I look at his window and no light was on, then I saw a person I never seen before in his living room walkin around. Then I remember him telling me earlier that week that his aunt and cousin were staying at his house for the weekend. I walked over to a spot near his house and lied down on the wet grass soaked to the bone, I almost started crying but felt no good would come out of it and sucked it back. I laid there for about 20 minutes. I got up at about 2:40am. I felt like the rain drops were falling on my soul, and beating me down. Almost like there was no hope with rain. I stood up and decided I had no choice but to go back the way I came, to the Mobile station and call my sister up. <br> <br> (2:50am) I remember leaving the private road when the rain picked up, it was pounding down on me. Then I had a vision of my nephews, who look up to me. I thought of my family telling them I was a horrible druggie, and I thought I would never see them again. I'm not sure how this came to mind but it hurt my feeling and made me angry at myself. <br> <br> (3:00am) I got to the Mobile station. Luckily I found a quarter in my bag and called my sisters house. I knew I would have to tell them about the acid, and the bad trip, they would be mad. I again sounded brain-dead and emotionless even though I was full of emotion. I told her I was having a bad trip, she sounded concerned and told me she would be there right away. <br> <br> As I sat there I thought about a lot of things. Most thoughts made me feel horrible and irresponsible. My self esteem was shattered. The Rain kept on pounding down but at this point there was a little relief. At about 3:20 am they arrived. I got in the car ready and willing to hear some bitching from either my sister or her boyfriend. My sister asked me again what happened and if I was OK. I talked as little as possible, still sounding like I had half a brain. They weren't mad just worried. The rest of the ride was silent except for the rain I heard still pretty loud. I felt better and the rest of the night was easy and short lived. Sleep came pretty quick. <br> <br> Its been 4 months since that horrible night, and I've done acid again since. Why? I don't know. <br> <br> I will never know why I do the things I do.<!-- 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: 9660</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 7, 2005</td><td>Views: 5,913</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9660&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9660&amp;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), Difficult Experiences (5)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My first experience with LSD occurred on June 22, 2001. It was with my friends L and G and A. <br> <br> At 12 PM, I put the single blotter tab in my mouth. I was told it was triple dipped. We walked to the train station for about 20 minutes. I was very excited. I was ready for my trip. We got on the train and I started feeling a little euphoric. I felt simply good. I think L smoked while we waited for the train and I didn’t really feel anything. We got to where G lives and L smoked again on the stairs down to the street and there I was twirling around and around, and I was having fun. Then we walked to G’s, this walk I don’t actually remember. We went up to G’s and I got into her room and I looked at the posters and they seemed to be coming at me. Perhaps this is how objects appear to be breathing, yet they were more coming at me, it was amazing to see this. <br> <br> G turned on the Chocolate Starfish Limp Bizkit song I like, Hot Dog something, and it was so good, great to listen to. We then went to the library, and on the way there, L smoked a joint. It was really annoying listening to L and G argue, I was a little pissed, but I got over it looking at the surroundings, which were actually rather boring. L got high, but not very high. Although she found it humorous poking me, because I felt funny, very, very funny and I was laughing at everything. When she poked me, I felt like I was being tickled, but mildly. <br> <br> When we got to the library, G and A went in and me and L stood outside. L smoked and I was looking around. I saw this beautiful guy who looked exactly like this guy I always thought was hot. I’m sure he was real, but maybe he looked like him because of my state of mind. It was there that I realized that my sight was incredibly clear, far clearer than usual. We continued from the library to this park. <br> <br> We walked past the park where L smoked the roach of the joint she was smoking and I was walking around and thinking and my thoughts appeared ambiguous. They were a paradox. I looked at something and I wasn’t sure if that which I looked at was what I was actually looking at and the realization that what I’m looking at is what I think it is made me very happy. We walked around and soon crossed the street. I noticed that holes in space time were forming in the building we were near. The building appeared to be covered in black spots void of anything, yet it wasn’t. <br> <br> We walked down a block filled with trees and houses and it was dark there. It was there that I began to feel some of the more apparent effects of the acid. There were body sensations, like something was coming at me. As we turned to go to another block, I started to walk in the way that I remembered M, this guy I’ve liked for a while now used to walk. And I believed M was like a God and I said to myself that I am like God because I was walking like M. L and G thought it would be funny to make me paranoid by making me believe there was a huge bee on my bookbag, and it worked, I got very scared but I let go of the fear. We were walking to this girl J’s house and I looked at the street sign and I saw 6th street, and I got scared, I thought they were taking me away to kill me, I actually believed that to be happening, and I asked them about it. <br> <br> They told me we were on 8th street, and I looked again and saw that it was true. We got to J’s house and I was reaching the peak. I started looking at my hand while we were in front of her door and I could see the blood vessels and the veins and I put on my music and it did sound very different. I felt like I was moving everywhere while I was standing still. When I closed my eyes, although, I saw no visuals of any kind, but when I opened them, everything was coming at me. We left J’s and we were walking to this park, and I was listening to music but then I stopped because it was uncomfortable. This was Visual Audio Sensory Theater, and I didn’t enjoy it. I was walking and L and G were arguing. <br> <br> I think and then they started saying things and I wasn’t sure if it was real. They made me very scared and I spit out my tab and fell to my knees crying. They apologized and asked if I was okay and suddenly everything became ok and I was feeling great. The bulk of the heavy fear had passed and we went to the park. I was amazed at how different the park was from the way I remembered it to be. It was huge, yet it’s not. We sat down on a bench and planned the last day of school. I looked at L’s bracelet and I held it in my hands. It appeared to be getting wider and longer yet I knew it wasn’t. <br> <br> I looked around and I looked at one of the pigeons. Its feathers gained a unique blue color. It was the bluest pigeon I had ever seen. There were spots of color everywhere. G’s skin looked very bright and illuminated, as did L’s and for the first time I realized how bright L’s eyes are. I looked at everything and A tried to make me paranoid by wanting my to pet the squirrels but I knew they were rabid, or may have been. <br> <br> A Jewish woman passed by with her three kids, one in a stroller. I looked at her eyes and they were shining green. The green was everywhere. I looked at the eyes of her children and they were the same. I was very frightened. When we left the park, very soon after that, the woman was in the dirt changing the baby and she looked at me and boy did I feel a shit load of fear. <br> <br> While in the park, sitting down, I felt euphoria, my body felt very good everywhere. I was enjoying it all. We left and L called her mom and it was a little hard to be standing up. As I was walking, I felt very light and I said, “What kind of a moron thinks they can fly on acid…I can!!!!!” I jumped up and falling down didn’t feel like it, it felt like I was still walking. So we got to G’s house and we were sitting outside and I felt the acid rising and falling gradually. I didn’t want it to go away. When I put my hands behind my back, it was weird, like they were no longer a part of me, yet they still were. G showed a CD cover which showed something wet and yucky and disgusting and she asked if it looks like a vagina and I was like... yuck, no, maybe. She was like, in a few years, you’ll know. I found it mean, as in I thought she was very homophobic, but at the same time I didn’t feel threatened. <br> <br> I was sitting there and me and L were talking about how we need to try other drugs. And I observed the trailing phenomenon on my hand. It was interesting. L’s parents arrived and we all got in. I didn’t want to look at them and L was sitting there singing the sesame street on marijuana song. Her parents were so busy fighting that they didn’t even notice. That was it, I realized that’s what fucks L up a lot, and she wants attention. At that moment I could almost cry. <br> <br> We were driving and I was looking out the window, and I couldn’t tell where we really were, yet I could, yet I couldn’t. We got to her house and I walked up the stairs and I lied down on her bed and I looked at her posters. It was then that I looked at a picture of Marilyn Manson’s arm and saw hair on it and I realized that Manson is human. It struck me that I thought of him as something other than human, but he is. It was cool to realize it. <br> <br> We later watched Moesha (for the first time in my life) and it was hilarious to watch it without sound because I could make it all up in my head. I thought that this episode was about facing racism in school, and it really wasn’t. It was fascinating to watch it. TV on acid is fun. I ate some candy and oh my god, it was delicious. I enjoyed it. <br> <br> Soon after I went home, I was driven and I made it home and I has hyper and great all night. I talked to people and listened to music and felt excellent, while enjoying some cute closed eye visuals. I looked at some of the classical period paintings in my room and they seemed to be moving. The horses and carriages of 19th century Paris came alive. The letters on my screen seemed to be floating off the screen, yet a second later they weren’t. <br> <br> I watched the season finale of Buffy the vampire slayer in the dark and it seemed so much better. In this episode, there was a bright dimensional portal which seemed to be illuminating itself everywhere. <br> <br> I went to sleep late and at 1:30 or so, I have to be honest and say, I jerked off. It was amazing to orgasm. I saw very, very, very interesting visuals in the dark. They were tunnelling and just surfaces. It was so cool. I experienced the very threshold of LSD and it was amazing. I wish I had gotten into conversation more and I need to do it again. Now that I look back, I feel like I was holding back the whole experience because I was too scared to let it out. I can’t imagine the beauty I would have beheld in the world around me if I had let it out.<!-- 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: 9716</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 8, 2005</td><td>Views: 6,098</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9716&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9716&amp;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), 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>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 carts.</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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="/chemicals/opium/">Opium</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"> 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">195 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I'll keep this short because the part of the experience that I found the most intriguing only lasted about 30-45 seconds. I was with a few trusted friends last year in the middle of the night at a large ornate Buddhist monastery in the next town over. These friends are the type with whom I experience real chemistry, we always did something and it was always fun. It never got old, there was always a sense of wonder and exploration; even if it wasn't a particularly new experience. This night was like that, But with more intensity due to the acid. We felt this elated awe as we passed the statues and gong towers and rock gardens and structures of far eastern motif. Getting to the point now, We smoked a bit of herb and were partaking of the opium right along and at one point we decided to sit on the steps of the giant Buddha hall and take a few nitrous hits. I'm always careful to breath appropriately with nitrous so as to protect my brain from damage caused by lack of oxygen. After 2 or 3 cartridges in a row, I entered this weird state that I'll never forget. I closed my eyes and felt myself spiral away from the world into a special place where it was dark but I was comfortable and not afraid despite the distance I felt. However, I was not unconscious. <br> <br> The next part is the most interesting to me, As my friends were still talking, I heard the words that they said but didn't really pay much attention because I heard their voices as the voices of other people in my life. Someone spoke and I heard my brother's voice distinctly saying the words. Someone else spoke and it was the voice of another close friend who wasn't with us. All I could do was laugh at the time, but instantly in my mind I was figuring out what was going on. I theorised that there is some sort of recognition circuit in my brain (obviously) that takes external data and makes sense of it by routing it to the appropriate areas of the brain based on past experience and what we have already gathered in our life regarding the stimuli. Through association circuits, nearly all the parts of the brain are connected to different degrees and I realized that this mismatch was caused by the content of the sentences being spoken. The person who sounded like my brother was talking about something that I strongly associated with my brother , mostly unconsciously, and so on. It makes sense biologically, the only thing I can't explain is how I heard the mismatched voice from the beginning of their sentences, before I knew the content of what they were saying. My conclusion: weird. Goes to show the mind boggling complexities of the human brain, our essence, and all the levels it is always working on.<!-- 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: 9940</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, 2005</td><td>Views: 21,032</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9940&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9940&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2), Cannabis (1), Opium (63) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Acid would have to definitely be my drug of choice but this last time scared the shit out of me. <br> <br> I myself have always been an acid head. The best for me is taking a few hits and watching a movie or just listening to music for the duration of the trip. When I first began taking LSD, I liked it so much that I was eating it 2-3 times a week for about 6 months. Plus, the most readily available form (and my personal favorite!) for this time was geltabs so in the consumption of gels I would say I have a degree of experience. But for some reason around the fall of 2000, most of the acid in MyHometown, FL just...disappeared! No one had any! So I had to be experimental with other things, which is a different tale altogether. <br> <br> Anyway, this guy I go to school with S and I have recently began hanging out. He is the only other 'tolerable' and cool user of assorted substances that I know and we share pretty much of the same standpoint on drugs of having the most fun but being relatively safe at the same time. The past couple of months we had been busting our asses to find LSD. X was kind of burning me out and I hadn't tripped in about a year. The weeks of searching finally paid off and we got a hold of some green gellys. The guy we bought them from (whom I trusted to some extent as do I with all my drugs suppliers) told us he ate 3 and was absolutely insane. Well, I didn't doubt him and wasn't planning on eating more than one so I figured his concept of 'insane' was something I had probably experienced before. Man was I WRONG! <br> <br> I ended up over at S's house around 7:45 P.M. After bullshitting with his mom, we decided to skip out to go play 'pool'. We had a list of important things to take care of such as acquiring laser pointers and glow sticks and such before we went back to his house. We decided to eat one before getting all the shit so the waiting period was more interesting. Well in cutting them up, I accidentally broke 1 and a half off. 'No bother!' says eye in popping it into my mouth, S one step behind in his procedure. I've been able to taste the acid on gels and papers before but these were like swishing liquid in your mouth. It was so strong that it coated the inside of my mouth pretty quickly. As I was saying before, I love acid but when tripping I'm also pretty obvious, especially in public, so I wanted to eat, get the shit, and motor back to the house before I would be seriously feeling it. Once glow sticks and laser pens were found, and the LSD teasing us with little waves of joy, we were on the way back to the house. On coming up to his street we were pretty far gone and were kind of worried what the conversation with his mom would be like. Thank god she was out when we got there cuz once I stepped out of that car I was completely FUCKED! <br> <br> We stumbled into the house and into his room and decided to watch the Brave Little Toaster. We plugged it in and were attempting to make some kind of logically connected conversation when his mom walked in and started talking to us. S mumbled something to her, I guess to answer a question she asked, and his response triggered one of those 'What the hell is the matter with you two' stares. She continued to stare at the two wide eyed teenagers laying on the bed watching a Disney movie for a minute or two and then retired to her bedroom. Feeling relieved, I continued to watch the movie and ride the euphoric wave for another 15min or so. <br> <br> This next part of the story is when it got really frightening for me. I was getting kind of fidgety and wanted to stay as immobile as possible. But the fidgeting was causing me to change positions on the bed which in turn was driving me crazy because I could not sit still. I finally calmed myself down and sat up on the bed. The second after sitting up caused one of those really nice head swims followed by my spine tightening up so bad that it actually hurt. I had to lay down again and shut my eyes to attempt to clear out some of the acid. I felt like I just wanted to be sober, just for 30 seconds, just so I could remember what it was like and know that I would return there sometime. But behind my eyelids was more light and color than I had ever seen. It looked like bright colored ink flowing through water above my head in fractal patterns. Not to mention it was producing a nice roaring type metallic ringing sound as a soundtrack. <br> <br> When I opened my eyes back up and turned over S was telling me that his girlfriend was coming over to use his phone for some odd reason and that we had to go outside. 'Outside?' I pleaded, 'But that means…that means I have to get up?!' The thought of getting up and leaving the house, allowing myself to be outside and open to uncontrollable forces was horribly frightening. After taking our time in running into the walls in his hallway and attempting to support each other about a pitch black house we found ourselves outside. S was off the wall with excitement, so much in fact that It added to my fright by the thoughts of him doing something retarded to get us busted. However the visuals outside were a plus. The darkness on the trees with the cool night breeze made it look and feel like each tree I looked at was giving me a hug. I didn't realize how messed up we were until his g/f and her friend arrived. We talked to them and I couldn't even look at them because the shadows on their faces were morphing them into monster-like figures. Then and there I lost all hope of controlling what was happening to me and became extremely paranoid and frightened and suggested we go back into the house. <br> <br> After that S was still off the wall and wanting me to get up and move around but I made it clear that I was on the verge of totally wigging out and didn't want to move. I was staring at his wall and listening to it moan as it seeped multicolored beads from it. Touching it caused louder moaning and my back was hurting so bad that I wanted to bend in a position to stop the hurt but couldn't. I was in and out of tormented consciousness with unknown sounds penetrating my ears and way too intense color for about an hour or so, the whole ordeal lasting from about 9:30 P.M. to about 3:15 A.M. <br> <br> I awoke next to S the next day at about 7:45 A.M. and felt nothing too horrible in negative hangover effects other than that day-after spaced out feeling. I don't know if it was the length of time between tripping, the strength of the tabs, or just the difference in the tripping environment that caused me to be so frightened but it was definitely the most terrifying ordeal I have ever experienced. Take heed and avoid freaking yourself out by setting up an environment that will keep anything that could ruin the experience for you far away… <br> <br> I know I will.<!-- 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: 9963</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 12, 2005</td><td>Views: 5,560</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9963&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9963&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was clinically diagnosed with Bipolar disorder about 2 months before I had tried acid the first time, and was fearful since I was taking MAOI's, but curiosity got the best of me. My first acid trip was off of one blotter square, and I didn't really think that I was tripping. This was average acid [my experienced friends who took the same stuff said so], but I didn't get any large scale hallucinations, just saw a wave or two on the floor. I noticed that my thought process was a little different. It let me observe my actions and the actions/reactions of others from many different perspectives. This mild trip led me to trying it again. <br> <br> The second time we got the same stuff again and I decided to take two hits. What a difference it made, but my friends told me that the second time you trip is always more intense than the first [unless you get weak acid]. I had great hallucinations and in great numbers. I would sometimes see skulls and weird faces when I would look at things, which might be perceived as scary, but I have a strong mind and realized it was just a drug. I then began to have extremely deep thoughts about the beginning of time, the creator of this world ['The unmoved mover'], and the many discrepancies pertaining to the real world. These mystical/religious thoughts made me think about my depression and the reasons for it. I realized that my depression had come from my mind thinking downly upon myself, and then it became so strong that it actually became a physical problem. With this in mind I figured that if my mind could create a physical problem, that it respectively can take it away. I took each insignificant bad thought that had built up to my depression and analyzed it, until I realized that life is just one big journey/experiment, or trip as you may call it, and told myself why each painful memory wasn't bad enough to cause myself this mental pain. <br> <br> After a long meditative cleansing of my mind and soul I felt rejuvenated, as if I had been reborn. I then received one of the greatest feelings in my life… I had mentally destroyed my physical depression! The rest of the trip became extremely wonderful, I saw 'happy colors' everywhere, and I even started to geek out for about 15 minutes or so [not exactly sure how long, my concept of time was severely altered]. This made acid become my favorite drug of choice, not including marijuana. My friends told me about the dangers of bad trips and I believe that bad trips can be easily prevented if you have a strong mind/will.<!-- 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: 10165</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 14, 2005</td><td>Views: 7,504</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10165&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10165&amp;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), Guides / Sitters (39), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </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 --> As a sort of flip side to my submission titled:'<a href="http://erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=44601">God or Insanity</a>', in which I describe an LSD experience with my father, I felt compelled to share another experience which is an example of what can happen when (through my interpretation),ego and arrogance decide that they are more powerful than the drug. <br> <br> In the months following the experience described in the other submission, I felt a presence, a sort of new found wisdom, clarity, and happiness toward life... However, gradually, my ego began to become dangerously intertwined with the experience; it slowly crept in and began a kind of claiming of responsibility for this new gift, twisting it in a way that was not honest. I don't recall if, in the back of my mind, I was aware of this or not at the time, but if so, that crafty ego was successful at pushing it far enough back so as to be ignored. <br> <br> At any rate, the 3 months that followed were the best of my life. My relationship with my father was incredible and I felt at peace and genuinely happy. Paragraphs full of wisdom would come from my mouth, coming without any thought at all, surprising all who knew me, including myself. This, I thought, was something that had to be shared with my brother. <br> <br> My brother has always been a tormented person. He has great difficulty letting go of pain. His relationship with Dad was always rocky at best. So when I mentioned to Dad the idea of including Bro in our gift, he thought it was a good idea, and plans began. Apparently we were now Gods and would take it upon ourselves to make decisions for my brother; in his own best interest of course. <br> <br> We informed my bro of the plan, which was to go into the mountains, rent a cabin and reproduce the experience shared by dad and I. Bro was very resistant to the idea of the LSD, but didn't want to pass up the chance to do some bonding with Dad. (I feel it necessary here to defend dad on this whole thing. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to have a relationship with his son. As wrong as this whole thing was, it was born out of love. (As for me, I was just pretty much selfish and hoped to expand on the gift I had been given.) <br> <br> Once at the cabin, we all partook in a tab and a half and began talking about life. After an hour or so I didn't feel 'high' enough so I ate another tab and a half. <br> <br> The conversation was good for a while, but eventually I began to talk without a breath for what seemed like forever. When Dad asked if he could get a word in, I said, 'Just overpower me,' ego full throttle now. Dad snapped back, 'listen to yourself....' Well these three words triggered a hellishly abusive, psychologically damaging, introspective character assassination on myself which I in fact still battle with at times to this day. All of the clarity and joy that had been present since the previous experience, was suddenly replaced with insanity, fear, and a despair that can only be understood by those who have experienced the abyss of darkness induced by a catastrophic trip. Would I ever recover from this? I deserved it didn't I? Who the hell did I think I was? God? ....Well God sure put me in my place that day. The rebuilding, I knew, could take a lifetime. <br> <br> Surprisingly (or maybe not), my brother was actually the dominant figure that evening. He was the only one who went in without any disillusioned ideas of what would occur that evening. He, for a change, was the pillar of strength. He didn't have any mystical experiences, but I think he actually gained some confidence seeing his 'stronger,' older brother reduced to a babbling moron, and his father struggling to explain himself. As to exactly what happened between he and Dad that night I don't know deatails due to my being trapped in my own hell, but from what dad told me, it was the worst night of his life. Suffice to say, our desired effect was far from realized. He described his nightmare that evening to me months later, once we had enough distance from the night to actually discuss what happened. He was enclosed in a capsule, slightly larger than the size of his body, the capsule permanently sealed by the hand of God, and floating through space for eternity,,,, in total darkness,,,, alone. <br> <br> While the whole thing was indeed a setback, there was no choice but to look it in the eyeballs, and learn everything possible from the experience. In fact it has only deepened my respect for the drug, rather than instill any sort of fear of it. Using the drug the way that we did here was a recipe for disaster. When I began to think that I was more powerful than the drug I should have backed off for a while and gotten a grip. BEWARE OF EGO. <br> <br> I am far enough away from that experience now that I think I have a pretty good handle on what happened and why. At first, it was sort of like surviving a violent hurricane, then climbing a nearbye mountain and looking down upon the wreckage to better assess the damage. Now the view of the landscape looks even better than it did before the hurricane, though there are still some areas which remain under construction.<!-- 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: 44746</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 17, 2005</td><td>Views: 10,860</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44746&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44746&amp;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), Families (41), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 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"> </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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/caffeine/">Caffeine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/methylphenidate/">Pharms - Methylphenidate</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">67 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well, this night was the most intense night of my life. The inner secrets I discovered about myself and about the world. I found out that there are more things in the world than what science can prove. <br> <br> My horoscope on the day that I had this experience stated that something would happen that would change my life, and if I did not follow through with my plans I would spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened. Well I didn’t really think much of it other than my cynical view that horoscopes were a bunch of generic crap that could apply to any situation. This night did change my outlook on life. This might go on for a while but keep in mind this was a non-stop 20 hour trip. It can be divided into three parts: the show, the transition, and the party. <br> <br> <b>The Show</b> <br> <br> This is where it started. There were three of us to start with. Me, Matt and G. we decided to start our trip at a fair with rides, sideshows, etc., and then progress to my friend’s party. I’m not going to cover what happened at the show in detail because that was more just for visual kicks of going upside down and being around spinning lights. At this point I didn’t realise the true nature of LSD. We got there straight, but psyched up. I had been tripping three times previously but not with such a high dose (I planned to do two trips against others advice. Apparently, with trips the experience of 1+1=2 is not true. Two trips are a lot stronger than simply a double dose), Matt had been tripping four times before and was planning to do just one because of his cash flow and G was a first timer. We managed to talk him into doing a half and then if he had it under control, the other half. <br> <br> By the way, these were strong trips (atoms). On the advice of a friend, J, whom we met later at the party we decided to have a trip clock. My watch had both analogue and digital settings so I set the digital to 00:00 at the time of dropping. The digital was also good because it went in 24-hour time. Well, that was the start. We dropped the T’s in a public toilet in the show, I dropped 1, Matt dropped 1 and G dropped half. As soon as we stepped out side it started raining. We then had some interesting experiences with animals and learned that on some level, they can identify trippers. My friend G tried to pet an alpaca that a child had just done the same to and it freaked out and ran in an opposite direction until it smacked its head into the opposite wall of its pen. It then collapsed and made some strange noises. G didn’t even touch it. We decided that we would avoid animals and have some fun. <br> <br> It was still raining but who cared. G wanted to try his other half so me and Matt waited outside for him. I looked at my trip clock. It was 01:00. This was when the trip took off. Me and Matt were playing with our inflatable hammers which squeaked. We did this until we realised that we had made a song with the pattern of squeaks. We looked around and everybody was staring at us. We cracked up laughing, as is the trademark of coming up in acid. The show was great, we went on rides, watched stuff in the main arena, and stared at out hands because they were morphing/melting and started laughing. 2.5 hours into the trip and I already realised this was the hardest I have ever tripped. And I hadn’t even peaked. <br> <br> Our next major event was in the children’s petting zoo. We were sitting on a park bench watching people watch the animals who were watching us. We were trying to figure out who was the zoo exhibit and who was the visitor. We realised that, because we were watching everybody they were in our zoo. We tried to discuss it normally but it kept on rhyming! So we wrote it down in Matt’s trip book. It was written as such: <br> <br> “Who’s in whose zoo? Is it me? Or is it you? Is it what we mean or what we do? Is it Matt, is it Luke or is it gru? YOU’RE ALL IN OUR ZOO! WE HAVE THOUGHT IT THROUGH! BECAUSE WE ARE LOOKING AT YOU!” <br> <br> We made such a commotion over what we had figured out that everybody was looking at us. We were now in their zoo. It was so much for us we had to leave. <br> <br> <b>The Transition</b> <br> <br> We left the show at about 04:00 on the trip clock. On this walk we discovered some things that could never be retold and understood without a very open mind to new ideas. Our goal was to meet J and Brendan. They were straight but J was planning to do an E at the party. He first wanted to check out the situation. Our walk from the show to our meeting place was about 1.5 hours, I guess. Its hard to tell because we stopped, did Nitrous, and talked a lot. It’s hard to retell but what we discovered about life was amazing. We tried to write it down but Matt’s pen leaked and broke. Obviously we were never meant to know this. We met J and Brendan at about 05:30 on the trip clock. We somehow read a map and caught a bus to get to the party. <br> <br> <b>The Party</b> <br> <br> From about 07:00 to 14:00 on the trip clock we were at this party. The actual time we got there was about 10:00 and we stayed until 7:00 the next morning. As soon as we got there the first thing I noticed was an E. triglochidiatus, a cactus that supposedly contained 5-meo-DMT. I rushed around the party with it looking for Matt until I realised that I was stabbing drunk people with its spines! I decided that it would be safer to put it outside, which is where I found Matt, G, J and Brendan. Me and Matt decided we would split my last tab and each do another half. We sat on the front balcony and had lots of nos. as well as that we blazed up two spliffs and each drank a bottle of Thai red bull concentrate. It was great! <br> <br> After about an hour of this I did a Nitrous. Just a single, but it kicked off the most intense experience of my life. I did it and just sat back as it was a normal Nitrous. I knew that they lasted for longer on acid and stoned but after about twenty minutes of a full on Nitrous I thought something had gone wrong. I was still nossing as much as when I took it! I thought that my brain couldn’t cope with the amount of drugs I had taken and that my brain was permanently fucked. I tried to talk myself down from it but I couldn’t. After about half an hour I was really scared. I was breaking out into a sweat and my heart was racing. The red bull concentrate I suppose. I got out of my chair and stumbled to the balcony edge and collapsed. Matt ran up to me with wild eyes, I thought he was worried about me but it seemed he was going through exactly the same thing. He was scared too. This made me feel a bit better but I told Matt what I was thinking. I told him I thought I had overdone it. The rush going through my body was indescribable but it was fucking scary. Matt looked at me sweating and said the words that I should have been thinking the whole time. In fact I felt stupid that I did not think of it. <br> <br> “Man, you’re tripping. What you’re feeling is the trips. Just flow with it.” <br> <br> I had completely under estimated the effect of acid so when it hit me it was overwhelming. There is absolutely nothing in the world that you can compare it to. As soon as I heard this I felt better. I was in a more positive mind set. I got up and instantly felt on top of the world. I walked around the house checking out everything. Walls were not even in existence, they just melted into pools of liquid on the ground but they were still taller than I was. People were morphed creatures and when they spoke small digital pieces of data shaped like fish swam out of their mouth. I wasn’t listing to the sounds I was watching and reading them. I thought I better find a nice place to sit. <br> <br> The guys’ whose party it was (a fucking legend) had set up a chill out room. It was a small room with a couch a recliner arm chair and the floor was covered in Mattresses. He had a hookah set up in the corner and this light thing that spun coloured lights around the room. Ambient music was being played over the soft bubbling of the hookah. I chose the armchair and didn’t move for about four hours. In that time the light maker fell a couple of times and exploded into a spectrum of pixilated colours. Somehow they pieced it back together and got it in working order. My vision would distort into cartoon form and for short bursts of time everything would look like drawing. To be accurate it looked like when you turn a photo into a drawing in PhotoShop. It was great. <br> <br> After about four hours of this I was down to a level where I could move again and talk to people who made sense. I found Matt and discovered that he had the exact same experience as me. During this time I drank a lot of water. I was walking around when I discovered my flash forward. It was similar to a flash back but it was a glance of the future instead of the past. I was in a situation where I looked at a sign on a door and the two people came out. At that point in time I thought it was deja vu but then I remembered where I saw it from. The exact same thing happened in one of my dreams about six months ago. I was flipped out. My brain had replayed one of my major experiences before I had ever done it. Then I went on to think what if I was in a flash back? For the following half-hour I expected to wake up in a street, forty years old with people all around me saying that I passed out. It didn’t happen. I was still sixteen. <br> <br> For the rest of the night I walked around and checked stuff out. I fount a guy who did a human beat box for about an hour straight. He was great. I found a chick who was a friend from school who pulled out a knife to show me and then admitted that she was revving on meth. I was frightened. She was a dangerously spontaneous and violent person. I found the guy who sat next to me on the couch for about six straight hours not moving. I learned that he had taken about five points of speed. About now I was coming down. I decided to take the five pills of Ritalin I had in my possession. If you are ever in this situation do not do it. It was about six in the morning. My body had had it. I did about two lines of Ritalin. My mind was so hyped up. My brain was working overtime but my body was fucked. My body couldn’t move. As I did my Ritalin my friend J decided, that at six in the morning, was the time to do his E. He was happy with the party so he did lines of his E. that was about it. At dawn we all walked into the city and went and saw the movie signs, which had an uncanny resemblance to the previous night. <br> <br> <b>My Conclusions</b> <br> <br> I do not underestimate the power of acid. I make sure that I have water, a nice relaxing place to chill if I need and some good friends on standby. If I am going to do more than one trip I am prepared. Two trips equal the power of about three. Also, I do not get freaked out. I have the power in my own mind to turn it into a good trip or a bad trip. This is why I need friends to talk to. It gives me a sense of well being. Last but not least, I do not go into any drug with the attitude “it will be a bit of fun”. Most drugs have a very intense spiritual connection to the world and are much more than just a recreation. They are an insight. At one point I was crying. I have not cried since I was 9 and I am now sixteen, but they were tears of joy and understanding. Remember this 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: 2002</td><td width="90">ExpID: 17195</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 20, 2005</td><td>Views: 8,456</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=17195&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=17195&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Methylphenidate (114), Nitrous Oxide (40) : 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">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This all began one weekend in Miami, Florida. I had met a couple of people online and they all seemed like a pretty legit bunch of individuals. We had all planned to check out a movie at coconut grove (from dusk till dawn) while tripping on what I believe were white blotters. I had arrived there about 8:00 PM to meet 4 people. The names I do not remember quite clearly, but there was a girl, 2 brothers named Don and something else, and a guy I named mime, because he had a black and white shirt striped shirt on. <br> <br> When I had arrived I found out that Don (the first time tripper) had taken 3 or 4 hits. The rest of the gang had taken 2 - 3, I myself had taken 3 once I got there. They were all tripping before me, for they had taken theirs about 30 - 45 minutes beforehand. As we began walking towards the theater to buy our movie tickets, I noticed that Don was acting kind of strange. Walking next to me he kept on asking where we were. After repeatedly telling him that we were at the Grove about to watch a movie, I knew something was going to happen. Everyone else thought that he was going to be ok, and they were all laughing about and having fun. Once we finally arrived at the theater Don was quite confused with his surroundings. He constantly kept asking me where we were, and what we were doing. I told him everything was going to be ok, and to just relax, soon we were going to be in the theater and everything was going to be fine. <br> <br> The movie didn’t start until another hour so the gang and I decided to go smoke out under a tree somewhere in the grove. Don kept on asking me where we were of course and what were going to do. By this time everyone was answering his questions and telling him that it was going to be ok. After all of us smoked out and chatted for a while we walked back to the theater. I began to notice that Don wasn’t acting himself at all anymore. He had a bath of sweat on him and he acted quite stuperous. By this time I was already feeling the effect, but my thoughts were on Don the whole time hoping he was going to be ok. <br> <br> Once we arrived at the theater and gave the movie guy our stubs, I couldn’t get my eyes of Don, I had a feeling I was going to look after this guy the whole night. We walked straight to the movie and sat down. I was sitting down next to Don, and his brother was next to him. In front of us was the girl and mime. 10 seconds through the intro of the film I began to noticed that Don was quite confused and worried. He kept on looking around and asking me where he was and what he was doing there. I told him we were about to watch a movie and everything was going to be ok. It seemed that my voice went out the other ear for he kept on asking the same questions real loud to the point were people were staring at us. I told the gang that this wasn’t going to work out and that we should leave the theater and find something else to do. After agreeing we left as quick as we can and tried to figure out the plans for the rest of the night. <br> <br> After walking some distance we noticed that we were in the wrong place at the moment. It was a busy Saturday night and Don couldn’t control himself and he looked very confused and disoriented, so we had decided to go back to his house and hang out in a park until we all sobered up. The girl and mime went out to get the car, and I stayed with Don waiting at a water-fountain, while his brother stood a distance from us because he had a book-bag full of weed and people were staring at us, including police officers. <br> <br> As I was waiting with Don for the car, he kept on calling people names that were passing by us and asking me where we were. Looking at him I noticed that he was in another world, and people didn’t seem the same way to him anymore. He wore quite baggy pants and they kept on falling down his legs so I had to assist him by holding them up to his waist. By this time I was fully blown tripping and feeling great. Hundreds of people were passing by just staring at us and pointing. At one point I had forgot about Don's pants and they were down to his ankles while he was falling over into a water-fountain we were standing by. After a while of waiting I finally saw the car pull up and we literally dragged Don on the ground to the car and sped off into the next adventure. <br> <br> By this time it must've been 11:00 PM as we drove to the park to sober up. Don’s head was on the girl’s lap talking weird stuff, and his brother was next to them feeling guilty about the whole situation. He kept on rambling about how it was his fault that this happens, how his brother is going to become a vegetable and he’s never gonna do drugs again and etc. etc. After finally arrived at the park I noticed that the girl starts crying real badly. Earlier in her years she had an abortion, and while Don was on her lap rambling about, he mentioned something about an abortion which triggered her memories and made her cry. For about an hour she sat alone in the parking lot while me, the mime and Don’s brother were talking about what were going to do. Don was in the backseat of the car staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, which really freaked us out as we tried to slap him out of it. Of course that didn’t work so we began think of how were going to take him out of his state. His brother mentioned to me that he knew a guy up at the beach who sold rohypnol and he could come down and give Don some, thinking that it would make him fall asleep, so he can rest and wake up all bright and shine in the morning (bad idea). <br> <br> His brother went to nearby phone and called the rohypnol dealer and he came as quick as he can for he knew Don quite well. I soon found out that he dealer himself was on special K, cocaine, alcohol, pot, and whatever else you can think off. When he arrived he tried to get Don out of his zombie state by talking to him and slapping around but that of course didn’t work. So he tried to slip a rohypnol into his mouth but he was unable to swallow the thing. So we all decided to skip the idea and just carry him to the middle of the field and hopefully sober up by time the sun comes up. Now Don is about 200 - 250 pounds I believe, so carrying him was no easy task. While we were dragging him to the field, lo and behold a security guard stops us asking what we were doing. Don’s brother reacted quite quickly and told him that his brother was drunk and he had to sober up before going home, because his parents would not approve of the situation. The security guard being surprisingly understanding accepted the story and told us to proceed as long as we did not make a disturbance. <br> <br> Once we arrived in the middle of the field and plopped Don on the ground we celebrated by smoking a nice relaxing bowl, which followed with what we were going to do about this zombie minded individual next to us. Soon afterwards the dealer had to leave and asked if any of us wanted to buy roofies. None of us bought any except for the girl who took hers right away with a couple orange juice gulps. <br> <br> Right now it must’ve been around 1 - 2 in the morning, the mime told us that he had to depart for he had a curfew and had to go home. We all said goodbye with a peace pipe and he fled off in his car. Soon thereafter the rohypnol began taking effect on the girl and she passed out. Don’s brother and I were in another world right now for LSD and weed make a perfect combination for an altered state. We continued to smoke bowl after bowl until we got interrupted. Interrupted by something I had never seen before. The girl began to seizure in her sleep rolling around, shaking, sitting up and falling back down repeatedly. After she stopped, Don’s brother and me were stupefied by the whole experience for none of us had ever seen that before. Soon thereafter she began doing it again in a much more violent motion which pretty much scared the hell out of me. She then began to sit up with her eyes closed swinging from side to side as if possessed by demons. But somehow she knew what she wanted to do as she struggled going in her book-bag and taking out her sweater. We watched for 10 minutes as she struggled to put on her sweater with eyes closed, until Don’s brother finally decided to become a gentleman and assisted her. Afterwards she fell back down to the floor and continued her seizures. <br> <br> After smoking bowl after bowl while watching her twitch and stop, twitch and stop, Don’s bro and I decided that we were quite hungry and wanted to get something to eat. He mentioned to me that there was a 24-hour convenience not too far away, about 5-minute walking distance. So after talking about it and smoking over it if we should leave these two zombies while we go out and get some food, we decided to do it. As we walked away we constantly looked back to eye our zombie friends to see if they were not walking about into a tree or into a lake. <br> <br> The walk to the convenience store of course lasted about 2 hours even-though it was only a couple of minutes. Once arrived there and having the lady on the other side of the glass, ask us what we wanted, we were stumped. 5 minutes later we still stood there decided what to get as the lady began to squint her eyes out of curiosity. Soon after my tripping partner blurred out that he wanted donuts and paid the woman. After another 2 hours of walking back to the scene we noticed that Don was sitting up looking at the stars which surprised us both while the girl was still lying down… Twitching in her usual manner. <br> <br> Don’s brother told me that he had to go home, for he was only 14 years old at the time and told his parents that he would arrive home in the middle of the morning and his parents would freak out if they didn’t seem him home. We had a very close moment as he told me to take care of his brother and try to wake him up from the state he was in. We smoked our last bowl together and he walked off leaving me in charge. <br> <br> As I sat there smoking the fine green next to a tree I prayed to God that if these two were to sober up I’d never trip again. I began to speak to Don and throwing rocks at him to surpress my boredom. I remembered Don rolling his own cigarettes and asked him to roll one to see if he was all right. After asking him numerous times and screaming at him he finally responded by looking at me. Surprised and very relieved to see life in him I told him to stand up and walk around while I bitched at him for making my night a misery so far. I told him to look at the girl…ah, now I remember her name. It was Alicia. I told him to look at her and see how fucked up she was and that we need to sober her up as soon as we can. By this time the sun was coming up and it wouldn’t be long until the community would be walking around their dogs and doing their daily routines of jogging to stay healthy. Of course he was still mildly in his state of tripping and unreality that I repeatedly had to tell him to snap out of it. I told him to pick up Alicia and shake her into submission so she could wake up and hopefully sober up before we would be noticed in the middle of the park. <br> <br> Daylight was up and Don assisted me in picking up Alicia while I smacked her face over and over and over and over again. I accompanied the slapping with pinching and dropping her on the floor to awake her. Her face felt numb, cold and swollen as I slapped her with one thing in mind…to become sober. Soon afterwards she began to cry which was quite a relief for both Don and me. She cried and complained how her head hurts and that she couldn’t take it anymore. We told her to walk around and sober up. Don mentioned to me that there was a pool not too far away and she can put water on her head to for some kind of relief. We assisted her to the pool and fed her donuts to fill her stomach with food and get her senses back. <br> <br> The time now was 8 - 9 in the morning and she had finally sobered up. The village was walking their pets and running of that fat they needed to lose. My online friends were up and about, sober and conscious talking about their experience as we walked to Don’s house to find his brother relieved at the sight of us. We entered the household only to see Don’s parents asking him how his night was…to which he answered it was all-right, we had fun. Afterwards I have never seen those people again. <br> <br> Next week came around and I broke my promise… I’ve been tripping monthly since that day. I guess the only thing I have learned from this experience is how to handle the situation when another one comes up…stay calm, do not leave them alone when bad tripping (although I didn’t quite do that) and help out however I can, it had crossed my mind many times to take them to the hospital, but for my own safety I didn’t. Maybe I should have done that instead, I’m just glad it all came out in a good way, but I doubt it will always come out that way in the near future.<!-- 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: 14788</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 20, 2005</td><td>Views: 13,540</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14788&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14788&amp;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) : Second Hand Report (42), Guides / Sitters (39), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</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>(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">61 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was never a huge fan of trance parties. When I was young, I used to go with my friends and do some acid/shrooms/E, but when I got older, I lost all the interest I had in it. Because psytrance was never a music style which I loved, because I was seeing people believing in mystical bullshit just because they kept thinking about it when on psychedelics, because I was getting older and interested in serious issues and most people there were brainless kids, because I got deep into style and fashion and I found the decoration, the glowsticks and pacifiers and the clothes most kids used to wear at those parties were an offence to the 'good-taste', and since I have a good job, my idea of fun is going to a club, listen to house music, meeting some pretty people and snorting coke (or doing E for a change, sometimes). <br> <br> But anyway, yesterday, two friends of mine (lets call them R and F), who still like psytrance parties convinced me to go with them, to remember the old times (it was an indoor party). <br> <br> I am not taking any medication at the time. I had 300 mg of pure MDMA crystals, so I eye measured three 100 mg doses, crushed them into powder and put them into gelcaps. I left home to pick them up in my car. They were both at R's house. R gave me one microdot, F gave me four grams of Psilocybe cubensis and I gave each one of them one MDMA cap. I hadn't done LSD/shrooms in years, I lost most of interest on them, but this was the night to try them again, so I dropped the microdot and saved the shrooms for later. They also took their microdots and we drove to the party, which was a big event, 25 kilometres away from my house. <br> <br> When we got there, it was about 23:30 and it was pretty much empty. The lights were still on and there was no DJ, only a psytrance CD playing, not very loud. We all decided to sit down in the tables upstairs, to chat and wait until the party started. We sat down, chatted for a while, and I began to feel the acid. Well, I must admit that when I started to feel it, I realised I missed it. It was nice to feel my mind being amplified, my ego being split up, etc. My friends were also coming up, and they were laughing and talking a lot, but I got more introspective, and began concentrating on the one thing that always interested me in psychedelic drugs: they reveal the complexity of the human mind. They show me that our mind is a lot more than our ego. I wouldn't say that LSD can make us reach our id, but it certainly makes our ego touch it. <br> <br> I stayed there for nearly half an hour, smoking cigarettes and trying to understand all the mental processes that acid was making my mind go through, just thinking about what I was thinking :). Eventually, things started to warm up. People were getting there for the party, the lights turned off and the DJ started playing music. Psytrance sounded good to me because I was tripping, and we all dropped the MDMA capsule (this was my first candyflipping, believe it or not). We kept sitting, looking at the dance floor and listening to the music. Half an hour later, I started to feel the MDMA. Since I had parachuted the crystals, It hit me very strong, and I got those lovely waves of energy rushing through my body, those loved-up thoughts and the physical stimulation, so I had to go dance. I started dancing and smiling all the time, and the visuals began. Not those crazy visuals of things undulating, etc., but since I was candyflipping, the visuals were a lot more interesting and gentle, I was seeing huge and very detailed patterns of colours, moving in a perfect synaesthesia with the music and waves of purple lights embracing me. I never had these kind of visual, they were divinely beautiful. <br> <br> Five minutes latter, R and F joined me. We all danced for one hour until I met a girl and we went upstairs to sit down and chat. I liked her a lot, we had some great conversations, but I started noticing some negative things, like the fact that I was one of the oldest people there, and most of them were raver kids, with these awful clothes, pacifiers and glowsticks…well, it made me laugh a lot. :) Anyway, the girl handed me a pill, a blue omega, so I gave her two grams of shrooms. We thanked each other, she ate the mushrooms and so did I, chewing and the swallowing them, followed by the pill she gave me. We kept talking for another half-hour, when I was hit by an amazingly intense sensation… I don't know if the E and the shrooms took effect at the same time, but they probably did. How can I describe it? Pure ecstasy. <br> <br> These three drugs were making me reach a pleasure level completely unknown to me (not in intensity… when I smoked coke I saw what intense feelings mean :) ). I began to not care about the party being overcrowded by kids, I had too much empathy to feel any superior to anyone. I said to the girl we had to go to the dance floor again and dance. The euphoria was now a lot more intense and so were the visuals. I was still seeing a mosaic of colours, but they were a lot more intense and glowing, and behind this, I could see the whole world morphing and dancing. A little later, F came told me he and R had bought a couple of pills each, and asked me if I wanted one (each of them would give me half a pill) but I said, 'No thanks, I'm high enough, take them and have fun.' <br> <br> This great feeling lasted for some good three and a half hours, until I eventually started to come down. It was not a very harsh comedown, but me and my friends went upstairs again, and we talked about the night, about the high, about the music, the people we had met, etc. <br> <br> Finally, we decided to go home. I went to say goodbye to the girl I had met, she gave me her cell number and I gave her mine, and I went home, still high (but not HIGH). <br> <br> Like always happens to me after a night of doing E, I couldn't sleep, but I wasn't in a very bad mood. I just went home, watched TV and thought about the night. It was nice to go to a psytrance party again, and it was definitely nice to try acid and shrooms again. <br> <br> I think I'm not going to another one for some time, it's not my kind of party, but I'll certainly try shrooms (and maybe acid too) with E again, but next time, it'll be in a calm place, with a beautiful landscape and my girlfriend.<!-- 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: 19664</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 2, 2005</td><td>Views: 13,119</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=19664&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=19664&amp;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), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Large Group (10+) (19)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</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="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(freebase)</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 --> Let me start with some background. I'm 19 now... at the time i was 18. My girlfriend and I had just left Reggae on the River in Humboldt County California by rafting down the river. We had taken acid previously but its effects were minimal. After reaching Garberville a few days later we were hitchhiking out when we were picked up by a rabbi. We got into the back of his truck (the bed) because another hitchhiker was up front. Down the road we noticed a man looking very frantic and waving his arms on the side of the road. The rabbi pulls over to pick him up. He runs up to the back of the truck where the other hitch hiker is letting him in, saying his friend has just been shot in the face because he was doing a drug deal. He gets in the back and is rambling to my girlfreind and I. He was 26 and used to own a glass company, which was recently shut down due to operation pipe dreams. Also, he was saying he has a huge house, wife, a kid, a crop of medical marijauan, LSD, DMT and says we can come and stay there. <br> <br> At this point the rabbi is saying we have to take him to a police station and i thought the that would be the end of our little fantasy world that just fell into our lap. Luckily for us we see a police officer parked on the side of the road. The rabbi stops and the man gets out to talk to the cop. Other officers were already on scene, he took J's (we will call him j) statement and surprisingly let him go. <br> <br> The rabbi continues and with this new passnger takes my girlfreind, the other hitch hiker, J, and i miles out of his way to j's house. <br> <br> We get out to find j's young wife at home by herself, their child was with their parents down state. She welcomed us and j told his story again. That night we smoked excellent weed and went to bed. The next day the hitchhiker took off, leaving my girlfreind and i at j's house. <br> <br> Later in the afternoon we start our acid trip. 2 hits. an hour later 2 more. A couple after that two more. I was walking around the house and property looking at the plants and feeling excellent about life, but not too many visuals. We stayed to help clean up the drug filled house in case the police payed a visit which they didn't because they invited j down to the station the next day after this. After tripping for a few hours, maybe less, j offers the DMT; 'The deemers' he says. and i begin asking a little bit about it. the conversation appears in my memory as mostly... on DMT? on DMT? on DMT? He tells me i have a galactic connection with the band sound tribe sector 9, which he puts in for the trip and says this experiance was given to me by my higher self. I am the first to go. I am sitting on the couch with my legs pulled up to my chest. <br> <br> It was an orangeish crystal sitting on top of some dank buds. j lights the lighter, brings it near the crytal but doesnt touch it to it, it melts, I take the hit, which is in a pipe the used only for DMT occasions. At this point I can only say I instantly found myslef in nothing. Again rather instantly i found that the nothing filled up very quickly with everything. All my emotions and feelings were looping over themselves. I would look around see fractals and events unfolding in the room occuring on what seemed to be nanoseconds, I could see everyone for who they were and felt a communication occuring that was happening only in my mind. Its common to (at this point what was being said cannot be englished) on DMT... on DMT. I would look at everyone, going from person to person hearing their unique lingiustic signature and trying to translate it, feeling confused. As I would look away form the people i would understand what they were saying to me and feel very intense joy and would be laughing very hard, going through long periods of deja vu and feeling time dilate into what seemed eternity. I would look back at the people and hear the communication again and time would flow a little more and I would look away and time would be still again and i would be laughing and feeling the 'deja vu'. This repeated for a long while, while i was just sitting on the couch, laughing and not moving. <br> <br> Looking back, now I am anxious to take DMT again. It has profound implications and meanings in my personal journey which are much much deeper than this story leads one to believe. The synchronicity in my life both before and after the dmt trip were simply amazing. All based around consciousness. 2012, galactic awareness... I hope this story affects someone.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 32132</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 13, 2005</td><td>Views: 12,413</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=32132&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=32132&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DMT (18), LSD (2) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Multi-Day Experience (13), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/5meo_mipt/">5-MeO-MIPT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Before I give this report I must say that I am extremely experienced when it comes to substances of psychoactivity. I've had my times with cocaine and opiates (RX and street), use marijuana daily, done lsd about 4x, mdma and mda countless times, psylocibin roughly 5x, Ketamine, methamphetamine. I had no prior experiences with research tryptamines however. I mean the list goes on but I'm just trying to get u to understand that I'm no newbie. This experience actually occurred a couple weeks after trying some bunk acid, so I was extremely skeptical on the quality of the lsd I stumbled upon. <br> <br> -8:30pm- Anywayz I took 3 drops of liquid off the bat. <br> <br> Roughly an hour later I had completely convinced myself that the acid was gonna be bunk and I had the chance to get some '5 speed' (5-meo-mipt), so I purchased a capsule containing roughly 6mg and dumped the contents onto my tongue (tastes horrible). <br> <br> -9:30pm-(Oh yeah my friend 'N' was with me during the entire experience) Maybe 15 minutes or so later my friend, I'll call him 'J' (who had just arrived back in state from a vacation to AZ), arrived at my house. I gave him a couple drops of the acid, he was meant to only take the acid to determine the quality. Maybe 15 minutes after J arrived I began to feel a feeling of being scatter-brained. <br> <br> -9:45pm- From then on things slowly got visually and mentally intense. Me, J, and N left my home and rode to my friend 'B's apartment. When I arrived I was still thinking the acid was gonna be bunk so I told them about the '5-speed'. I thought the mental unrest was coming from the tryptamines. I couldn't stop talking about the 5-meo-mipt. I decided to leave cuz I felt like I was getting on everyones nerves. <br> <br> -10:30pm- During the ride home I began to notice colors were beginning to shift and a slight breathing of objects. Drum and Bass was AWESOME! When we got home we smoked a blunt and several bowls or marijuana (4g), but the weed never really changed my current mental state (FAR from baseline mind you). I really don't know what the effects of the '5-speed' were, maybe it caused the auditory distortion? Sound seemed to enter my ears from several different directions at times. 'N' had only smoked marijuana so he was doing most of the entertaining, showing us pictures, movies, playing music, and posing theories and such that would blow our mind. <br> <br> After maybe an hour,-11:30pm?- (perception of time was completely screwed by now), I decide that me and J should take the MDMA we had! We both have roughly 100mg of molly each. I take mine via insufflation. Over the course of the next hour the effects of the MDMA were definetly there and becoming stronger but never really take over. The visuals are enhanced to where glowsticks have the most amazing tracers I've ever seen and the actual color of the sticks would change from green to a purple and even white... breathtaking! My friend 'N' was doing Poi (stix on strings)! I know that candyflipping is normally done by taking the X first, rolling, then taking the cid and I can see why, cuz I never fully appriciated the mdma cuz it was still an obvious lsd trip. I had an urge to turn on the lights. Even when the eye rolling and wiggles and beautiful glowsticks. I also didn't find the skin sensation as overcoming if at all. I mean I remember knowing I was rolling balls but it simply wasn't as amazing. After 3 hours the effects of the xtc were diminishing and I was back to just tripping. <br> <br> -2:30am?- At this time I believe I could handle redosing lsd, me and J decide to do the last 5 or so hits of liquid between the two of us. I actually don't know how much acid I took cuz I couldn't tell if it was coming out or not. I'd say maybe 2 or 3 at the most. Hell maybe 4 I have no clue lol. I actually took the hits over a period of a half an hour to an hour. The effects of LSD, in no time, make it to the plateau of the last dose. This is around the time I realize how unsure I am about the '5-speed' and the effects it caused. I once again find myself laughing at everything, everything is nonsense! I find myself constantly trying to figure 'things' out but I only get more confused, and by 'things' I mean EVERYTHING: colors, social situations, money, greed, love, hate, friends, life, you name it! Around 4:00am I finish downloading the film 'Waking Life'. N starts the film and we begin watching it while having a conversation. At this time my friend J is in the floor staring at the carpet and wall and has a look of sheer terror on his face. Personally I was having a blast and I couldn't understand how this could have possibly gotten bad to him. I tell him itz going to be alright, tell him to relax, and let him know that itz a drug and it will eventually be over. It seems to help a lil bit. <br> <br> I continue with the movie while talking to N about the film. Periodically I try to attract J's attention to the movie, but he says watching it makes everything worse. I end up totally ignoring the movie and sit beside J urging him to conversate, which he does. Over the next few hours we sit and talk about everything, mainly trying to describe the visuals and thoughts which we were experiencing/experienced. Seemingly able to sum the entire experience into a word or phrase, like 'you never know'! This was J's first time doing LSD by the way. My first time candyflipping and also doing 5-meo-mipt (alone or in combination). All of my experiences with LSD were never in this high of a dose and alwayz lsd by itself. MDMA and MDA were combined with mushrooms a couple times quite beautifully. <br> <br> This experience for me was an amazing voyage, one that required nothing but the company of some good friends. I'll never know what 5-speed is like until I try it solo, as of now I have no opinion. However, I can say it isn't bad. There was actually no time that things were scary, or in any way bad. I've had a few bad trips and this time a bad trip didn't even seem possible. My friend J had a period of time he considers a bad trip however. I found myself more comfortable than normal with the mindfuck of the lsd, normally 'mindfuck' kinda made me feel like I was losing my mind or was actually stuck in that mental state. My best guess is that the 5-speed if anything helped me keep it positive mentally while slightly adding to the psychedelic rather than visual aspects of the experience. The MDMA was really good but could have been better if done first maybe in combination with 5-speed. The acid trip was mindblowing in retrospect, I had never seen the effects of LSD at that high of a dose and to be able to mix it with some other wonderful substances was icing on the cake!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 34071</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 8, 2005</td><td>Views: 16,233</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=34071&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=34071&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 5-MeO-MIPT (287), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:15</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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:25</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 cart.</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> </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 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Drug: LSD, in the form of one 'Easter Island' blotter tab. <br> <br> Administration: Oral <br> <br> Mindset: Cool! I’m really looking forward to this trip, my friend Eric and Fragment are both tripping for the first time. Friend Bob decides not to take his trip, and instead just smokes some chronic. Read a lot of reports and talked to some other people who have had these blotters before, so I’m fairly confident that its going to be a fantastic night, and that I’m going to trip absolute balls. <br> <br> Also, I can’t wait to have nitrous on LSD, as I’m told it’s a crazy experience. Not really nervous since I’ve taken LSD before, however I can imagine the nervousness that Eric and Fragment must be experiencing, which is only further compounded since this is their first real 'chemical experience' of sorts. Eric and Bob have to go early the next day, so we decide to drop the cid early in the night. <br> <br> Setting: Fragment’s garage/house. It’s detached from his main house so it doesn’t suffer from having the occasional and unfortunate parental walk in. There’s the main room, Frag’s bedroom, and a garage spot out the back where we had beds to sleep in. This was also where we smoked the chron. People there are me, fragment, friends Eric and Bob and Frag’s brother, 'r' and his friend Ivan. <br> <br> Timeline: <br> <br> 7:09pm T + 0 <br> <br> Fragment, I and Eric eat one 'Easter Island' blotter each. Tastes like cardboard and generally isn’t very nice. Bob decides not to eat his at the last minute and instead just chills with us. I keep the blotter under my tongue for a while (20 mins) and then decide to chew it up. Tastes like cardboard, so I have a shot glass full of creaming soda to get rid of the taste. Frag puts on some Astral Projection, a goa trance group and we sit back and chill out for a while just talking about stuff. Myself and Eric find Frag's strobe and my UFO fibre-optic lamp and set them up for later in the night. <br> <br> 7:39pm T + 30 <br> <br> We decide to head out into the back of Frag's garage and his brother 'r' and friend Ivan decide to smoke a little of their chron to get their night started. They quickly assemble a gravity bong while I sit down and talk to Frag and Eric about stuff. I then remember that Frag has a digital camera, and decide to try and get the capture function working on it. After trying unsuccessfully to do it, I give up and meet Frag half way, he says 'no way, only 30mins into it and I'm already feeling something'. Knowing this is just an alert, I say 'It’s probably just your first alert'. He seems put at ease, and we both go back into the garage and chill there. I pack some cones of this mad cronique for 'r' and Ivan. They both get very stoned, and Bob decides to have a cone or two. Meanwhile, I start to feel the come-up of the chemical, 'weightless' arms, and the feeling of that seemingly impossible 4th dimension <br> <br> 7:54pm T + 45 <br> <br> I’m definitely feeling the come up now, the start of the eutrophic feeling that I often get with MDMA, my mood improves from good to great. Eric is complaining that 'It isn’t working' I reminisce back to when I first had LSD, when I didn’t notice any effects till I was peaking. 'You probably are, but you haven’t realised it yet' I say, hoping to quell his feelings of disappointment. <br> <br> Time for a quick side note; Eric is the hardest drinker I know, for his diminutive Irish stature, his drinking prowess is well renowned in my circle of friends. At first, I thought he was simply treating it a bit like Alcohol, and not admitting that he was feeling any effects (the 'I’m not drunk, I’m more of a man than that' syndrome ) so I decided to really test the effects by giving him a bulb. <br> <br> I loaded a bulb into the bulbalator, and handed it to Eric. He inhaled the entire bulb and let out a great sigh of relief as he exhaled the bulb. I waited for the effects to hit him, and hit him they did. He flopped around and made strange noises, as one does on nitrous. 'Woah!' he says 'That was one intense nang!' Around 5 mins later, he claims that he’s still feeling strange, and that it’s just the nitrous, but I know otherwise. <br> <br> Meanwhile, I’m really starting to feel good, my arms feel very strange now, and walking feels great, as if I’ve got a springy step, like springs on the bottom of my shoes. <br> <br> 8:17pm T + 1h8mins <br> <br> Fragment is on the computer doing something; the goa is still going strong and is really starting to sound much better than normal. Feel my 3rd alert, and really starting to feel the effects. While looking at things for along enough time, I think I can see like a microscope, viewing in and in with lots of levels of detail. Bob (who is quite stoned) and Eric are sitting on the futon/couch watching fragment do things on the computer. <br> <br> I decide to head back into the garage, and smoke a ‘lil cron, Eric decides to come with me. <br> <br> 8:24pm T + 1h15mins <br> <br> Myself and Eric sit either side of the small table which holds the bucket bong and the cron. I decide to use my bong, as I prefer it to the buckets, where as Eric decides to have the first bucket. Bob lies on a bed, looking decidedly stoned, Ivan and 'R' have gone into the house looking for munchies. <br> <br> Eric pulls the first cone, and inhales it down. 'Wow, this goes down real easy' he remarks as he sits back and chills as I pull a cone. It is definitely easier I realise as I pull the cone. The cron seems to go down without the usual slight discomfort. <br> <br> We both look at each other, Eric has pupils the size of the moon, and I suppose I do too. The cron hits and I start to feel the effects of the LSD even more. Eric looks at me and we both decide to have another cone. We then head out and see what fragments doing in the other room. My mind is really gearing up, and the little men inside my brain are starting to shovel the coal of ideas faster and faster. <br> <br> 8:33pm T + 1h25mins <br> <br> The book that I was writing my alerts and feelings in simply has this line written there 'Wow! Fucked' And I was. By this time, the LSD had reared its head to full effect, I was just under the start of my peak. Full body rushes, great feeling of well being, feelings of floatyness cave upon my soul and I start laughing. I hear the 'Psssssssscht' of the bulbalator, and I head into the garage to see that fragment is taking a nang. I watch as his reality splits in two, his brain unable to handle the full effect of the nitrous and LSD. <br> <br> I’d gotten to the stage by now when I couldn’t wait any more for my nitrous, and looking down at my hand, where I’d written earlier before 'You Have Nangs!' I ran off to grab a box and returned to the bed where fragment had been earlier before. <br> <br> I load 1 bulb into the bulbalator as I hear the 'Psssssssscht' I feel relieved, I take the bulb into my lungs, and reality simply ceases to be. I feel as if I sink 10 feet down in the soft bed that I’m now lying IN. The roof melts, and I see a vision of a multi-coloured land. The trees and grass are bright green, and the road is a bright yellow colour. As I put my hands to my face, I wipe away this 'Reality' into the next one. <br> <br> Just after I get up, I know that I’m peaking. The acid is very strong, and everything is in full effect now, a slight loss of motor control in the legs I notice as I walk into the main room and sit down on fragment’s futon next to Eric. Someone has turned on the strobe light and now my vision has gone haywire. Snatches of thousands of small realities bombard my senses as I start to have visions of swirling colours. <br> <br> Note: This is where I stop writing in my book, for obvious reasons, namely loss of control of my brain . So the timeline gets quite demented here <br> <br> 9:??pm T + 1h??mins <br> <br> Woah, I’m lying on the floor looking up at Ivan who has just returned from his munchies mission, but suddenly I’m no longer nickthecheese, I’m Lieutenant Commander Chris Chips of the 32nd Space Infantry. We are stranded and are trying to get back to earth, and I have just received some important news about the war. I write in the book ; 'Important news, Someone told us about the war, there will definitely be large scary blonde models who are thin and wear phat pants.' <br> <br> I looked up, Ivan was one of those models, he looked at me and I was scared. I turned to 'The Strobe' our technological saviour to banish the models away. When I looked at the strobe I imagined the technology side of life, how we depend on electricity, electronic messaging and just technology in general. I was so lost in thought, I didn’t realise that I was slowly being swallowed by the carpet, so quickly I got up and sat back down on the futon. <br> <br> 9:??pm T + 1h??mins <br> <br> I find the book again, it reads 'eVil had consumed the previous pages and I can feel it coming now' <br> <br> Wow! This trip is going great. Bob is sitting around, trying not to look bored, but I can see that he is. I look at Eric he is doing something, but I can’t figure out what. Fragment is using the computer, and goes off to do something. I look at Eric and he smiles, we both go for the computer and type our thoughts down simultaneously. Some (well, most of it) is garble, but some of it makes sense to us. <br> <br> Turn around to look at something and realise I have writing on my hand, it reads 'You Have Nangs!'. I leap for joy, 'I HAVE NANGS!' I say proudly, Eric looks at me, and then looks at his hand, 'Hey! I got em too!' he says. We both dance happily around until Frag comes back to find that his PC has been hijacked. 'Let’s go do some of these nangs' I say to Eric as we both go out to the garage. <br> <br> We go out to the garage, and Eric loads 3 nangs into my bulbalator. He inhales the first lot, and goes crazy, I can see inside his body, the nitrous effecting his already overworked brain. Then he quickly grabs the book off me and writes 'I WILL EAT ALL OF U'. I ponder about the long term effects of drugs that can do something like this to the brain, but all that is washed away as I start loading the bulbalator. <br> <br> I ponder as Eric goes limp and flops around at the last of his nang, the three things that the human body remembers to do, regardless of its state. They are; Breathe, Beat Heart, and Load Bulbalator. I tell Eric and we both laugh, we swap positions and I inhale the nitrous. Words simply cannot describe what I felt. A million different realties rush in from all sides, and I replay 100 people’s lives. <br> <br> 9:4?pm T + 1h ??mins <br> <br> I find the book again, and I feel relieved, since I lost it. I write 'I found the pen, the book is safe but the strobe is my man pimp slowly <unreadable characters> 70’s, 80’s, early 90’s, 00, 02 &gt; oh yeah, years of strobe' <br> <br> I think I wrote this because at this time, Eric had found the controls to the strobe, and was slowly increasing its flash rate, hence the 'Years of strobe' as the strobe got faster, technology increased, like computers today vs. computers in the 70’s. <br> <br> I marvelled at such technology, but remembered my ultimate goal 'I need to find my shoes so I can go outside and look at nature with a magnifying glass.' <br> <br> 'Oh no, strobes got me now, I’m trapped in a submarine with a strobe driver as a whore' <br> <br> I think at this stage I wanted to get out, the strobe had become cumbersome and I needed to see the other side of life, nature. I think it was around this time that we ventured outside and hand some nangs outside. I was constantly perplexed, if the nature side was this beautiful, how come we were so dependent on the strobe (technology). I pondered this over some more nitrous, and not being able to find a sufficient answer, and being cold, I went inside for more goa. <br> <br> 10:41pm T + 2h8mins <br> <br> Note: ^^ Only reason this is here because I wrote down the time in the book. <br> <br> The book reads at this time 'I’ve got a pencil now, its 10:41pm' 'Fish finger is really yucky' <br> <br> Ivan and 'r' had gone back into the house for more munchies and returned with fish fingers, which I tried to eat but instantly spat out because they were so yucky. It tasted like a cold, wet, furry apricot bar, but without the apricot. <br> <br> I tried to chop some cron at this point, to have a little more of a smoke, but I kept thinking of other things to do, and kept getting distracted. So I wrote myself a note 'What is nickthecheese doing?' 'HE’S CHOPPING UP CHRON! DO IT!' I chopped up some chron, but got distracted and went into the strobe room and talked to Eric for a bit about how we were feeling. <br> <br> 11:23pm T+2h42mins <br> <br> I finished chopping the cron sometime ago, but kept forgetting to smoke it. Me and Eric decided to smoke, so we had another cone each, and then went back to the strobe room, where the computer was playing some winamp AVS visualizations (Tag’s – Bitter Paper. To be exact) It looked so cool, swirling colours chopped up into flashes of reality by the strobe. I had gotten slightly sick of the goa however, so I decided to go get my headphones. <br> <br> <br> 11:2?pm T+2h4?mins <br> <br> I got my discman and put in 'Aphex Twin – DruQks' Disc 2. <br> <br> All I can say here is that when on LSD, I have never heard more beautiful and thought provoking music. All of Aphex’s music I have enjoyed in the past, but none more than this. My movement started to mimic that of his songs, with my movements becoming mechanical at first, and then slowly changing with the music. It was, literally, a new way of life. I danced the CD all the way through, before giving it to Eric who did the same, and now appreciates Aphex more than he did before. <br> <br> Unknown time, T + 3-4h <br> <br> The cat enters the room. Mega shock. I love cats normally, but I just had to feel the texture of its fur now, so I picked it up and stroked it lovingly, when it looked at me and I swear it smiled. So I put it on the bed and started stroking it listening to Aphex. Ivan and fragment came in and started stroking the cat too. If you can imagine 3 guys stroking one cat, the cat was SO happy. He purred and that made me feel good, as if I had re-connected with my side of nature and my previous 'Strobe Addiction' or dependence on technology had ceased. Nature didn’t care if you had sinned in the past, but it cared that you cared about it now, so I lay there and stroked the cat some more. I renounced the strobe, with all its artificial glory, and praised the cat, and the nature of the whole world. <br> <br> Unknown time, T + 5-6h <br> <br> The cat, bored with lying on the bed, entered the room with the strobe, and here is where my previous conceptions fell apart. The two forces in the universe, 'The Cat' (nature) and 'The Strobe' (technology) had melded. The cat was made of liquid chrome, much like the T-1000 from Terminator 2. I quickly rushed over to the cat and stroked him, the liquid chrome coming off onto my hands, and dribbling over my fingers down onto the futon. This was amazing, how could nature and technology join as a whole, like the positive and negative of the universe, and not completely annihilate each other. I was confused, and getting tired by this stage, so Eric, myself and Fragment decided to go to bed. Bob had already gone to bed, but I hadn’t noticed. <br> <br> The effects were noticeably still there, but did weren’t nearly as strong as I pulled the much softer than normal rug over myself and went to sleep. <br> <br> Conclusion: Wow! What a fantastic trip I had. I couldn’t have asked for much more, maybe just a teensy bit of paranoia in the morning, when I thought Bob was insulting me, but apart from that, the entire night rocked. <br> <br> Thanks for reading this far, next time I do LSD will be for self discovery, and I think I am ready to take the next step up in dosage.<!-- 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: 15536</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 13, 2005</td><td>Views: 9,939</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=15536&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=15536&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </unreadable></div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:15</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">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> If this reads a bit messed up, I just took my 6th soma/codeine in the past hour, I'm a little messed up ;] <br> <br> T+00:00 (4:45pm) - Tripping on acid in the city is a mindfuck no matter which way you look at it. Tripping alone in the city is a real test of your integrity. In the city all these outside interferences mess with you mind, and there is no means of blocking them out. It was my last day in Boston, I was moving home from college, and I decided to go pick up a sheet of acid. I made a call, picked it up, went to my room, and began to cut it. I cut off a strip of five hits and palletted it, then began packing. <br> <br> T+02:00 (6:45pm) - Its taken me about two hours to pack and I just finished a wrestling match with the bundles of cords from my computer. For some reason they saw it fit to tangle themselves around my chest, making me feel constricted, and threatened. Obviously the acid is doing its trick, I'm sweating profusely, the white-painted cinder block walls are dripping, the room is breating organically. I decide to make a phone call to a friend whom I'm supposed to visit once I was done packing. They say its fine to come over, so a quick piss and I'm on my way, or so I thought until I stared in the mirror. My pupils were pieplates. With this particular acid, which I had been taking for some time, (there was steady supply), I find that you peak after about four hours. <br> <br> T+02:05 (6:50pm) - I begin my trip across the rose garden in Boston, towards the Fenway area. Crossing a street, I stepped out in front of a van without looking. Its brakes locked up, (There was alot of snow on the roads) and was hit by a tow truck towing an old buick, which was in turn struck by a minivan. A four car pile-up. My perception of the events are blurred, But I do recall seeing an impact wave from the sound of the cars colliding, which radiated right through my body. That was an intense moment, I fled, walking briskly across the street. Then I heard a jet taking off. From my viewpoint I could see the entire city lit up, the prudential, copley sq. etc..., and all I see is the noisy jet taking off just behind the prudential. The energy wave from the jet shook the entire city, I saw intense vibrations, and the prudential slightly bent about ten degrees to the left. Cool. <br> <br> T+02:15 (7:00pm) - The walk took longer than usual, I kept forgetting where I was supposed to be heading. But I finally arrive at my friends apartment. They buzz me up and I run to the room. I pack my large bowl, about a gram and a half of fantastic head nugget, and begin to toke with my friend. I am sweating profusely. She had taken this acid before, so I knew that she knew what I was going through, though she has only taken two tabs maximum (this is extremely potent shit). I told her I had taken five. She looked at me in disbelief, and reminded me that my father would be at my dorm at 10:00am to pick me up. Thank you for the reminder. <br> <br> T+03:00 (7:45pm) - Things have been going well, my visuals are extremely intense, Out of the corner of my eye I keep seeing my female friend flicking her tongue at me in a seductive manner, but when I look back, she is doing her homework. WEIRD. We have a mellow music selection on and it is easing my trip, as I slowly tap away at my 30 rack of bud. <br> <br> T+03:45 (8:30pm) - I've been playing guitar for about half an hour, and it still amazes the heck out of me. The vibrations of the strings are electric, my whole body quivers with every note I play, I play some floyd, some zepplin, hendrix, dave, and metallica to keep myself entertained. Suddenly another one of my friends comes in. He decides we should go for a walk to get some nugget. I've never really hung out with this kid, so at this point I'm weirded out, but I enjoy a good test on my mind, so I consent to the adventure. <br> <br> T+03:50 - 04:15 (8:35 - 9:00pm) - The walk seems to take forever, with every turn there is a bum asking for change or a cigarette. I cant even talk to them at this point, only stare as their mouths grow long, twist, melt, and suck in. Weird visuals from the bums. We finally got to the house we set out for. <br> <br> T+04:15 (9:00pm) - The person I was with is an unusual character, spent about six years of his young life (11-17) in las vegas, tripping on acid hundreds of times, so as you can imagine, he's pretty far out there and likes to fuck with less experienced people. Turns out the place he took me to is a friend I'll call Daniel. Daniel is a devil worshiper that lives with other pentagram people. We enter the appartment, and go to Daniel's room. Unfortunately for me, Daniel's stomach ulcer is acting up and he's vomiting everywhere between taking lines of cocaine. We smoke another bowl, buy some hash and herb, then retreat after what seemed like forever. <br> <br> T+04:55 (9:40pm) - The walk home was intense as well. I was talking to my friend about how I can control people's minds while tripping on lsd, and I wanted to prove it to him. He said sure... As we were walking down the sidewalk, a young couple was approaching from the following direction, a young man and a beatiful brunette. My friend is not the most handsome guy in the world, but when the couple reached us, the girl broke away from the guy and stepped right in front of my friend, checked him out, gave him a smile, grabbed his nuts, then continued on as her boyfriend yelled at her asking what the fuck she was doing. The whole time I just watched and concentrated. Weird. My friend flipped out saying that it was so random etc... until suddenly some man goes sprinting bye in the middle of the street at full speed. Weird. As we get closer to home, a man says to us as we're walking by 'Hey you boys wanna buy some beers'. I reply ' NO I'm PISS DRUNK', then the man pissed himself, and my friend pointed it out first, he was only high on cannibus. Weird. <br> <br> T+05:15 (10:00pm) - Ah home again. We finally arrive home and the night continues to go well, I sit in a room and play guitar and stare at dead posters, completely gone. <br> <br> T+06:45 (11:30pm) - My friends decide to watch a movie, I try to watch but they try to fuck with me by putting on the spanish subtitles, they know I speak spanish, and I'm hearing what the person is saying in english, and reading it in spanish at the same time. It was too much to handle. I left the room. <br> <br> T+07:00 (11:45pm) - My two lesbian friends enter the empty room and begin talking with me. I've known them for quite some time, and they are completely gay. But one of them started to rub my thigh, then the other asked if I wanted a little going away present. Being the dumb acid head I am I said 'What are you talking about'. She replied 'You wanna unwrap me and (Jill we'll call her)'. Sure I said. She mounted me and we began to makeout, these are some hot lesbians too, what a fucking thing to do while tripping! <br> <br> T+07:15 (12:00am) - I dont remember much of the kissing stuff, but I do remembert getting head from the two of them at once, it was so hard to hold in my excitement if you know what I mean, but I did. <br> <br> T+08:45 (1:30am) - The sex was amazing, I can only say that having one of your fantasies come true, while tripping, is an amazing thing. Anyways, everyone went to bed, so I'm left by myself. <br> <br> T+09:45 (2:30am) - Cant sleep and my mind is way out there, I'm starting to lose it. <br> <br> T+10:45 (3:30am) - My phone rings, its one of my friends that I sold some of the cid to, he doesn't seem to be speaking english, so I turn off my phone and toss it aside. <br> <br> T+14:15 (7:00am) - No sleep, still tripping, and I call my mother to try to delay my father's arrival. Not happening. <br> <br> T+17:15 (10:00am) - I meet my father for breakfast, eating a bluberry muffin while tripping is scary. All the nooks begin to move and breathe, its weird. My father notices I'm acting strange and asks what's wrong. 'Hungover' I say. <br> <br> T+18:45 (11:30am) - I'm driving home with my pops and begin confessing my love for marijuana to him, he has never done any drug. <br> <br> T+19:50 (12:35pm) - Home at last, and bed for me, I cant be out with my family, the whole world is closing in. <br> <br> T+21:10 (1:55 pm) - The trip has ended and I'm fast asleep. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE I MUST SAY!<!-- 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: 21224</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 6, 2005</td><td>Views: 10,256</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=21224&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=21224&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Various (28), Sex Discussion (14), 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">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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I live down in South Africa, a place of insane beauty, culture and energy. Me and two of my closest friends arranged to travel the rugged coastline with nothing but a tent and the thirst for adventure. I was blessed to find the most incredible LSD in the 200-300ug range and so the journey began. <br> <br> On our third night we found a beach surrounded by lime green cliffs, scattered with mystical caves and sand rarely marked with human feet. We decided to hike down the cliff on a rather treacherous trail and make camp for the night. <br> <br> At about 5pm, just as the sun lost its brutal intensity we took our dose. We explored the beach for a while and once we felt the surge of the acid take hold we returned to our cave to lie down and listen to Jim Morrison - An American Prayer. The music became all powerful and faces swirled in the cave above. Then sunset came. Standing knee deep in the icy and restless water we watched the orb of light sink slowly into the sea - around us we could see the earth breathing, everything had faces and spoke to us, not with words, but with beauty. I can truly say that this was the most powerful sunset of my life. <br> <br> Darkness descended and we went cave exploring. We found an Alice in wonderland like rabbit hole in one cave and of course dived in head first. Inside the cave it was pitch black - it felt like being in the stomach of a giant being. The walls were slick and every flick of our lighter revealed complicated stone structures the likes of which are indescribable. We stayed in the cave for about 30 minutes, laughing and feeding on the surrounding energy. When we left the cave a dense mist had rolled in off the sea and the surrounding visibility was about 5 feet. It was a cold night, yet every now and again an incredible warmth would surround us. I can’t explain this, except that I knew there was a presence on the beach with us that night. The presence guided us and when it left, we would feel cold and alone. <br> <br> At about 9pm - we suddenly realized our situation. Trapped on a remote beach, nobody knows where we are, anything could happen - we felt very isolated and alone. It was a scary, but ultimately amazing feeling. We were experiencing the true nature of night, the same as any wild animal or as man a few hundred years ago. Our senses were acute and we could feel every vibration, see every movement and taste the life in the sea air. The night was filled with an amazing adventurous spirit. We all had profound insights about the misdirection of our lives and our imbalances and today we are all better people, striving to follow our dreams. <br> <br> We were so lost in the confusion of society and western thinking - this trip was like a sledgehammer of reason and truth - I am now starting to wake from my earthly slumber - how foolish it is to follow, when we are able to create.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50205</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,004</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50205&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50205&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), 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"> </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">185 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> An foaf and and an foaf took 150mcg of LSD and expected a cruisy journey for themselves one morning. The plan was to have a wonderful morning experience with the sunrise. <br> <br> At t+40 (M) needed to go home for an unanticipated bowel movement which being on a cliff side watching the sun come up had no spaces to cater for (if you get my drift). (F) agreed going home was a wise choice at that point in time. <br> <br> At home in less than 10 they both noticed serious nausea and disjointedness in their communications. CEV and OEV were quite marked and the synchronicity of their inner pains to their outer experiences was escalating. They were in a state of alarm whilst still aware of their alarmed state and therefore contained panic. Both remarked that they had never experienced such disjointedness in earlier experiences - ever - and both had never experienced such physical discomfort. <br> <br> They both traced the changes in their experience to the usage of a herbal bowel cleansing device used to remove impacted food from the lining of the bowel. A quick research of the ingredients reveals that there are very similar products out there that are reputed to have the same cleansing properties. <br> <br> The discomfort continued throughout the duration of the experience and herbal colon relaxing teas were of little help. It was to be a rough ride to the end. At t+10 hours the pain and discomfort was subsiding and communications between the two were back online and clear. <br> <br> Both M/F noted that they had previously attempted a pscilocybe experience whilst using this same cleansing material and discovered to their amazement also that this was a very uncomfortable experience with a lot of nausea. <br> <br> Both M/F stopped the usage of the bowel cleanser and immediately set up another test to find that there were no ill side effects to be noted. Since this experience both have not had any ill side effects at all from various substances. <br> <br> They were taking at the time 1 tablespoon of Fibreblend morning and evening when the bizzare effects were noted. <br> <br> Both would like the world to know that using psychedelics whilst doing herbal bowel cleansing treatments is potentially a bad and uncomfortable experience. <br> <br> :)<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 47762</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2006</td><td>Views: 7,894</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=47762&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=47762&amp;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), Vitamins / Supplements (231) : Difficult Experiences (5), 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">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> </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 --> For everybody out there dealing with an LSD 'psychosis'/hell/suicidal phase, please be aware that you are not alone. <br> <br> I have possible ways of fighting it. Ways of dealing with it that have completely made me continue with my life happilly and succesfully. I dropped acid September 20th, 2005, the day that my life took a complete twist and I had to possibly start dealing with schyzophrenia for life. I went to this park looking for a metaphysical, mystical and life changing experience and I never thought of the consequences that were lying ahead. <br> <br> It was my first time on it and the trip started out pretty well. Then the security from the park told me and my friend (which was babysitting) we had to leave. I lost my car keys and we couldnt leave the park. Then I walked back home and everything became incredibly evil. I saw demonlike shapes, and everything seemed black and infernal. I thought I had died and arrived in hell. I felt incredibly alone and hopeless. I cant put in words the horrible feeling and inmense agony I was going through and I hope nobody ever feels that because I cant think of anything worse. When I got home, my parents asked me where was the car and I told them I had lost the keys and that I was on acid. They completely flipped out (they are very religious and had no idea I had ever tried any drug) and told me how terrible I was after being raised in such a great family (which is completely true). Hell became even bigger and to not make this story so long, I spent 3 days after that without being able to sleep and just thinking that I was eternally damned and that I had to kill myself. Thank God I never did it (after I put a gun to my head I chickened out). <br> <br> After a week my family had accepted the fact of what just happened and just wanted me to continue living my life drug free and with Jesus by my side. But something was terribly wrong. My thoughts were out of control and I was hearing strange things in my head. My ego was also destroyed and I thought I had become 'nothing'. I felt my personality was completely gone and that I had no way of regaining it. I told my mom that I needed help (which takes a lot of courage because it is hard to accept that you went crazy) and we went to a shrink. The shrink prescribed me Seroquel (which is an antypsychotic medication) and the first days were horrible. I thought I was going to finish up in a mental hospital tied down. The anxiety I felt was overwhelming and the fact that you think that at this point there is no way back. But how wrong I was. I started praying to Jesus and God and things started to get better until this day (5 months later) which I feel completely well. <br> <br> I just want to tell people going through this to seek professional help right away and to pray to God and Jesus a lot. That was my salvation. And mainly, to not lose faith in myself or God. God is loving and omnipotent and is the only one who can really make a difference in me. Dont feel like a sinner or that you are eternally damned because that is not true and that is the way I felt. But believe me, with enough praying, avoidance of drugs and alcohol 100 percent, and with a good psychiatrist by my side, I have everything by my side to fight the condition I know many people live in. I just want to tell you again that there IS help out there and that nothing in this world lasts forever. Your hopelessness, fear, anxiety, and fear of being psychotic for the rest of your life, will disappear and the light of God will shine on you again. I truly believe God gives us very hard tests for us to evolve spiritually and that everything happens for a good reason. Also it is a way for us to find the real truth which is Him and not move along with our egocentric attitudes, drug usage and other terrible things human beings do. Have faith in God, pray, seek for professional help and quit drugs. Thats all I have to say. Peace and love for everyone.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50272</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,936</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50272&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50272&amp;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">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">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had been trying to get LSD for a very long time where I live. Even though its a college town, its hard to find acid. I've done mushrooms many times, roughly 20. I've taken 2c-i twice, as well as 2c-e. The trip I am reporting about is my third LSD experience. My first being 5 or 6 days prior to my third. I love psychedelics, so I had to buy as much acid as I could, WHILE I could. <br> <br> I watched my friend drop the LSD onto 2 sugar cubes. 1 hit on each cube. I ate the acid 2 days later, around 2pm. 30-45 minutes after taking the acid, I had a wonderful body high. My face was somewhat numb which was awesome. My body felt very strange. Similar to mushrooms, but different. The first visual change was color getting very bright along with tracers. I would look at my friends face and it would melt right in front me of. Now when I say melt, it was like his face was liquid and it was moving around. I was watching TV, and I remember something popping out like it was in 3D. We went over to my friend B's girlfriends house. I had never met her or been to her house, so it was strange when I got there. Her room was in the basement of her parents house, but we go in through the back, the ceiling was about 7 ft, if even that. I walk in and look up, I couldnt tell if the ceiling was really that low, or if it was just me tripping, so I reach up and touch it to make sure. The walls of her room are pink, which made everything else sort of pink. By this time everything im looking at is melting and im just sitting in this chair laughing my ass off because its so fucking crazy and weird. <br> <br> My friend A let me use his iPod. He put it on some crazy trance/house music, and I just went outside, and sat down turned up the volume all the way, and looked at all these trees and shit in her back yard. I was looking at the trees and I could see the branches growing and moving, like the tree had a mind of its own and it was trying to grab something. I couldnt stop looking at the iPod screen. The letters in the words would grow and shrink and the spaces between the letters and the words would expand and shrink. I was so amazed by this. I saw kaleidescope patterns almost everywhere. Evrything was surrounded by a rainbow colored aura. It was pretty much like a prism. I felt completely out of reality. Never once was I scared, I didnt have a bad trip. I was having so much fun trying to comprehend my visual field. That, and the weird body high that I had was fucking amazing. I ended up driving my car even though I was tripping. My friend A is a pretty hefty guy. Bout 250 maybe im not sure. Anyway, he was in the passenger seat,and as I was driving, I could FEEL his body weight. I could feel the car leaning to the right side, like it was sinking. I melted through my seatbelt a couple of times. It felt like I wasnt even in the car a lot of the time. <br> <br> LSD is an amazing substance. Its very strong and very intense. Psychedelics are something I will never stop doing. Psilocybin and LSD have changed my life in a wonderful way.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50271</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 15, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,275</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50271&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50271&amp;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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 11:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 </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> </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 --> Set: mentally relaxed, having abstained from LSD and other psychedelic use for several months following a period of sustained heavy use. In a period of slight uneasiness trying to figure out career goals and options. Mentally tossing around the idea of pursuing a minor in religious studies at school to supplement my psychology degree. <br> <br> Setting: my apartment, the surrounding area. This is in a small city in upstate New York famous for two of its colleges. The immediate neighborhood is zoned as heavy commercial (grocery store, auto shop, etc.) but it is within 5 minutes of woods, 20 of a waterfall. <br> <br> T + 0: Having obtained some 'pink pyramids' which turned out to be good blotters, I ingest my first along with my girlfriend and roommate. This is my girlfriend's (called A for the sake of this story) first trip. My roommate (call him N) has tripped twice before, both with me after hearing about some of my experiences with psychedelics. So, I end up being the 'wise old man' when it comes to drug/psychology questions. This role is partially flattering and partially uncomfortable. <br> <br> T + 1hr.: We begin by telling light hearted stories, listening to music, making jokes, and smoking a prodigious amount of good outdoors cannabis. This particular strain is very smooth and good tasting, and we end up consuming a LOT over the course of the evening. <br> <br> T + 2.5hr: The peak of the first hit occurs around 6:30pm or so. We decide to go on a walk at this point after smoking a couple more bowls. Walking along the street we all comment on the sensation of being dissociated from our legs as we walk... we seemingly glide across the pavement on a back road towards the waterfalls. <br> <br> T + 3hr: We spend some time at the base of a large waterfall. This is part of a state park, which is closed since it is after dark. At one point we hear voices and see figures across the water on the other side, coming down a trail. Assuming them to be park rangers we try to blend into the darkness. Eventually, the figures get into a car and leave. We leave soon thereafter and walk back to the apartment. <br> <br> T + 4hr: Upon return we smoke several bong loads. Me and N take another hit each, A takes a half. We become engaged in a rather abstract and freewheeling conversation about a variety of topics. <br> <br> T + 5hr: During the course of this extended conversation my first visual disturbances appear. These consist of faces in the carpet, fluid movement in the wood grain of our walls, and some minor halo or aura effects. My visuals never become very pronounced during the trip despite the heroic amount of marijuana smoking we did. <br> <br> T + 6.5hr: We decide to put in a movie, and I ask A to select one that she wants to see. She decides on the anime Akira, which I had recommended to her another time. We watch it, completely blown away by the storyline and visual effects, which seem perfectly suited for an acid trip. <br> <br> T + 10hr.: We decide to go on another walk to smoke a joint on a bridge near our apartment. The walk is much colder than the last as the night has become quite chilly. We come to the bridge, only to find a new fence around it. This especially upsets N, who gets very scared and wants to leave. We do end up going to a park nearby to smoke. <br> <br> T + 11hr.: Back at the apartment I set into drinking a six pack of Sam Adams Ocktoberfest. N has some Molsons and A abstains. I tell her drinking a little might help with possible insomnia, but she has no problem with that... she drifts off to sleep as we watch Cartoon Network. <br> <br> T + 13hr.: It is the early hours of the next morning, sometime around 6am or so when I finally carry A up to bed and we pass out. Sleep comes quickly, but is accompanied by an odd dream where I am a street hot dog vendor who is serving little people in my buns rather than hot dogs. I wake up after sleeping almost 11 hours and feel extremely refreshed. <br> <br> In the aftermath of this experience we spent the rest of the weekend in quiet contemplation, cleaning and studying for school. We decided to lay off marijuana for a few days because the smoking gave us all sore throats. All of us feel very much refreshed and renewed by the experience. <br> <br> Some themes that came up during the trip for me were the paralells between Akira and the current U.S. military situation (deals with weapons of mass destruction, armed revolt, etc.), my ever growing love and dependence on A, my future career as a psychologist and the place of religion within that, and a contemplation of the multi-layered reality of existence. We coined a new phrase to explain away inconsistencies: 'It's all layers.' This, I think, gives me a sense of satisfaction in that I don't have to attempt to fit everything in my mind into one united scheme, it all operates on different layers for different times...<!-- 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: 10318</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 23, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,845</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10318&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10318&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Unknown</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: It is unclear why the author came to the conclusion he ingested 2C-B. 2C-B has not been reported on blotter before.]</span> <br> <br> After a previous evening of a rather frightening mushroom trip, I decided to go ahead and take care of business with some LSD and 2CB. The 2CB was sold to me as 'synthetic mescaline', as it has similar, but not exactly the same effects. I had woken up that morning at about 11 and had geared up with most of the appropriate tripping gear. For me that day, it was, first, to be completely free of any drugs or drug paraphernalia during the trip, as I had no babysitter but the crowd of a musical festival. Additionally, I wore long camo green BDU pants, a t-shirt, and most importantly, my green tripping jacket. This jacket is very important to me as it is my shelter from anything evil lurking in the world beyond. During the trip I would occasionally pop the collar and hide inside my jacket. I did forget my sunglasses on this trip. <br> <br> That day I was really just in the mood to disassociate myself from reality, as I had not had a very good trip the day before and was really interested in nothing more than putting some medicine in my body to cleanse myself of the mushroom toxins that I had ingested the day before. <br> <br> At about 1 that afternoon after a walk down Shakedown Street to gather the drugs, I slid the hit of 2CB under my tongue and left the paper to dissolve in my mouth. I had met up with some friends to help them find some doses (which wasn't hard) before we proceeded on our way to the shows. These guys were not babysitting me and I only hung with them during the beginning of my trip. <br> <br> At about 3:00, while laying around at a Gov't Mule Show, my world began to light up. Colors became sharper and everything around me became pleasing to thy eye. I danced a little bit and stood up on the tips of my toes, because every time I caught a glimpse of the landscape of the crowd of happy festival people I felt like I was getting rushes of serotonin in my brain. <br> <br> At about 4:00 I ate one of the hits of acid. We then headed over to Xavier Rudd. I proceeded to run around in a field next to the stage and enjoy the rush of energy and joy that was flowing through my body. During the Xavier show I ate the last two hits. <br> <br> As we left the Xavier Rudd show, I began to twitch. We cruised to the Jack Johnson show and sat down on a blanket with my friends. The trip grew in force. I began to see trails. There were some hippies climbing the tree and stealing attention from Jack. This was amazing to me, as Jack just chilled and let everything flow. The hippies inspired me because of their devotion to climbing up the tree. At this point I became uncomfortable around my friends, as I wanted to go explore the environment. I told them that I needed to go and that everything would be OK. I moved up in the crowd and started making friends and jamming to Jack. <br> <br> The evening progressed and I began to slowly reach peak. This is when everything got crazy. It was right before Widespread Panic Came on, and I was tripping really hard, unsure of what to do. I was wandering around the concert field searching for something to occupy myself with. I was in a panic. Suddenly I realized that I should tell the world. I ran around sprinting into open spaces yelling PANIC. Everyone around me seemed to laugh at this, so I proceeded with my craziness. There were other people joining in. I think this is a pretty standard thing to yell before a WP show. <br> <br> The crowd gathered and I got a good spot about 30 yards from the stage. Panic began to play. The music completely controlled my flow and the flow of the other Acid trippers around me, as we all simultaneously joined together in similar actions. At one point I just started crying, letting the evil flow out of my body through my tears. A guy standing next to me was also tripping and he helped me stay alive. At one point we were dancing and he remarked 'it's cleansing, isn't it?' I could only agree. We danced and screamed and tripped our faces off. At one point they played the song 'Chilly Water' and me and my fellow trippers were relieved and felt amazing as the fans shook their open bottles of water, soaking everyone. The water proliferated the cleansing motif the whole evening had contained. The show concluded and the crowd dispersed. <br> <br> I really started to freak out at this point, having no point of reference. I bought a giant smoothie and walked about a mile and a half back to my camp. I was walking so fast I almost passed out, but felt strength with every gulp of the smoothie. The whole way back I became depressed and tired and my mind was focused on the futility of my efforts to help my life with drugs, and I had the idea in my mind that I was nothing more than another fan at a widespread show. At this point I resolved that I was going to stop doing drugs, at least for a while, after this night. This promise I have kept, sort of, but I have not touched anything for about a week now. So, all in all, it was a very cleansing trip. <br> <br> I made it back to camp, but realized that I had made a pointless journey, because I needed to return rather quickly to see Trey Anastasio. So, I smoked a bowl, grabbed some bottled water, and journeyed back to the stage. I pushed my way through the crowd and got all the way to the front (Within 5 yards of Trey). The show was amazing. I spoke to Trey during a break between songs and told him to 'remember the trick'. He nodded and continued on. <br> <br> I love Bonnaroo. ACID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br> <br> The trick is to surrender to the flow <br> <br> (In case anyone who can use or abuse their power sees this, I would like to claim here that this story is entirely fictitious and does not represent reality 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: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44336</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 28, 2006</td><td>Views: 10,607</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44336&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44336&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Unknown (120) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), 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">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I think I was right around 14 years old, but definitely in the ninth grade. I had smoked lots of grass but had never tried anything else and I also knew very little of other drugs, and the mere concept of LSD intrigued me immensely. A friend of mine sold me a few hits of blotter paper and I held on to it for about a week before finally eating them one morning before school. I was pretty naive, and since my only experience with getting high up to that point was with grass I figured LSD would be the same, in that I would get high pretty much instantly or, at the most, after a minute or so. I waited 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and finally after about 20 minutes, I thought I had gotten ripped off by my friend and so I signed off on the notion that I was going to get high on LSD that day. <br> <br> I strongly believe that two factors came into play that day that made my experience so completely incredible. First, since I thought the drug wasn't going to work at all, it was that much more amazing, astounding, and indescribable when it did begin to kick in. Second, since I knew nothing of what would happen to me as far as effects, emotions, or physical and psychological sensations, the actual effects were that much more amazing, astounding and indescribable. <br> <br> The first sensation I felt took me by surprise because, as I have said, I did not expect anything to happen. It was an overwhelming feeling of pure pleasure in my lower stomach, maybe comparable to when one gets butterflies in the stomach but instead of nervousness, it was highly enjoyable in a warm tingly way. And as I sat in class, I became completely enveloped with the urge to just stare off into space or at the wall in an almost blissful trance that was extremely difficult if not impossible to shake off. I remember thinking that the teacher would see me doing this and think I was high, so I began to draw on a blank piece of paper. I began to sketch patterns almost in an automatic way, as if something was controlling my hand and fingers and was drawing on the paper for me. I was making large swooping swirls of spirals, pictograph-type patterns, and other shapes and patterns that one would typically associate with 'psychedelic' art or images. <br> <br> All the while this was going on, the drug's effects are getting stronger and more pronounced, and I am getting more and more enveloped in a peculiar soft white cloud in which my mind and body are wrapped. As I leave that particular class to go to my second period class, I am fully aware that not only is the drug working, but working with greater potency than I could ever have imagined. I went through the rest of the school day, from class to class, in a total and utter trance that in retrospect, must have been completely obvious to anyone and everyone. I remember trying to act normal all day, but one thing I had a really hard time minimizing was a grin that would burst onto my face so huge, it felt like my smile was actually consuming my face. I don't remember laughing that much, if at all, but rather it was my smile that for the life of me I just could not shake off of my face no matter what I did or tried. I also remember being completely unable to speak when I was high. When people would talk to me, I would just grin from ear to ear and not be able to utter a single word. Another thing I remember also, was right around the time I must have been peaking, I kept having the notion run through my mind that nothing was real, and it was such a deep and profound idea that I wanted to convey it to everyone around me but I was pretty much completely unable to communicate. <br> <br> By the time I got home from school, I was not high anymore; I stopped smiling at anything and everything; I was able to talk out loud and converse normally. I was, however, completely ecstatic and exuberant about what I had experienced that day. I wanted everyone on the face of the planet to go through what I had gone through. I wanted more than anything to share my experience with anyone and everyone who would listen because I had been so completely blown away by it all. All of it was truly too much for words. <br> <br> That LSD trip was a watershed event in my life just because of how much it blew my mind and totally floored me in every conceivable way. I have eaten LSD many, many times since that first trip, but there has only been a small handful of those times that have blown my mind with such complete and utter profoundness. It is the kind of experience that words will always fail to express properly. The spoken and written word that we humans have falls way, way short of being able to even mildly convey how deep or profound an LSD experience can be. Unfortunately, far too many people just use it to get 'f---d up', which I think misses the point of LSD entirely. People also sometimes do not use it in the proper settings or with the right people, and countless accidents have occured that have forever tarnished the reputation of LSD. When one ensures all the proper elements in their LSD trip, it can be one of the safest, most profound and memorable experiences in one's entire life. <br> <br> LSD is also not for everyone. I am a very secure and stabile individual, so my first trip went smoothly, but had I been a person who was not so secure or stabile, the trip could have gone a lot differently for the worse. All in all, LSD is the kind of drug on which people would benefit from doing homework before blindly trying it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1993</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23163</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 28, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,870</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=23163&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=23163&amp;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) : School (35), Glowing Experiences (4), 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>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   As I sit here at my computer terminal and reflect on the last few years of my life I am still in disbelief. I wanted to share my story of experimental drug use and where that road took me. Six months after I started using marijuana, a friend ask me if I wanted to try LSD. At this time of my life I was a second year college student who was happy, athletic, religous and success-driven at school. I came from a perfectly innocent life that epitimized 'Leave It To Beaver'. I never even drank until I 19. Innocently though I began using pot on rare occasions and I eventually became facinated by the unknown drug, LSD. <br> <br> After a little enticing from a friend I decided to trip. This first experience was wonderful for me. I had so much fun and seemed to learn so much through new perceptions that I had formed from tripping. I didn't trip again for one month but when I decided to drop again it became a habit every two weeks for 4 months. I usually dropped two gel tabs on those weekends and enjoyed the company of friends wherever we were and whatever we did. <br> <br> During this time I became facinated with the new ideas that were forming as a result of taking acid. I felt that I was becoming smarter, or maybe more aware. It seemed perfectly normal that my friends and I tripped every two weeks. We were doing good in our college courses overall and it seemed perfectly balanced. As I reached the third month in which I was tripping it was more about expanding my mind than anything else. Pot is to get high and feel the buzz but LSD is for the knowledge and experience. I knew at the time that there are consequeces for every action that we take but I believed the consequence of taking acid was the responsibility of more knowledge and a loss of innocence. By the time I was leaving college for the summer my mind was semi-fried. I believed that it was perfectly permissable that reality could be a hoax, an illusion of the mind. I battled thoughts on how there was no such thing as a common shared reality since I had learned through tripping that everybody perceives differently. In theory we could all just could be brains in a tank hooked to wires or that nobody else really existed. <br> <br> I chose not to do drugs of any sort over the summer in response to my frazzled state of mind. When I returned to college, however the temptations were too great. My use continued on a less frequent basis but my trips were becoming wilder. I went to parties all night long, taking everything to the limit. In addition to smoking pot, I know had tried mushrooms, opium, hash, nitrous oxide and an array of painpills. I was changing due to my experiences with acid. I became incredebly interested in philosophy and abstract concepts; something I never really could get into. I lost all my faith in God or rather I was became confused. I became more introspective and constantly thought about philosophic notions. I was still learning and that was my rationalization to sustain my usage. My trips were still wonderful experiences that I enjoyed immensely. <br> <br> The problem point came in January of 2000. A lot of acid became available and I bought it. In January I ate 30 hits of paper. By the first of February I would and could just stare at the wall for hours...just thinking in a dazed out stupor. I felt different than ever before. I reached a new ability to think during this time. The way I describe it is as the equivelent to water busting through a damn full-force in all its fury. Now I began reading philosophy and other interests that came to mind but totally neglected every other area of my life. I couldn't get enough of books that stimulated my mind...that is books outside of my school curreculium. <br> <br> I began partying to all hours of the night, drinking and smoking pot. Retrospectively, I was in a state of depression that fueled a circular drug frenzy...I was depressed so I drank and drinking and using drugs caused more depression. I could never get it through my thick skull that the acid had sent my bio-chemicals on a rollercoaster ride and it would take sometime for them to reestabilish normal levels. Four weeks before my graduation I realized what I was doing to myself. I still partied like no tomorrow but now I was trying to make-up for all the school work I hadn't been doing. I had missed two-thirds of all my classes and my professors were simply not simpathetic to somebody who never came to class. <br> <br> I stayed-up around the clock doing projects and work almost in a cumpulsive manner. I couldn't do it. I was smart enough, had the potential to ace all of my courses but I couldn't do it. I put 300% in at the last minute and no matter what I did, I coudn't fix it. I came VERY close to having a nervious breakdown. I drank and drank and drank just hoping to go numb. I failed classes that were nessessary for me to graduate...JUST expanding my mind had now cost me a college degree. I was messed-up in the head from all this. I had such rage and depression problems. I attempted the two last courses I needed in the fall, while working part-time. I was convinced that I was behind my problems and that 'I could handle it'. <br> <br> When I started my classes though I was on a 5 day DXM binge. I went to my first class and was in such a state that I couldn't really talk or write which was apparent from my notes. My vision was so blurred that I could see about 15 feet in front of me. Shortly thereafter I bought a sheet of paper. I was the party. Whenever I wanted to trip, me and whoever around me could trip if the wanted. I tripped with my friends and then by myself. After a while I knew that I had to get rid of the rest of the acid because my life was starting to resemble the movie 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.' It didn't matter though...it was too late. I became so depressed for about 6 weeks that there were times I didn't want to get out of bed. I knew I could do my school work but I got so overwhelmed that I just worried myself into submission. I just couldn't handle any stress because I was so emotionally unstable. I had no illusions this time about why I was so depressed. Hind sight is 20-20 goes the common saying...I just never invisioned the conseqences to be so severe. My classes were a failure...I began to beat my depression but not in enough time to pass my classes. 'What is wrong with me' I wondered? but I already knew. <br> <br> I am now getting ready to graduate one year late. I got my act together and I will soon be a college graduate. I spent an entire year in total depression, a constant feeling of void and anxiety because I couldn't see that acid was a drug just like any other drug. It almost took from me everything and everybody I cared about and this is something I am deeply ashamed of. I am not saying not to try LSD, but what I am warning of is the severe consequences that are at hand if you are ready to overconsume acid or any drug for that matter. Go ahead and seperate your usage from my experience if you want to try to make yourself feel normal but the truth is I was invincible just like you. I never believed I had a problem until it was too late...DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! The narrator from the movie Magnolia said it best 'You might be through with the past, but the past ain't through with you'. <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: 6741</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 21, 2002</td><td>Views: 46,465</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6741&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6741&amp;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), Health Problems (27), Depression (15), Post Trip Problems (8), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), Various (28)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I will remember the day for the rest of my life. I was about 15 yrs old, and had never touched any drug or alcohol yet. Never had I been high or drunk. I started hanging out with a new friend, him and some others had been experimenting with lsd for a few weeks. Needless to say the friend who i just met and was to have my first drug experiance with, a week before was in the hospital on an overdose from the lsd i was too take. ( shows my lack of maturity and descison making at the time) <br> <br> Well the story starts as i decide to sleep over this kids house. The plan was to get some pot the next morning and for me to get stoned for my first time.Well it turns out that we could not get pot so i was encouraged to try acid the next day. I figured what the hell? If these guys liked it i could handle it! My friend explained the feeling of acid as cool and u c things like snow flake patterns. So that morning we headed for the extrmemly packed mall. I quickly took the small blue double dosed tab on my tounge. <br> <br> within 20 minutes i was sitting on a bench staring at the floor with hysterical laughter. I no longer new my name or even cared. My friend looked at me and smiled, it only gets better he said. I then entered a candy shop and put a red hard candy in my mouth. within 5 minutes about 40 minutes into the trip all fuckin hell broke loose. the candy was flying out of my mouth, i could not control the feelings coming over my body, a red stream from the candy was shooting 5 feet out of my mouth! i quickly spit the candy on the floor. <br> <br> i was no longer in control... i was walking but in a constant dream, i still to this day do not know how i knew where to walk. i could not see anything. i was walking outside of my own body, my soul was half in and half out of my body.. i could see my own self walking with no mirror... everything was scrambled television.. my body waist was twisting like a corkscrew in a cartoon! I only had random glimpses of reality and fell into a time trap. minutes like days seconds felt as hours. the crowded mall drowned horrifying sounds. i begged to leave the mall but could not function. paranoia and nausea set in. i found myself vomiting in the crowded malls floor. bright green chunks flew in all directions.peoples faces were melting off. Yet i had no cared no worries. <br> <br> i was in a diffrent world. still to this day (5 years later) i have problems stepping into that mall. not until i was 18 did i dare to even touch a beer let alone any other drug. flashbacks occur often of walking down the street and i will walk out of my own body. i cant describe how powerful this drug is, only some people will experiance an effect like i had but i wish to warn anyone to know what u r getting into. lsd might be fun on a lower dose for me but i will not dare to touch it. lsd definitely scared me for life. my words cant explain the true nature of this disturbing trip. <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: 6418</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 24, 2002</td><td>Views: 13,368</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6418&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6418&amp;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), Difficult Experiences (5), Post Trip Problems (8), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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>(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>   All the names in this story have been changed. <br> <br> This is something that I have been meaning to write for some time. Back when I used to take LSD, I felt as if I was invincible to this 'bad trip' that people so often spoke of. What is this...bad trip? I knew it not. I was always in complete control of myself. I scoffed at those who encountered mental difficulties with drugs. I was young, naive, and very foolish. <br> <br> I would dose ridiculous amounts of LSD, eat a few milligrammes of Xanax, and watch the show for hours on end. One particular night, I didn't get the Xanax, but I'm not sure it would have helped anyway. My friend Ralph had ten hits of the best LSD I have ever seen. He took two, and I took eight. My estimate is 800 microgrammes, based on the idea that each hit had at least 100 microgrammes. (but I really have no idea) You will see why shortly. <br> <br> Within fifteen minutes, visuals had started and we were both laughing uncontrollably. After forty-five minutes, neither one of us could see straight in front of us. We could not read or even tell where we were. We were in his apartment at school, but the atmosphere was getting worse by the second. I had just eaten a burrito, and I went to the bathroom and vomited it up. When I looked in the toilet, it appeared to be full of blood. I looked at my arms, and it looked as if all my veins had burst and blood was all around me. I grabbed paper towels and cleaned myself up and headed back to the main room. <br> <br> I told my friend that I wanted a cigarette, but he didn't think I should go get them out of my car because we were too screwed up at the time. I thought that he was against me. I figured that he must have been an agent of the DEA or something, so I started asking him his name over and over again. He got extremely frustrated with me and then he soon forgot his name. I thought that this was proof that he was operating undercover with a fake name. I began to ask him if he was a guy, and he replied, 'I hope you don't normally ask people these questions.' I believed that this answer was even more proof of his need to avoid questions to cover his true identity. I began to shout and swear and say very perverse things to him and threaten disgusting sexual acts. I disrobed then almost completely and threw my socks at him. I curled up on the floor and began to say my name over and over again. <br> <br> 'Letters make up my name. If my name is Raoul, then I am Raoul. That means that I am an R, an A, an O, a U, and an L. But I am clearly not those letters, so I must not be Raoul.' <br> <br> Panic. <br> <br> 'I am not Raoul?' <br> <br> 'Then I am anything I want to be.' <br> <br> 'I am Justin Otis. I am Jason Forsberg. I am David Winburn. I am Shane Roth. I am Ryan Gray. I am Loren Cleary.' <br> <br> I picked up the phone and dialed a friend and yelled at him for a while, then put my clothes back on. <br> <br> I decided that I had to have a cigarette, so I left the apartment, leaving my friend behind. I walked a short distance and saw a picnic table full of people eating hamburgers and ran up to it and jumped on top of the table and screamed, 'I am a lunatic! Do you see people act like this? Ever? Hell no! Because I'm crazy. I'm the freak that your parents warned you about. I am the statistic in your psychology book! Have you ever read 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'? I am Las Vegas!' <br> <br> Well, it wasn't long before somebody called the cops and an undercover cop showed up and she pretended to want to help me. She found my pager in a pile of clothes of mine and asked what numbers were on there. I didn't know, so I told her to call them. I was on a college campus, where they had speaker call boxes at the bottom of the apartments. She called a few numbers, but got no answer. Then, the unthinkable happened. She saw the phone number of Maria, a girl who worked with me whom I had dated a few times previously. The cop called her and Maria answered. I heard her voice on the speaker phone and immediately became very embarrassed. The cop said, 'Hello. Do you know anybody named Raoul who would have your number on his pager?' <br> <br> She replied that she did and that I worked with her. I walked up to the phone and yelled, 'Maria!' <br> <br> 'Yes?' <br> <br> I softened my voice. 'Do you have a cigarette?' <br> <br> 'No,' she said quietly. <br> <br> 'Fuck!' I screamed and ran away from the phone. <br> <br> The cop ended the phone conversation. She then led me to sit down and put on my shirt and shoes. I was starting to calm down very noticeably, and I started rambling on a bunch of nonsense about the way the universe works. I understood the cosmic nature of all actions and perceived that I had become one with Fate - a sense of eternal predestination. It was as if I understood that what was happening was preordained and that it was my destiny that night to die - even if I had to do it myself. The cop told me that I would not kill myself and that everything would be fine. <br> <br> Then the boys in blue showed up. Six squad cars in all, and the drug task force. I thought that media cameras were there and I remember thinking that helicopters were flying around. I walked up to the police officers and threw myself at the ground and asked them to take me away. For it was tonight that I was to be executed for horrendous behaviour. They told me to get up and sit down. I did. <br> <br> The first cop broke the ice. <br> <br> 'So, son, what's gong on?' <br> <br> 'I took eight hits of the dankest acid you have ever seen - and now I'm a lunatic. I'm going to die.' <br> <br> 'No, you're not,' another office said. <br> <br> Then the fun started when one officer piped up and asked, 'Do you have any more on you?' <br> <br> 'What? You want to know if I have more? Here I am a total insane freak and you want to bust me with drugs? So you can get that big promotion? You profit-motivated swine! There is more here at stake than a bust! You want money? You can have mine! I have $187 here for you - take it!' <br> <br> Silence from the police officers. Then, 'Well, who did you get it from?' <br> <br> 'What? Here we are again - back to busting people and making money off of my lunacy! You pigs make me sick!' <br> <br> Then an officer said, 'Well, you might think differently when you sober up...' <br> <br> Sober up? Sobriety? What's that? I had no concept of rationality or straight thinking. As far as I was concerned I was doomed for life in this semi-functional, yet fully-enlightened state. <br> <br> Finally, one cop said to another, 'Call this guy a cab...' <br> <br> They called a cab, gave me back my belongings and after spouting off nonsense for about thirty minutes, I got into the long awaited taxi and went home, and lay in bed all night thinking about what a fool I had been the previous night. <br> <br> That night and my repulsive behaviour still haunts me to this day. I really don't do very many drugs anyway, but LSD is one that I will not ever touch ever again. Please be careful with LSD. I think it is highly unstable and can make you do or think things that you might have never before conceived of. I still shudder when I think of the things I said and did, and the damage that I did to friendships and relationships. Some have not healed yet - and that is a price I have to pay. <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: 6464</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 26, 2002</td><td>Views: 16,105</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6464&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6464&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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>   It was right after Christmas in 1995. I had had a fight with my girlfriend and went to a rave with my guitarist friend. When we got to the party, my friend Jeremy took one hit of acid and two hits of H-bomb ecstacy. I dropped two hits of acid and began to mingle around the rave. Everyone there was already tripping and I felt kinda left out. I went to the front entrance and got a beer and sat on an old wooden bench. I sat there for a couple of hours, just watching everybody walk in and out. <br> <br> As I began to trip, I kept thinking, 'pretty soon the cops are gonna come into this place and we are all going to jail. Confusion started to set in and all I could think is that nobody here cares anything about me and my girlfrind is gonna leave me and I'm probably going to jail. After a while I started looking for Jeremy and couldn't find him. I got scared and thought he had left me. I finally found him outside throwing up. He asked me what I wanted to do and I said, 'lets go to my house.' He agreed, and as we began to drive to my house, he said to me, 'You know, it's crazy. I can't even see the road, but I know where I'm going.' <br> <br> When we got back to the house he sat down in my living room floor and began to meditate. I went into the bedroom and looked into the mirror. I watched my face immediately cover over with hair and then crack and melt off of my scull. I got up and looked at the t.v. which had an Orlando Magic game on. Penny Hardaway was shooting free throws and his face had devil horns coming out of it and his eyes were glowing red. I felt this overwhelming sense of evil in the room. I went back into the living room and tried to focus on the christmas tree lights to amuse myself and take my mind off of the evil feelings. As I turned and looked at Jeremy, I noticed that he was sitting in the lotus position, with his hands looking like he was praying but they were pointing down to the floor. I said, 'man, I am not having fun anymore.' He looked at me but his eyes were rolled back in his head and all I could see were the whites of his eyes and he said, 'Just go with it man.' But his voice wasn't his. It was evil, dark, and eerie. <br> <br> I immediately began to shake violently and couldn't control it. <br> I rushed into the bedroom and woke my girlfriend. I told her that I was about to die and that I wanted her to hold me, as she was the only thing in the room that felt alive. As I took her into my arms, something bizzare happenned. I stopped shaking and she started shaking. She got sick to her stomach and I followed her into the bathroom. As we sat in the bathroom I asked her if she would pray and ask God to make this thing leave. She said that she didn't know what to say. I urged her to do it and she did. I had been tripping for 4 hours at this time and when she prayed the trip and the shaking stopped suddenly. We went back to the bedroom after about 30 minutes, and on the way Jeremy looked at me and said,'What's wrong man?' I said,'Nothing now. I am going to bed.' <br> <br> He left about an hour later. That was my last trip. Whether you believe in demons or not, my 'friend' who was into sorcery, tried to have me posessed. I know this now. The demon couldn't have me, so it tried to get my girlfriend who was sober, and is now my wife. <br> <br> I am a preacher now, and looking back, I know that God spared my life that night. Acid opens a door to the spiritual realm that should never be opened. Be smart. Find your spiritual high in Jesus, not drugs. <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: 6421</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 26, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,705</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6421&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6421&amp;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) : Entities / Beings (37), Bad Trips (6), Various (28)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Now, I had tripped once before in my life but it was probably real weak acid, I had 1 1/2 hits and felt nothing but a light headed feel, a real base-line effect. My friend jack had gotten hold of three microdots for the weekend and he invited myself and our friend dave to trip with him (me and dave had both shared our rather weak first experience). Jack was a tad more experienced in the ways of class a drugs than us although we all are regular pot heads and not shy of popping pills when the chance arises. <br> <br> Anyway, we had got hold of our trips and decided to go to our mates house (pete) to ingest them. Jack told us that it wouldn't be wise to drop so early in the evening (it was 4.00pm) cos we would be flying when the rest of civilisation was still active. I thought 'fuck that, I wanna trip!' and dave agreed so we ended up taking them about 5.00pm. Now I thought that if the first trip was anything to go by I would be able to handle everyday situations quite easily (I had made arrangements to see my girlfriend that evening) so I thought we would drop, go round my girlfriends house, come up and be back at petes house before it started peaking and get out of hand. Pete and his flatmates, who I wasn't too familiar with, started their evening of getting heavily stoned so I thought it would be rude to leave so early after getting there so I stayed for a few spliffs. 5.20pm (20 minutes after dropping) I felt strangely inhibited but I couldnt tell if I was just stoned or if I was coming up. <br> <br> About 10 minutes later I found myself to be staring at a rug in the corner of the room, it seemed to be 'breathing' as if it had a life of its own, this facinated me and it took me a while to come to terms why I was looking at a rug, pete was looking at me smiling (they know all about acid) about 5.40pm we all decided to go down the chippy and get dinner, although I was in no mood for eating, we left the house and walked down the high street by this time I was for lack of a better word fucked, I felt as if I had dropped a couple of pills I had the energetic feel of beans and I noticed that my visuals were distorting, lampposts were swaying very gently as if hanging in the breeze and the pavement in front of me was a myriad of weaving lines that threatened to trip me up if I wasn't careful, goddamn! These dots are nothing like the shitty blotters I had before, this was madness and I had to take the drivers seat..by the time we got to the chippy me and dave we jabbering about getting some mdma, this was the best idea in the world and no one could tell us otherwise, 'snap out of it, you've taken microdots, you dont know whats gonna happen, give it time'. <br> <br> Pete and co. Went in the chippy while me jack and dave waited outside, jack started staring at a nokia mobile advertisment on the wall, the one with the ketchup seemingly sprayed all round the edges of it. The first thing I thought was 'fuck me theres a girl in that wall and shes covered in sauce, no it cant be it is! Its actual sauce on that there wall' I went in close and had a real good look, nope its just and advertisement but the light its emmiting is the dopest thing I've ever seen. By this time pete had been in the chip shop for what seemed like hours and was cracking up at our antics outside, we left eventually and made our way back to the house, by this time I felt the acid getting stronger and stronger, I found myself on a sofa in the house attempting to get a cigarette from my packet, it took goddamn hours and I wondered if I was just stupid, this was the simplest task ever and I found myself to be incapable of performing it! This sent me off on tangents, did I do well at school? Did my mum bring me up well enough? Why cant I do this? Whats wrong with me? Oh shit...reality flashback, I had to tell myself that I felt like this because of the drugs I had ingested, then everything became a hellava lot clearer. 'Hold on, I dont have to worry about this, I can control whats happning, I just have to realise it' this got me thinking about how the drug was working in my brain, <br> <br> I closed my eyes and eye could visualise my thought patterns flowing freely from thought to thought, I could see if anything bad happened it would make a blockage in my flow of thought and it would keep building up and building up and cause me to get bogged down on that individual bad thought, I just had to learn to 'let it all go' so to speak. I felt as if I had a major break-through and I was just about to tell everybody about it but had to restrain myself 'what the hell would everyone think if I blurted out all the shit thats been going through my head for the last god-knows-how-long, ill be a goddamn laughing stock, well maybe..eh? Who are these people? I cant remember any of petes flatmates names..' looked over at dave at man, he was having a real bad one, shit, he looked so down I couldn't believe it..hmm he would be the one that I would save, by passing on my new found knowledge of LSD I would turn his bad trip to a good one just like I did, time to talk... 'Err we are going out for a bit, umm come on...jack and d..dd..ave' <br> Pete: 'where you going' <br> Me: 'uhh to get my bag' (I had left it round jacks house) <br> Jack: 'why?' <br> Dave: '....flahgshblah' <br> <br> When we got out of the house I had no idea where I was in relationship to anything, I knew the road but where the fuck did it lead??!! Which way is north?? Godammit... I went blank and we walked towards jacks house we went in silence before I remembered what the hell I had came out here for, right time to let dave know the truth.. <br> Me: 'right, the thoughts in your head, they build up like stacks and stacks and keep building and they could be bad but let em go' <br> Dave: 'wot??... <br> He had a point what the fuck was that? I made no sense and seemed to be confusing myself and dave so much more than we originally were. <br> <br> I would leave it at that and I would try to explain later when I didn't feel so fried, 'how long does this shit last anyway?' <br> Jack: 'bout 12 hours' <br> 'How longs it been? <br> Jack; 'err 6' <br> Bloody hell I feel as if I've been tripping for days this stuff is insane, keep going, ride the trip out, remember what you've learned before...let it all go, yeah, thats right. <br> <br> 11.00pm the prospect of being out at this time when the pubs were being turned out was terrifying we couldnt get my bag from jacks house because he wouldn't let us go back for fear of his parents we decided to go back to petes after a very pointless walk,still, the tracers were interesting. It was at this point when dave decided to talk for the first time it was quite relieving to hear his voice cos I was beginning to think he was braindead he said he was having a real bad trip and I told him to remember that it was only down to the drugs why he felt like this I told him to let it all go again (sounding like a damn broken lp) and he simply just looked confused there was no getting through to this boy, although someone on acid trying to explain their thoughts to another person on acid is the most futile thing ever. We ended up at petes house again after walking what felt like miles and miles (actual distance - 1/2 mile) <br> <br> Back at petes house I was incapable of speech although I crafted a very fine spliff which I was incredibly proud of..then the bombshell hit, I was supposed to see my girlfriend hours ago!! This was bad, shes gonna dump me, im unreliable, im a bad person etc...more acidy thoughts blowing things out of all proportion, calm. Think. Forget thats better.. The rest of my trip was incredibly pleasant after I finally managed to handle myself and things were quite good really. <br> <br> My ideas of a few things if your gonna trip <br> 1. Location - v.important, find a free house for a couple of days, giving enough time to trip and comedown, parents coming home while tripping is a recipe for disaster <br> 2. Know who you trip with - things can get real sketchy if your not sure about the people you are hanging around with it can turn a normal situation into a real surreal experience <br> 3. For the comedown have lots of pot to smoke or alcohol, sleep is good after an acid trip I hate just sitting around, exhausted after the drug has ebbed away <br> 4. Remember anything that happens is only down to the drug remember that you are in the driving seat, you just have to realise it. <br> Have fun!! <br> Mby <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: 6560</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,665</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6560&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6560&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I've been telling this story for awhile now. I think i want to write it down too. <br> <br> It was a hot Friday night in July, and my friend Victor had a connection for good acid. I had tripped more than four times prior to this, and Victor and our other friends were fairly experienced as well. It was me, Victor, and a third friend, Benny, with 11 sugarcubes of acid in front of us. This was the beginning of a night that was amazing and yet very unnerving. <br> <br> I recommend using far more caution with large amounts of unknown-potency acid than we did. Yet it was one of the most profound, life-altering experiences i've ever had. <br> <br> At about 8.30pm or so we ate our cubes. I ate 3. Benny ate 2. Victor ate four (victor, please note, was also on anti-depressants at the time of this trip. zoloft, i think). We decided to go to a friend's graduation party. We picked up Victor's girlfriend and another female acquaintance and headed out. <br> <br> At T+30 min. Benny ate another sugarcube. I, on the other hand, was already feeling effects of the acid. Whoever dripped these cubes must have had no idea what they were doing, becuase these things had to have been soaked. Anyway, i was driving, which was stupid to begin with, so i had to pull over and let Victor's girlfriend drive. When we arrived at the party it felt neat to get up and walk around. I looked over the fence and some hedges and saw a huge property with an olympic swimming pool and horses. 'Look at the horses', i said to everyone. wow. When i entered the yard, it was nothing more than an inground pool surrounded by concrete:) and this after not even an hour! The party, unfortunately, was terrible. There were parents there and a terrible band was playing dave matthews songs and old friends from high school whom i didn't want to see were there. i was 20 and my friends were in their mid teens. It was terrible. <br> <br> i stumbled back to the car and waited for the others. When everyone came out of the party i demanded that Victor's girlfriend (Donna) drive us back to Victor's place. I proceeded to crawl into the passengers seat and lock my seatbelt. That party had scared me, and i was very small and afraid. As everyone piled into the car it was so hot that i rolled down the window and leaned out babbling 'we have to go, we have to go'. So Donna puts the car in reverse, and instead of backing out, slams on the gas and plows into a huge bush, which smacks me in the face. I cannot describe the terror i felt. I began to cry. i was so lost and afraid. I balled while Benny and Victor laughed and Donna apologized. Later on, in the car, Victor was describing how as a child he couldn't pronounce the letter R. I immediately began to laugh hysterically, completely coming out of the hole i was in. We decided that the other girl, Kim, would stay with us for the duration of the trip. We had no idea what we were getting into. <br> <br> When we arrived at Victor's house i sat on his back porch. Spotlights were shining down from the sky and i could see monsters and spirits in the leaves in the trees. I was still afraid. When i entered the house the tiles in the foyer shifted and gave way beneathe me. I did not regain my composure until i was upstairs on the couch, Mark Farina on the stereo. This is where the most amazing experience began for me, a complete 180 from what had just occured. <br> <br> Kim was laying on the floor, and as i stared at her (she was very attractive, young with incredible breasts) she morphed into a little girl sitting in her room, who shifted into a black girl with an afro listening to a record player. The entire room around her shifted right along with her through different time periods. She had an incredibly tight shirt on and it had a picture of a ninja turtle on it. Victor and i laughed for at least twenty minutes, because the turle seemed to bulge and dance on her shirt. 'God i love being a turtle!' we screamed:) I stood in a corner of the room, and found that by pressing down with my foot i could bend the room. I made dust levitate with my hands and spun it around in mid-air. I lay down on the floor, and i found myself instead lying on a creek bed, looking up through the water at the sky. There were clouds and blue sky and a bright sun, no ceiling at all. I could see reeds jutting out from the river bank. Fish swam by. Kim threw her leg over the edge of a chair to my right, and the chair morphed into a long wooden dock, with kim dangling her legs down into the water. I felt so cool and relaxed. i felt at peace there underwater. i could breathe normally and watch everything without the least bit of fear. i began to play with kim's feet, rubbing and massaging them. I began to see planets orbiting around her toes, tiny meteors and stars and her feet became the universe and i got closer and closer and closer. <br> <br> I began to feel as though i needed to be alone. so after convincing everyone that it was fine i went out onto the second floor porch. I looked over the railing and saw a hole dug into the garden below, a body in a sack curled up next to it. At first i was afraid, but then i realized what was going on. That was my old self, my old body before this amazing trip. I had reached a new level of awareness and this old self was being cast back to the earth. it was a very beautiful moment for me. I watched the body enter the grave and plants grew up over it. A river appeared before me and i washed my hands in the river. AS i had experienced this, a shaft of light had flashed in the sky repeatedly. I am not religious, but i reached an inner peace with part of myself because of that vision. <br> <br> After retreating to the computer room and chatting online for a bit, i found a pen and began to write. i was still touched by my experiences outside, and i began to write 'thank you' all over the desk with a purple marker. Soon i could see tiny fuzz balls spinning on a grid inside the ink, and i flew down close and close as the ink swirled and formed patterns. I cut up a board game, producing a piece of cardboard that read 'the original memory game'. Kim came to visit me and after flirting with her for a bit we went back to join the other two. I hung my sign on the wall, where it remains to this day. Victor and Kim went off and Benny was watching Fantasia, so i sat down on the floor with Benny and we started to analyze the film. I have never seen anything more amazing than 'fantasia'. Never. 'A night on bald mountain' blew my mind. Benny and i bonded and began to get philosophical. <br> <br> I should mention at this point that time had no meaning. I know the experience began about 9pm and only truly ended at 2pm the next day. We were lost in a globe out in space, our experience was completely detached from human convention. I really believe that now. <br> <br> It was then that we learned from Kim that Victor had taken a fifth sugarcube (remember that extra one?)while we were outside smoking. Its amazing how little impact that had on us. we figured that he was having as good a time as us. Benny went into Victor's room with Kim while i squeezed myself behind a chair and began to fantasize as 'some things come from nothing' began to play. The music that entire night became a perfect soundtrack, following our moods to the letter. It is a beautiful song and i saw tiny people on the tops of the chair throwing things down to me on the floor. Benny came out and laughed, then changed the cd to medeski martin and wood (combustication). <br> <br> Victor emerged from the room and sat down with a cig while we bugged him about taking the last cube. He was acting weird. Apparently he had been in his room with the light off, headphones on, and the door shut. He had been trying to hook up with Kim as well. He would only say 'oh'. we couldn't get him to say anything but 'oh'. <br> <br> yes, this is where it got bad. Benny began flipping out, demanding that we tell him in detail what had happened during the night. I was completely cool by contrast, saying everything was fine. I didn't trust Kim. I was convinced she had taken some acid. I was fucked up but had convinced myself i was rationale. I told kim to take benny out of the room to talk. Meanwhile, Victor had curled up at my feet (i was sitting) and was stroking himself through his pants, chanting 'oh' in rhythmic patterns. i couldn't help but laugh. it was repulsive yet so brutally stupid that i had to laugh. Then the worst thing happened. Victor raised his head and plunged his hand into his mouth up to his wrist. i pulled it out quickly, but to this day i still don't know if that really happened. he says he was trying to kill himself because he thought he was insane. <br> <br> Victor had a true bad trip. We had to call his brother, who arrived and brought us all down to his house five minutes away. We watched 'the big lebowski' and gradually Victor came back to us. He grabbed my leg and said 'douglas is that you? are you really there, right now?' i assured him that i was and he laughed out of sheer relief. we stayed for a little longer and then made our way back to Victor's house to collapse from fatigue. At 12.30pm saturday i awoke and went home still in a daze. I went back to sleep. <br> <br> There are two things i will say about this experience. <br> 1/ BE RESPONSIBLE!!! despite my good times, alot of bad shit happened. best to be prepared. Have a COMPETENT sober aid if the trip is a big one. Have an emergency plan, like someone you can call (luckily we did). and above all PLACE YOURSELF IN SAFE, COMFORTABLE SURROUUNDINGS. also....if you are taking an unknown amount of acid, try a small does first or ask around about the hit you got. I have never had sugar cubes as completely potent and saturated with LSD as those. I had tripped at least four times prior to this experience. had i known better i might not have taken all three at once. <br> <br> 2/EVERYONE SHOULD TAKE ON SUCH A HUGE TRIP AT LEAST ONCE. with the right environment and support you can completely expose your soul and rearrange your life in a positive and real way. i became much more sure of myself and socialable than i had been. many of my burdens from the past were lifted from my shoulders and thrown away. <br> While i was tripping on that back porch i had believed that i would never come down and that i had reached a new and permanent level of conciousness that would stay with me forever. Sometimes i really do believe that is true. <br> <br> Thanks for reading. <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: 6486</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 8,667</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6486&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6486&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Where the Wild Things Are <br> by Scott West <br> (all names have been changed including my own) <br> <br> After a couple of months I have decided to write down my LSD experience so as not to forget it because it is something I might never do again, and also so I can easily share it with others. It was some time in January of 2001, and I had always wanted to trip, especially after some of my friends had done acid and mushrooms a couple months before. I think my attitude going into the trip was very influential in how good it was. I was not afraid of having a 'bad trip.' In fact I wanted to have a freaky experience because I thought that sounded cool. Little did I know I would have a profound experience that would last two days and far exceed the quality of any of my friends experiences. <br> <br> I am a straight A student (a senior in high school) and also a very good artist and a very intelligent person, who's hobbies include computer programming and car audio. I wanted to trip because I was confident that if acid could have cool effects with the weak burned out stoner minds and weak imaginations of some of my friends, just imagine what it could do with my brain and my vivid imagination! I was going to be very disappointed if I didn't have some wicked visuals. There is one more thing I should mention. Friday morning I took 2 or 3 pills of Gingko Biloba, because I thought maybe it would increase blood-flow to the brain and maybe stimulate better visuals and memory power, because I was hoping for some flashbacks (which I really didn't know anything about at the time.) I didn't hear this idea anywhere I just thought of it all on my own and I think maybe it did some good. <br> <br> It started at 10:00 PM on a Friday night. I was at my friend's house where I spend the night all the time so it is like a second home to me. I took 1 hit of blotter to start out with and my friend Nathan took two. My other friend Brandon started getting drunk while my friend's Japanese exchange student took 4 hits. My friends Brian, Evan, and maybe one or two others were there too but remained sober. At 11:00, Nathan had to drive to a party to pick up his brother and his friend. I went along. While we were there, I saw my school principal and laughed as I thought 'if only he knew.' We came back home and went down in the basement where we hang out. At 12:00 I noticed that things seemed a bit different than normal, but I was not very impressed yet. I went into a big walk in closet where it was dark and the magic began to happen. <br> I looked at boxes that were shelved along the wall, they began to ebb and flow to the light patterns of the furnace. Then I looked at the furnace and its bright blue sparks, it was awesome. <br> <br> As I came out of the closet I got an overwhelming feeling that Evan was behind me, but when I turned around he was not. When I came out Nathan was like 'are you tripping yet' and I was like 'kind of' then we laughed and I thought it was so cool. About that time I started noticing sparks of light and the static was coming OUT of the TV. I was also seeing some trails and random static. Brian walked over to me, and I saw a bit of a trailing effect behind him, but I didn't know what it was yet. I talked to Brian for a while and explained that what I was seeing was cool, but I wanted more! Then he went home. Then I asked Nathan for another hit of blotter, and he cut me off a big one. At this point I don't think the first hit had even peaked! <br> <br> I sat down on the couch and me and Brandon played some Tony Hawks Pro Skater 2, but mostly he played and I watched. Nathan was sitting in a chair quietly tripping and Evan was getting drunk. I looked down at the pillow next to me and noticed that it was 'breathing.' I thought to myself, 'oh my god I'm tripping.' Nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I looked up. I think once you realize it is working is when it really starts to work. I looked up next to me and saw Nathan watching TV, totally oblivious to the fact that his face was covered in eyeballs! His skin looked it was painted with big brush strokes, or maybe clay with thumbprints in it. His goatee/beard was growing like vines, and It became a vine and grew up his face. I looked around the room and noticed that everything was flowing and moving but this time in broad day light! All the textures were more detailed and dimensional. Colors were going crazy. <br> A few minutes later someone turned out the lights. I looked up at the ceiling and saw that the tiles had become a kaleidoscope that danced in the soft glow of the TV. The ceiling tiles would be square, and then morph into other shapes and melt and flow in a full rainbow of colors. <br> <br> As I looked around everything was alive. I laid back and just looked at stuff for some time. Then me and Nathan played video games for a while. One thing very strange that I remember was that when I played tennis it seemed as if I wasn't even playing, but my hands were moving on their own. Somehow Brandon managed to beat me several times in tennis even though he was trashed by this time. I had a few more mildly amusing visuals, mostly eyeballs in weird random places. One time I saw a face in some rocks in a part of Pro Skater, which looked like Hillary Clinton. I exclaimed and Nathan replied, 'you saw it too?!' At one point Brandon was drinking some coke and jack (or something like that) and it made awesome gurgling sounds that swirled around my head and echoed in 3 dimensions. Sometime during this period, Nathan's dad woke up and came downstairs. I just tried to act drunk. It was so scary I don't even remember what happened. But he apparently didn't suspect a thing and went back to bed. <br> <br> Then Nathan and Evan decided to go upstarts and go to sleep. I have no idea what happened to Nintendo (the foreign exchange student.) I think he may have been comatose on the floor or something. Brandon decided it was time to pass out so he turned off all the lights and told me to go sleep in the bed that was around the corner (next to the closet.) But I was not going to be sleeping that night. This was probably around 2 in the morning. I attempted to stand up only to realize I had a severe case of vertigo. Everything was melting and I didn't know what was what. Brandon helped me to the other bed and then passed out on the couch. <br> I took off my shirt and hung it on what I thought was the back of a chair. It fell to the floor and I realized that there wasn't a chair there at all! This was a little scary but I was amazed by how cool it was. <br> I laid there on the bed for a few seconds. It was pitch black. I thought to myself over and over again, 'this is when all the weirdoes come out.' <br> <br> I contemplated how letting acid play with my brain was like a little kid playing with a big gun. There were forces at work way too powerful. Humans were never meant to have experiences like this. When the room became bright again (my eyes adjusted to the darkness) I got up and walked around. Everything reminded me of Alice in Wonderland (like the tiny little doors and stuff). The pool table was little tiny and everything assumed weird proportions. Sometimes it felt like I was walking up or down hill or the floor was moving. One cool thing I liked to do was walk toward a wall that had some pictures hanging on it. The pictures, which were constantly moving in a random vibration just like everything else, came toward me faster that I was moving toward them. In movies they call something like this the Alfred Hitchcock effect, I have learned. I would walk around and see simple visuals for a while. There was a treadmill that had an LED display that showed random blinking red lights, and as I glanced in the blinking lights I could see patterns and letters. Then I had remembered Nathan had told me it was fun to look in a mirror while tripping. <br> <br> So I went in the bathroom and turned on the light. Oh my God! If this is a movie, here comes the bathroom scene. The first thing I did was pee. This was very cool. I could see it sparkling in an indescribable way. The coolest thing was that there was smoke, or more like the distortion you see from the refraction of light through very hot air (like a mirage in the desert,) was rising from the toilet and off of the stream. It made a cool metallic sound. Then I turned around. I leaned on the counter and my fingers melted into it as if they were made of wax and the counter was very hot. My finger tips were shaped like suction cups suctioning onto the counter. I looked at my reflection which was going crazy, it was distorting all over the place, and it was during this time that I realized I had control over my hallucinations. It was like when you are dreaming and you suddenly realize you are dreaming and begin to control the dream. <br> I began to distort my face and made it look like that famous old painting 'Scream' where the guy has the big head. I think it was by Van Gogh. Anyway, I started thinking about the song by Disturbed, '…looking at my own reflection and suddenly it changes, violently it changes…' and I wondered how far I could take my newfound abilities. <br> <br> I decided I was going to turn into a ware-wolf. I stared into the mirror. I scowled. And then it happened. My nose turned into a snout and hairs grew out of my cheeks. For one brief moment. I was a ware-wolf. Then I started playing around with the 'trails.' I was flailing my arms around and watching what reminded me of 'mouse trails' on a computer. I then morphed my face some more and looked at the clock wondering what time it was. As I studied the strange mechanical device for a few minutes I concluded that it was around 5 AM. I went back out of the bathroom and walked around for a while. <br> <br> Up until this time everything had been very enjoyable and I was thinking how much I wanted to do this again sometime. I was thinking it was nearing over but what I didn't know was that it was not even half way through. I sat on the bed and took off my glasses for a few minutes. I stretched my arms out like the toy 'Stretch Armstrong' and noticed that everything had a strange wide angle lens effect to it. I had the feeling I was a huge being a hundred feet tall and the glasses on the table were teeny tiny. This really reminded me of more Alice and Wonderland stuff. I took another walk. Then I sat down and tried to go to sleep but the harder I tried the more it burned to close my eyes and the more awake I became and the harder I tripped. I started writing poetry (none of which I can remember) and thinking about how I wished I had some paper and a pen so I could draw and write while on acid. <br> <br> A few hours went be and I contemplated everything from Relativity to the Infinite String Theory, and how it is all connected. Then I pondered how LSD works and what I was experiencing. I became very mad that I could not go to sleep and very badly wanted to return to 'normal' and go to sleep. I got very scared. I tried not to think about that and just enjoy the ride. I closed my eyes for the first time and saw strange neon bubble pattern accompanied by electronic noises that seemed to form music of some kind. Also a line from a rap song that was popular at the time and I had listened to earlier in the evening, 'been so lo-ong, he's been o-o-on…' kept running through my mind. I got scared again and was mad at them for leaving me here by myself. Then I remembered Brandon. I wanted to wake him up and tell him of all I had seen and felt and heard. I tried to wake him but every time I did he would just mumble something and fall back asleep. This made me very scared and lonely. I'm not sure where all the time went, but I do know I tried to go asleep again, and remember the bed breathing and moving and melting, and I was thinking 'it would be soooo cool to be having sex on acid.' Melting into the bed and whatnot. <br> <br> At about 10:00 AM I heard a noise and the light came on. I was scared to death it was going to be Nathan's dad walking into the room, but it was just Evan and Nathan coming to wake me up. Brandon had already gone home. I told them I was still tripping but not as bad as earlier in the night, and they told me to sit in the basement and watch cartoons. To make a long story short I took a very interesting shower and ate some very odd tasting breakfast rolls that his mom made and she asked me what I was going to do next year and I had no idea what she was talking about so I said 'go to Purdue I guess' which was apparently the answer she was looking for. Then my friend Mark called and told me to come over to Brian's house and help him install his new car radio. <br> <br> So I got in the car and drove over there. Fortunately his house is only about a ¼ mile from Nathan's. I had told my parents I was going to do this, and then go to work at 3:30, to make sure I would not have to come home at all the day after my trip. It was all very well planned out. As I drove to his house I felt like I was flying an airplane. It was really cool. When I got out they were standing in his driveway. Brian made the comment 'your car is making a lot of smoke.' Then I realized I had been shifting at about half the RPMs I should have. By this time I did not feel like I was tripping anymore I just felt very stupefied. I was in a half awake half sleeping state of conscienceness that I could not escape from. I felt very stupid, literally. This was a horrible feeling. I was in my own personal Hell. Especially because my brain is about all I have and I was scared I wasn't going to get it back. <br> <br> 'I suppose I might as well tell you guys, because I wont be able to hide it very long…I'm fucked up.' They assumed I meant I'd gotten an early morning start on potsmoking. 'NO, I took LSD last night, and I'm still fucked up.' That morning and afternoon were one long funky adventure. We never did figure out how to get his factory radio out of his Jap car, let alone get the new radio in. One particularly interesting incident I remember was when I went inside after his parents left for work. I asked him to make me a sandwich so he did. He asked me whether I wanted white or wheat. It was the hardest decision I have ever made in my entire life. I was like 'just pick one I don't know.' But just to antagonize me he insisted that I choose. Finally I picked one at random. White. He made me a ham sandwich, but when I tasted it the ham tasted like bacon. I found this to be an intriguing perceptual distortion. I asked him if the ham tasted salty to him and he said 'no.' The rest of the day just got more and more hellish within my head because I wanted to return to normal but couldn't. Outside my head things slowly became more normal. <br> <br> When you are awake, you can lay down and go to sleep. When you are tired you can shake around and wake yourself up. When you are drunk you can take a cold shower and feel good again. When you are stupefied like I was, there is no way out of it. It sucked. I didn't care whether I woke up or went to sleep, but I wanted to do one or the other. Then I went to work. It was also within a ¼ mile of where I was, which was convenient. I work at a retirement home and there are a lot of old fucked up people who I cant understand most of the time. For once I was on their level. I was communicating with them, I understood them, it was awesome. But on the other hand I was messing up everything I did, ruining pots of coffee and such. I kept expecting people to notice and I came up with an excuse in case anyone said anything. I was going to say I had a headache and could not think. But noone seemed to notice. <br> <br> After work we had a meeting about safety. It seemed to last forever and it was so-o boring. I don't remember a bit of what was said, but I do remember I saw a few sparks of light like I had seen the night before. When I got home I was scared my parents were going to notice something was up, but by this time I was pretty much back to normal, except I hadn't had any sleep for 2 days. I acted tired and said I was going to bed early. I curled up in bed and tried to sleep, but I still couldn't. My mind raced and I was scared, but eventually I fell asleep. <br> <br> The next day I woke up fine and went to school. I told a bunch of friends about it and they were either like 'wow' or really pissed at me. That was an experience I will never forget. I do not regret it. However, I'm not sure if I will ever do it again, due to the fact that it may make you stupider. I realized weeks later that my experience is perfectly modeled in the book, 'Where the Wild Things Are.' Each page can be directly correlated to something that happened on the night of my trip. The similarity is uncanny. I asked Nathan about what he had seen while on acid and he told me he had seen 'neon grasshoppers' jumping across the street. When I asked Brandon, who has taken as many as 7 or more hits at a time, what was the coolest thing he ever saw, he said 'I saw the ceiling come down and touch the floor.' So I am assuming that compared to other people this was a pretty damn good trip. <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: 6602</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 10, 2002</td><td>Views: 11,910</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6602&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6602&amp;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), Multi-Day Experience (13), First Times (2)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <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">122 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I have taken LSD many times. There are only a precious few trips that really stick out in my mind as an EXPIERIENCE, this is a letter about one of them. I was with my best friend/trip buddy Meg, and we decided to go to a party and take some acid. My other friend Nikki and her date (a guy i never met before) decided to come to the party with us, and trip also. This was fine because i love Nikki and this guy she was with was cool and had a positive attitude. On the flipside, the party we were going to was going to be intense. A lot of my ex-girlfriends were going to be there along with people i didnt like and a lot of strangers. The party was at a 2 floor apt. in a bad city. During recent acid trips my best friend Meg and I had we became bonded with this ceramic garden Gnome that i had in my room. For reasons i cant explain he was our tripping buddy and we named him BILL THE TRIP GNOME. He has a wise smile on his bearded face and seems to have brought us peace and comfort during our recent acid trips. We knew it was gonna be a crazy nite, so we all decided to bring Bill the Gnome to the party with us. I put him in my backpack along with other things to prepare me for the nite. I alwasy have certain things with me if im doing acid away from home, the things i brought that nite besides Bill the Gnome were, some beer because i like to drink a little when i trip. I also brought a change of clothes in case i did something stupid and got dirty or sweaty. I also had my glow toys which included a squishy glow ball(red) and green glow sticks. I also have asprin just in case of a headache. So I was prepared physically and mentally for a good trip... <br> <br> Knowing Bill would be there gave me a really good vibe for the nite. We dropped in the car on the way to the party at about 9pm. The blotters were named MAGIC, which i liked because i wanted it to be a magical evening. It kicked it quick for us, we all took 2 and 1/2 hits at the same time. Meg gave everyone vitamin C drops to help out our colors and visuals. I never really thought it did much but this nite it all seemed to flow so well. We get to the party, and there are so many people there, at this time the acid is starting to take effect and when we walk in we stayed in our little trip group and found a spot in the house where we could have our 'comfort zone'. We all decided to just sit for a bit and take in our surroundings before anything else. We were on the floor in a 4 person circle when i opened my bag and took out Bill. Everyone else at the party was drunk and smoking pot, we were the only ones on LSD. When i took Bill out and placed him in the center of our circle we all smiled and giggled because Bill started to smile with us, and gave us strength that the nite would go smoothly. This little 10inch ceramic Gnome became the center of our 'comfort zone' and many of the drunks were already making fun of us, but we all looked at eachother and nobody cared because Bill was giving us courage and strength. He knew us and they did not. <br> <br> About 30 min. after we got to the party the acid started to kick us full on. It was about 1 hour into the trip. Everyone was standing and smoking and we were all still sitting. As we looked up the smoke at the top of the room looked amazing. I asked Nikkis date if he was ok, because he really only knew Nikki. He just smiled and laughed and said 'im lost!'. I knew he would be ok and i let him take in his own trip. My gay guy friend Al came over to us to talk and just laughed when he saw Bill. Al had a shirt on it with a wonderful abstract pattern and we all noticed it at the same time. He found it amusing that we were so fasinated with his shirt. He had never done acid and asked us what was so special about his shirt. I told him that ' it looks like your wearing liquid clothing, its not a shirt its liquid armor!'. For the next hour we just sat in our circle and watched everyone. People didnt really talk to us, and it felt like we were flys on the wall just watching and waiting. About 2 hours into the trip we decided to take a walk upstairs. We left our circle and Bill to hold the fort(even though he was an inatimate object) we knew he would keep our comfort zone safe. <br> <br> Going upstairs was like going to another world, and we all agreed on this. Things were so different upstairs because the whole scene had changed. Different people, and different music. It wasnt bad, but it wasnt as good as being downstairs. All four of us sat on a bed huddled toghether and just started to crack up for no reason. The laughing fit seemed to last forever until the girl who lived there gave us a HUGE sticker book with all kinds of sticker like fuzzy ones, glitter, squishy, big, small, and very colorful. The stickers are just what we needed at that point in the trip. They were amazing and the color was just popping out of the pages of the book. Every kind of image was in that book on a sticker. I started to worry about my Gnome,Bill. So Meg and i took the journey down the stairs into the place we started our trip. It seemed like we were only upstairs for like half an hour but it was actually close to an hour and a half. So we were reaching the end of our peak and we all knew it. <br> <br> I told Nikki and her date that they had to come and bond with Bill the trip Gnome. We went to our comfort zone which was untouched thanks to Bill. He had a little satisfied smile on his face, and just looked at us with his blue eyes. We all agreed he was special, and magical. We were all glad I decided to bring him to the party. Most of the people had left, and the others that were still there gave us a nice vibe and we were all very comfortable. I drank some beer and took some asprin and just relaxed the rest of the nite. I said my goodbyes and went home with my friends. That nite or should I say early morning, cause it was like 4am when i got home, well I sat Bill down on the table next to my bed and just stared at him until I fell asleep. He seemed to sooth my brain and sing me to sleep. <br> <br> That was one of the best trips ive ever had, and i really owe it all to a ceramic garden gnome. I know it sounds crazy, but he was a good friend and although i dont have him anymore, i do miss having him with me. 'BILL THE TRIP GNOME' I will always love that guy. I wish all of you acid lovers could meet him. I do think LSD is a great drug, and a wonderful way to find yourself. That nite i learned that you can love anything. Even if his reality only exists in my own head. <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: 6661</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 23, 2002</td><td>Views: 10,850</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6661&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6661&amp;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), Large Group (10+) (19)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/datura/">Datura</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>   A friend of mine (P) got given some acid last week and so last night we all dropped. I was pretty stoked - it's not very often one get the chance to trip for free. In New Zealand (where I live) a tab generally cost around NZ$40... roughly US$20. <br> <br> Anyway, we were all getting pissed and we dropped half a tab each. Then P took me and another friend B into his room, where he proceeded to pack a bowl of Datura (I'd never tried it before, said I never would!) So we smoked a few bowls and sat around for a bit. Nothing happening. Acid hadn't even kicked in yet. So P strained the rest of the Datura and makes some tea (which we decided tasted like oysters). By this stage the acid was kicking in and I was beginning to feel quite angsty. Eventually we smoked some pot (oil, as it were) and headed into town. <br> <br> I can't say I remember a great deal more. I know we just walked around the whole time and were constantly losing B, who appeared to be having quite a bad trip. P on the other hand, seemed to be having the best trip of all of us since he couldn't shut up all night about how wasted he was. I was really just starting to feel good, but could already tell this wasn't going to be as good a trip as I'd have liked. As it turned out that was about all there was to it. I was quite disappointed with the acid (I've had trips 3 times as intense off half the dose) and the Datura didn't seem to be making a lot of difference. It would be interesting to revisit that night mind you, just to see if I was hallucinating at all (since you supposedly can't tell if you are). <br> <br> Eventually P caught a taxi home and I caught a bus home at the disappointingly early time of 3am. B would have been on it but he couldn't afford the $5 fare and was apparently too wasted to even ask me if he could borrow it (I had no idea until the bus drove away and he was left standing on the street). God only knows what became of him that night. There were no more buses that's for sure. I on the other hand felt perfectly normal by this stage and was looking forward to going to bed. I noticed when I got home that my pupils were very dilated. I figured 'yeah, well I am still on acid technically' <br> <br> This morning, however, I was a little taken aback when I noticed they were still dilated. And not only are they still dilated, but I'm feeling particularly WEIRD today. I can't focus on anything properly, I'm seeing double when I look at close objects, and I just have a general feeling of anxiety and 'somethingsnotquiterightness'. I'm not sure if I'm behaving normally at all which is a bit worrying since I'm staying at my folks' house. I hope to god they don't notice my eyes. Same goes for my workmates tomorrow. <br> <br> Basically though, last night sucked. I didn't trip nearly as hard as I wanted. The Datura did nothing as far as I could tell and my best friend got stranded in town and by the way he was behaving I'm a little concerned for his wellbeing. Last night wasn't much of a trip but now I'm feeling utterly strange. I dread to think how I'd feel if I'd taken a decent dose. <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: 12477</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 7, 2002</td><td>Views: 34,065</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12477&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12477&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Datura (15), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Hangover / Days After (46), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:39</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="/chemicals/cocaine/">Crack</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:55</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="/chemicals/5meo_dmt/">5-MeO-DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Day 1: Two of my friends and I drove to CA, and got a hotel near Six Flags Magic Mountain. We brought 9 hits of acid, which was in the form of smarties, about 3/4 gram of crack, and some 5-MeO-DMT, which my friends didn't tell me about until it was too late. We also had a wheelchair, a big blanket, a crackpipe, a lighter, a small notepad with pen, and money for tickets. Before this experience, I had only done acid once, with 2 hits, I tried crack once, about 1/4 g, and other than that I've only smoked weed. I hadn't even been on a roller coaster before this day. <br> We were all in a pretty good mood, but I was nervous because I was the least experienced one (with drugs and amusement parks). <br> <br> Day 2: <br> <br> 7:00 am: We wake up, each take 3 hits of acid, and eat a small meal from the hotel. We load the crackpipe, and leave for the park. <br> <br> 7:28: We get to 6 flags, and start waiting in line. I start feeling nervous and jittery, but my friends don't feel anything yet. <br> <br> 7:46: We finally get to the front of the line, and the acid has begun to kick in for all of us. Visuals start about the same time we get through into the park. <br> <br> 8:02: We arrive at Superman:Ride of Steel, and start waiting. People offer us to cut, but we were just going to wait for the acid to kick in a little more, so we stay in the back of the line. <br> <br> 8:39: Arrive about 2 people towards the front, my friend gives me a cue to take a hit from the crack pipe. I hide the pipe under the big blanket and take a huge toke. I tried to hold it in, but my head started feeling way bigger and uncomfortable, so I blow out the smoke. I turn to look at my friends, and almost go blind. I see extremely bright lights, and noises seem to blend in this frightening groan. I started wondering if this really was the crack reacting with the acid, but I coudn't keep a train of thought going. <br> <br> 8:42: They say we can get on the ride. My friends have to pretty much drag me onto the ride as I'm gripping the wheelchair as if my life depended on it. I keep slipping in and out of reality, wondering if I'm really on the ride. The ride starts. <br> <br> 8:43: I just lose it. I feel like I'm going 10,000 mph through a void. I start screaming and crying. All my muscles tighten up, and I sweat like crazy. We get to the top and I start crying. We roll back down and wait to get off the ride. <br> <br> 8:46: My friends quickly get me onto the wheelchair and push me away from the crowds. I look down and notice I've wet my pants and puked all over myself (which I don't even remember doing). My face is still pouring with sweat and tears. My friends try to calm me down, giving me a soda and telling me everything will be OK. <br> <br> 8:55: My friends tell me that they mixed in some 5-MeO-DMT with the crack. I asked what it was, they said toad venom and explained it. They had to repeat a lot of stuff because their voices were distorted and I had to hear things 2 or 3 times to understand it. <br> <br> 9:00: I feel better, because I feel the 5-MeO-DMT wearing off. The acid is still running strong, and I still feel dirty from the body fluids. I see a crowd of people and I think they are laughing and pointing at me. They start to come closer, and I tell my friends to avoid the crowd. They look over, and told me that they were actually walking away. <br> <br> 9:12: My friends are still talking to me, and I ask what to do about my clothes. They said 'this might happen, we are prepared.' <br> They told me that there was one spare change of clothes that would fit any of us under the wheelchair. I thank them and now am a lot happier. <br> <br> 9:20: We go to where nobody can see us, I stand up, and bring the clothes into a bathroom, hoping nobody would be in there. There was only one person, and they looked at me, but didn't say anything <br> about the puke or pee. I quickly go into a stall and start undressing. After what seemed to be 4 hours, I finally get all my clothes on and join my friends. <br> <br> 9:35: I ask how long I took, he said 15 minutes. I put the dirty clothes and blanket under the wheelchair. I looked up at on of my friend's faces and stare. His freckles jump out of his head, then his face melts, turns to pixels, and other various things. He said 'be careful dude, your pupils are soooooo dialated.' <br> <br> 9:40: I ask my friend to ride the wheel chair. He said 'ok it's not too dirty.' Walking felt great. I apologized to my friends for wasting time getting dressed and what not, but they said it was cool, they were sorry for giving me 5-MeO without permission. We were all now in a mood where we feel like we need to apologize. <br> <br> The rest of the day, we went on a few more rides, and my friends found places to take hits from the pipe before going on them. We each took 1 hit from the pipe and each went on a different ride while on the 5-MeO. I didn't go on any more roller coasters, but some other rides. When I waited for my friends I walked around trying to avoid people. I was very paranoid. <br> <br> Day 3: I was very sore, especially my neck. This was probably because I tightened my muscles on the roller coasters. I will never go on a rollercoaster or take 5-MeO-DMT again (purposely!), but still might do acid to confront my problems. <br> <br> Final note: I woudn't recommend doing any drugs on roller coasters, unless you like VERY intense stuff. I wouldn't recommend bringing a crack pipe to such a public place, much less smoking out of it. I was very lucky (some people may say unlucky) that I didn't get caught. <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: 8088</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 20, 2002</td><td>Views: 287,181</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8088&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8088&amp;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), Crack (82), 5-MeO-DMT (58) : Difficult Experiences (5), What Was in That? (26), Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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+ 1:10</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ci/">2C-I</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">220 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Just a week ago I tried a new combination that seemed to be well suited to introspective and creative tripping. After having been recently introduced to 2C-I, I quickly became a fan due to this compound’s rather subtle, gentle, yet powerful nature. It struck me as a good enhancer of other drugs and I have tried it with a number of them but I was curious as to what the synergy between this and LSD would be like. <br> <br> Having established my adequate 2C-I dose to be at 25mg oral and 10 mg insufflated, and having come across some medium-potency acid, I decided time, set and setting were right to conduct the experiment on this combo. <br> <br> T+0:00 - I drop the acid first just to make sure it works properly and it is consistent with the rest of the batch. Within 15 minutes first alerts start, just a heightened awareness that tells me this acid is smooth on coming up, not bunk nor overly powerful. <br> <br> T+0:45 – LSD effects much more pronounced now, ripples and traditional edginess starting. <br> <br> T+1:10 – The acid is coming up nicely and I decide to snort 10 mg of 2C-I. The effect is almost immediate, launching the trip into a very steep curve and in 15 minutes it reaches a new dimension, one in which I am very stoned yet retain incredible clarity and calmness. <br> <br> T+ 2:00 – Still coming up. What an amazing trip!! While it is clear that LSD is the dominant psychedelic here, the 2C-I has added much warmth and its own spin to it. Visuals are fantastic, revolving shapes with characteristic “electric” green, purple, blue colors, ripples but with some decidedly smoother shaping, gently popping up in orderly stereoscopic fashion. Also, tinges of “kids’ toys” feel to them, a very distinct trait of past 2C-I trips for me. <br> <br> And despite being in a very intense psychedelic journey, I feel very little of the edginess I usually feel on acid. <br> <br> I put on some wildly different styles of music and seem capable of getting into every note while paying attention to the great visuals and engaging in creative thinking, all at the same time. My mind is working so fast, I would love to have some of my usual buddies around to chat but that was not possible. <br> <br> T+4:00 I reach a plateau, albeit a very high one. I am very stoned but feel absolutely great, aside from a bit too much edginess. This is taken care of by ingesting 7.5 mg of midazolam, but otherwise I feel fine, buzzing with energy and creative thinking. <br> <br> I put on more specific music and apply my full concentration to that…Man, this is great!!! I stare at the ceiling, which by now has been turned into a full canvas, where exquisite visuals respond to every note, purple lights intertwine with head shapes of alabaster, shards of multicolored glass shine in all directions, all in perfect tune and tempo with the music. <br> <br> I keep at this for a long time and, frankly, lose count of time and have some wavy recollections after this point. <br> <br> T+8:30 Have come down a notch but still going strong. I decide it is time to hit the sack as in 2 hours will have to pick my girlfriend at the airport, and take 15mg of midazolam to sleep a bit…But to no effect, which is weird, it generally works just fine for me. Fortunately, I hit baseline (or whereabouts) in just about time to drive. Even at no sleep, feel great and energized. <br> <br> <br> Conclusions: <br> <br> This combo was very successful and much stronger than I had anticipated. The interaction was good, with LSD dominating the effects but with good synergy. The 2C-I, at this dose range, made the trip stronger, faster and gentler. It added its own color and shape twists, while not making the whole experience overly intense. <br> <br> And it added a warmth that is distinctively different from that of MDMA, where the body warmth and “lovey” feeling makes for a nicer acid trip. 2C-I seems to make the mental aspects of the acid trip more connected to your own experiences, closer to home in a sense. It also makes the visuals startlingly richer, by adding its own palette of colors and shapes while never clashing with LSD. <br> <br> A word of caution though: as with any psychedelics, watch out for proper doses when trying this combo. I think a pinch more of 2C-I could have turned it into a too-intense-to-handle experience. Before attempting this, make sure you have tried and established adequate doses of each one of these drugs. <br> <br> But for creative thinking, musical endeavors and sheer psychedelic exploration, this combo is excellent and I highly recommend it. Hot tripping indeed… <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: 14792</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 21, 2002</td><td>Views: 14,749</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14792&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14792&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-I (172) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">2 tablets</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">15 mg</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> <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>  Last spring, I rolled frequently with my boyfriend and my old friend Ms. X. Once, at her apartment in Philadelphia, we rinsed out a LSD vial I had recently finished. We all ended up tripping on about 500 mics each. [Erowid Note: estimations of microgram dosages of LSD are usually baseless.] <br> <br> Ms. X is a devout Catholic. Her beliefs came to play a major role in how she responded to the dose of LSD. She found herself play-acting as the Christian devil, daring me to look out the window and give up my soul to her. <br> <br> I belong to a goddess-centered, non-Christian, church and I did not take part in her spiritual experience (my spirit guides, who at the time were visible to me, made it clear that I was not to participate). We later talked about the Christian concept of 'sin' and how this idea motivated her to use self-destructive behavior to test her own faith. <br> <br> A few months later, we were in Toronto for my birthday. We smuggled a few decent ecstasy pills and some 5-MeO-DMT across the border in order to party in my hotel room. We were rolling quite hard, blanketed by chemical love, when we smoked the 5-MeO-DMT. While my boyfriend did not have a peak experience, I was reasonably saturated and found time moving very slowly. <br> <br> Ms. X was unfamiliar with the substance and her only prior strong psychedelic trip was the aforementioned LSD. Upon smoking about 15 mg. of the powder, she began to think that she was dying and tried to climb out a 17th story hotel room window. She later told me that she felt her soul leave her body and had an intense religious experience concerning death. I physically restrained her from committing suicide and when she returned to her body she started vomiting in the bathroom. <br> <br> Again, her Catholic beliefs about guilt and sin became crucial to the effects she felt. I talked with her, held her and encouraged her to let the fear she was experiencing leave her body. When she stopped vomiting, she became euphoric and started talking about how there was really a cure for cancer (a close relative of hers had died of the disease a long time ago). <br> <br> While I had a pleasant birthday, the experience of smoking the 5-MeO-DMT while rolling was clearly very intense for her. About a month later, I was coldly informed by Ms. X that she no longer wished to have any contact with me or my boyfriend. She felt that we did not respect her religious preference and had basically been threatening her on a psychic level. It became clear that my lack of participation in the Christian oriented scenes she experienced while on strong doses of psychedelics had led her to become paranoid about our friendship. We talked with her, and tried to communicate our care and respect for her, but there has been no further contact. <br> <br> I have given drugs to many people in the hope that they would help pull them out of certain head traps in the way that they have helped me, and have some experience with guiding individuals through strong trips. However, last year I had both this experience and a similar ones involving the use of MDMA, 2CB, AMT, DPT, 5-Me0-DMT, 5-Me0-DiPT and large amounts of cannabis in which old friends of mine with pronounced, unconscious Christian beliefs determined that I was trying to invade their spiritual privacy and there was another suicide attempt. <br> <br> I have never attempted to alter the religious preferences of my friends in any way, psychically or otherwise. In both cases, the crucial factor in the extreme behavior of the affected people was my not participating in specifically Christian scenes that came to them while under the influence of strong psychedelics. I believe that it is inappropriate to take part in spiritual behavior one does not understand and I have no knowledge of or participation in Christianity. <br> <br> I am just writing to bring to the attention of the community how large doses of unfamiliar psychedelics can bring young people (we were all between 18 and 22) into very specifically religious settings. If you are one of those people who find yourselves experiencing strong religious visions while under the influence of psychedelics, as hard as this may be to remember, please do not assume that your supplier knew that the chemical would create that reality for you. I did not even know what the religious practices of these people were other than generic labels such as 'Catholic' or 'hippie' when I gave them these drugs. I lost a wonderful friend in Ms. X and my landlady was almost informed by the other, unconsciously Christian, friends that I used LSD. <br> <br> My conclusion from these experiences is that there is an intrinsic conflict some believers of the Christian religions find between their chosen religious path and the use of strong doses of psychedelics in non-Christian settings. I have not seen a similar conflict in people of other faiths on strong doses of psychedelics. <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: 13001</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: May 22, 2002</td><td>Views: 25,007</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13001&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13001&amp;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), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Second Hand Report (42), Mystical Experiences (9), Difficult Experiences (5), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3), First Times (2)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">130 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><br>   -We kept notes the entire night as our experience went on and on. We dropped at like 9pm. For the remainder of the experience, I will be known as tad, and my two friends will be known as chad and dave. We each went through our own bad trips, but we also went through good ones as the night progressed. <br> <br> Body Weights: <br> Tad- 155lbs <br> Chad- 145lbs <br> Dave- 140lbs <br> <br> Time Dialation (real seconds):(estimated seconds) <br> Dave 30: 22 <br> Chad 30: 36 <br> Dave 60 with music: 55 <br> Chad 60 with music: 73 <br> <br> -we began 'controlling time' by using my strobe light to make it appear as though the fan was not moving, then it was, and etc. <br> <br> -after my own thoughts of the universe evolving water and fire, it inspired chad to do some typing. <br> <br> ime for this writing, STARTED BEFORE 11:24 <br> watyer bluye beginning white light <br> red fire against <br> always fihting for equi9libruum <br> chemiclas, water sloshing over the edge, a flame <br> THEY ARE ALWAYS MOVING, BUT SLOWING UNTIL YOU THINK THEY MAY STOP <br> but would water really be water without its comforting alterations, it calming slosh? <br> is fire really fire, if it does not waver with the wind. TIME DOES NOT EXIST! <br> one may live for as long as a human can live, perhaps forver, and their life may seem at the instant that they obtain 'standstillesness' perfect, but the next thing to happen may appear as the fire coming from the center of the earth, but for this one eternal man, it will not harm him, what may in the beginning seem as walls of 'fire' coming in from every directions may in time subside, and what seems so extreme at one point, when time is extended it is merely a disruption on the surface, a ripple in another pond, the flame wavering in someone elses wind we can do as many reality checks as we want, but the truth as it may be, is that all things are eternal, and in one sense, every event is intertwined, as to how is beyond this document, it can not be explained in any document, as it can be taken on any tangent, any possible explanation can be explored, but there is always some where furhter. <br> <br> water gives live, blue is all comforting, white light is so inviting red repels us, flames scare, black and darkness try to send us away <br> for now it is 11:26, and i am supposed to be going, as my explanation can not be fully expanded upon even in person, with my simple demonstrations with a strobe and a blue cup of water and a flame, with my hypotheses about the man who finds the perfect drop of water to give him eternal life and sees the rest of the world buring in flames, eventually his life becomes so long that these ripples become only minor molecules in the true ocean, the true ripple. <br> the atlantic ocean? it is the largest ocean. it is immense. but....the earth? it is almost entirely water! but you know what, this earth, is it not part of a solar system? a larger arrangements of planets that revolve around a sun? this sun is our center of life, all existance on earth, comes from the heat and power of this star, and our planets are revolving around this star... <br> but then, isnt this one 'all life giving' star known as the sun, part of another grouping of stars? and infinite amount of stars all bunched together in the most tremendous thing known to man: <br> <br> the galazy. <br> think about the sheer size of a galaxy - an infinite amount of stars all bunched together, but pick and choose at random any one of these stars, and around this star is a 'solar system' a system of various bodies all circliing around a star, which in itself is part of a large group of stars <br> revolving around some larger entitiy, in a universe. i have lost my train of thought, distracted by a smaller more direct matter, at about 11:34 but this train of thought, in the large scheme of things, is nothing. another man may be having thoughts 1000 fold the insightfullness as mine, but this will subisde, all that is gained, is lost. all that is lost is in some form regained. the peaks and valleys of a ripple. the ripple in the ocean. the ocean on the earth. the earth in the solar system. the solar system in the galaxy. the galaxy in the universe. the universe in the ?. <br> this, i as a human, cannot go further than this, as it is at the fullest of human capacity, that the universe is known to not be the largest body. the human can prove beyond reasonable doubt that the galxy exists as a container of stars, the stars contain the worlds, the world contain the oceans, the oceans contain the ripples. the ripples contain much more in them self, but also in the lowely way that a human can descrive, are symbols for the peaks and valleys, that are only in essence parts of a larger ripple, and on for infinadum. <br> <br> 11:40 <br> Dave feels that the lsd may be bringing out his grandmothers schizophrenia in him, but in reality, does it really matter? he may go crazy, but isnt there an entire human race to care about? but in that same mindset, isnt there all of life in its entirety to care about? but when we try to to to to to to 11:43 (off on another tangent, trying to elaborate to tad and dave, but they cant comprehend, what does it matter if they cant cpomprehend? there are always those that will, but for everyone that will, thre will be someone who wont. and maybe at one point, those that understand are in the larger percentage, it will always happen that at a later time those that dont will be in the larger percentage. it is all back an forth, wobbling, too and fro, teetering here and tilting there, and ALL FOR WHAT? <br> HUMANS WILL NEVER KNOW! I HAVE JUST HIT THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON, A SIGN OF ANGER? NO, IT MAY SEEM THAT WAY FOR SOMEONE WHO IS FOND OF THE INTERNET, BUT ARENT THESE 'CAPITAOL LETTERS' AND 'SCREAMING TEXT' JUST DOTS ON A SCREEN?HUNDREDS OF TINY BOTS THAT DEFINE WHAT THE HUMAN INTERPRETS AS A LETTER ON A SCREEN, THAT THE AMERICAN MIND INTERPRETS ARE ITS NATIVEALPHEBET, ONE WHICH IT CAN MAKE SENSE OF THE LITTLE DOTS AND FLASHES OF LIGHTS, WITH A LANGUAGE THAT THE HUMANS CAN UNDERSTND, BUT REALLY CAN THEY? <br> <br> 11:47 - DAVE BROUGHT TADS TREE UPSTAIRS <br> DAVE SAYS IT WAS NELLY THE ELEPHANT <br> THIS NELLY, IS A PIECE OF DAVES MIND, ONE WHICH HE CREATED TO TRY TO EXPLAIN HIS FEELINGS. HE HAS A 'FRIEND'... DAVE FEELS THAT PLANTS MAKE THE ROOM MORE ORGANIC, HE MAY GET US CAUGHT WITH HIS MINDLESS RUNNING AROUND PERHAPS HE IS MAKING BETTER USE OF HIS TIME LIKE THIS BY FULLY EXPERIEMTNING WITH WHAT HE SEES, BUT IN REALIZTY, HUMANS HAVE HAD EXPERIENCES LIKE THIS A MILLION TIMES BEFORE. DAVE IS HAVING A BAD TRIP. I MAY BE THE ONE WITH THE SENSE NOW T <br> I HAVE TO GO, THINGS ARE GETTING TOO INTENSE <br> <br> 11:51, DAVE IS OVER MY SHOULDER, BEING WEIRD, TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF ALL THIS, DAVE NEEDS HIS PLANT TO KEEP HIM SANE <br> I AM LEAVING, DAVE IS VIOPLENT <br> <br> 11:51 CHAD APRIL 13 2001 <br> I DONT WANT TO LEAVE, BUT I MUST, READ WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN, AND THEN THINK ABOUT THE INFINITE AMOUNT OF CAUSES OF AND CONSEQUENCES FROM THIS TYPIMNG. DAVE MUST FEED ALLEN. GOOD BYE. ALLAN NOT ALLEN. ALLEN AND ALLAN. ITS ALL THE SMAE NOW. I MUST GO, FOR I AM IN AN EMBARRASING RUYT, NOT BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOU7T WHAT I MUST. BUT DOES IT RELALY MATTEWR? <br> <br> -Dave: 11:53PM <br> -My friend began acting schitzophrenic, he began taking my plants from my house (artifical and real) into my room and talked to them. <br> <br> IT it speaks tp me on another level its quiote strange im changin my name to .,HEY ITS DAVE, <br> chad is now off of the computer now im the scientist wiht the dream iv e disco ered the secret to mr research, not technology , plants and bio life tad is trying to feed allen and allon and alan and alorian, like in atlantis god this is strange i mus twrite this down allan is my faithfulll companion ittl never leave me like its part of me i can feel itin my cinter of life, IT IS NOW IT.IT MUST GO, I AM NOW GOING BACK THE THE TECHNOLOGY WORD im leaving into the computer im searching around with my body and i cant feel my fingersm okay i just had a reality check and im laughing my ass of. tad says that the face of chad is now gone, hes moulding the fac ce into something different hjes playing god this isnt right he shouldnt be messing with things like this this substance changes everything there are so many levels of conciousness although materialtings are not reall my back feels ereally funny, <br> chad cant write it odown even though tad says to i can see the glasses on my face i am now gero in the body of dave, a misguided teenager sitting in the roonm of his 'freind' that he thinks h is taking some sort ofchemical bu it is something so much more they keep talking about the universe <br> <br> I AM GERO <br> ALLON ALLEN ALAN ALERION !IT! IS MY COMPANION <br> I AM LOOSOING MY GRIP I NEEDED THAT DOWN I BELEVE THIS NOW ICAN SEE THAT IT IS THE WAY TO GO I AM NOW GOING TO GET the satrobe light to test a theory of mine, now the plants have gone ui am forced to go back to technology tad and chad are leaving the state i can now feel my presence leaving the body of dave, i gero must now reinhibit the body wiht a blast from the sigma segment, this word sigma is only in the futile creatures mind through a vidioe game called mega man, i must retreive allen allon alan alerion, IT. wish me luck,, <br> <br> with love gero.... <br> <br> -it took him awhile to get back to normal, but he learned much about himself from this somewhat bad trip. <br> <br> -Chad started typing <br> this is chad, i am here, dave has left the room, it is now 12.03 <br> <br> -Tad: <br> <br> 12:11AM <br> it means nothing... because all this is is the drug telling us what to think. But the drug says that my cells betray me. My cells tell me what to do. My cells all so bent on self-preservation that they cause me pain. They are me, and i am them. So how, when the world is all we have, can we kill eachother? How can we say that there is something good for us? Everything has an end, and every end starts a new beginning. There is no true beginning, no true end, no ANYTHING. nothing exists? nothing is real? What the hell? <br> <br> -I don't think I was even understanding this as I was writing it. <br> <br> -Chad started typing again <br> <br> this is chad 12:13 dave acutally has schizophrenia. for a long period of time, he acutally 'became somone else' <br> <br> 1220 <br> dave says 'over schizophrenia, putting down red piull, pickign up blue, dave accepts his schizophrenia he says 'if i want to come out, dont let me' tad recites the matrix, and using as a metaphor for daves realization of his disease' <br> <br> 1222 dave goes into closet to think this over <br> 12224 dave comes out says he is down after rethinkinh he says he just lost himself again, and has once again regained himself dave is coming to grips <br> *note this honeslty seemed like 10 minutes to tad and i, 30 seconds to dave dave wishes to type his thougta at 1225 <br> <br> -we kinda goofed around for a while and watched TV, then, it was my turn for the bad trip as chad just came out of his. <br> <br> -TAD: <br> <br> 2:28AM <br> i saw chad in the mirror, and his eyes just stayed om place as his face and felsh and muscile all melted away all at once. And he just becaused a skeliton right there. He was standing in the mirror with his eyes, looking right at me, and he was just dead. His eyes scared the hell out of me. Then i saw dave, as chad wasw aalready there, and dave did the same. It sounded like an atom bomb in my head. and i came over to lay down. And i closed my wtyes and then i just saw the whole world, everyone, every face and person eradicated. I was then standing alone on a red star shaped platform, with blacknesss and nothingness everywhere. And then, eyes, everywhere, looked at me. Some jokingly, some laugingly, some to accuse... I was immortal, there, DAMMED FOREVER TO SEE THE EYES THAT MOCK ME. <br> <br> -I was truly scared, I remember myself just lying on the floor motionless for almost an hour, dave almost called an ambulance <br> <br> -I started having a conversation with chad and dave by typing my responses <br> <br> 448 <br> go away chad, get off my back you homo <br> you were, you are, NO I AM NOT!!! FUCK YOU HOAR! <br> Go AWAY ALREADY! IM NOT GOING TO TALK TO YOU NOW FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 <br> please? <br> i am not thhree <br> i know you are but what am i? <br> THATS WHAT I THOUGHT BITHC!! BOO HA THAT MO FO <br> ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US! <br> YOU k2NOW WHAT Y2kT DOIN? <br> 'MOVE ZIG' <br> FOR A GREAT JUSTICE TAKE OFF EVERY ZIG <br> POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPO h3h, 1 4m 31173 4z H311! <br> FUCK NO DAVE YOU MAY NOT HAVE A COOKIE!!@^(#^@(*^(!*@^# <br> <br> <br> -All and all, a great experience, one which we will more than likely repeat. After this, weed and other smokables seemed so dirty. Every time I've smoked weed since this though, it's been more than a high, but less than a trip. Acid is truly the drug that keeps on giving. <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: 6896</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 9,150</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6896&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6896&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=renwick" target="new"><img src="http://userpic.livejournal.com/7445965/100386" alt="Author Home Page" align="RIGHT" border="0"></a> </td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">10 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   The first time I took LSD was a very high dose (well over 1000 mcg) and it took a long time to kick in. We watched some movies and laughed and I saw some trail but after 5 hours there was still nothing more. We left in a van with some of her friends to find some marijuana- because MJ is suppose to potentiate LSD. After smoking a few hits, It finally hit me after I was sitting in the back of the van ranting about how I didn't believe in god or any higher power and that LSD was worthless for showing people god and the everyone else was stupid and confused. <br> <br> After the rant I reached for a cigarette but could no longer control my body- I felt pulled out of myself and was watching my body from an outside perspective. Then this happened again with the outside versionof myself spliting again so I was watching a version of myself that was watching another version of myself. In the second perspective everything looked normal but from the third perspective the world became bent, jagged and kaleidoscopic. <br> <br> I was able to see through different layers of reality and I noticed that I could slip through the cracks in it because this form I was in was 'thin' or without dimesion or maybe in a higher dimension. I slipped through one of the spaces in reality and saw a giant energy vortex that I felt drawn to. I entered it and was instantly torn to pieces I could still see the origional me in the van and the one outside the car as well. The one in the car appeared to have a seizure as I entered the vortex the one outside seemed to be talking but in a form that was visual/symbolic and these symbols kept flying out of it's mouth. <br> <br> Then for a brief instant- I was everything. I saw out of every photon and electron in every being living or dead to have ever existed. My mind was overloading I couldn't handle it. Then I found myself back in the car and the people there tell me that I was saying something in words that are unpronouncable. I tried to explain but the words were lost in my head, I couldn't talk! I though man I've done it I paid the price of my very sanity tosee through the eyes of god. <br> <br> When we fianlly got back to my friends house I managed to pull it together for a short bit and get up to her room. She asked if I was okay and I replied that I was. She seemed to believe me until my eyes made contact with the mirror. I felt a little shift of my self sideways in perspective but nothing else. <br> <br> I heard my friend scream and turned to look at her as she ran down the stairs. I tried to stop her but she couldn't seem to hear me. She got her parents and told them I was dying from a drug OD. I yelled at them from the stairs that I was fine. Then they ran up the stairs- right through me! <br> <br> I followed them and when I got to the top I noticed my body laying on the floor motionless. I looked at my hands and they melted off as soon as I looked at them. I 'ran' over to my body and touched it- as I touched it I entered back into it. They dragged me to the hospital against my wishes. Along the way my mind exited my body and I was viewing myself in third person quite a bit. <br> <br> I felt feverish and sick- I remembered my first hallucinations that I had with scarlet fever as a young child. I remembered the fever so vividly it came into existance again- I felt exactly like I did them. I got to the hospital about 10 hours after we dosed and vomitted a few times. My heart felt like a freight train in my chest. They strapped me to a table and took many blood samples (who knows what for or what became of them). My mother and brother came in. <br> <br> The cotton mouth effect was made more annoying under the effects of the LSD but the nurse wouldn't give me water. My mother gave me water. The hospital staff just ridiculed me about how I had probably taken rat poison, while I tried to pull the knowledge I had learned together enough to tell her it is almost impossible to adulterate LSD- but I could barely talk. Finally after being in the hospital for another 4 hours while they did nothing, no thorazine, no benzo's nothing. I went home and tripped for a good 7 more hours before falling asleep. <br> <br> Many people would never trip again if that was their first trip- for me it made me more interested. Anything that powerful has to be able to allow us access to new abilities, philosophies, or spirtituality. So this was the begining of the adventure. The birth of Renwick. <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: 14771</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 10, 2002</td><td>Views: 28,717</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14771&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14771&amp;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), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Various (28)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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+ 0:35</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">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I tried LSD for the first time this past Friday/Sat - overall, I would say it was a 'bad trip' - I wasn't prepared for what it could do. And was stupid enough to take three hits total - one, then two more at +35-40 minuts, thinking it wasn't working well. At the same time, I saw some incredibly beautiful things once I stopped trying to control the trip. I was having mild visual hallucinations inside the apartment I was at, until we decided to take a trip to a center area with rocks and grass. <br> <br> One of my friends started talking about slug trails on the rocks, which then made the stones look like giant slugs. This started to freak me out, until my mind took over and I realized why I saw them. But all of the sudden, I looked at my feet and saw things opening up on my skin - which freaked me out incredibly badly. I couldn't get away from that vision until I was safely back in the apartment - where I then began to see small heads coming off of all surfaces, and could even taste them crunching in my mouth when I swallowed water and orange juice. I was constantly scared with an incredibly high heart-rate until I talked with a sober friend, when I said 'maybe I should stop trying to fight the trip and let it happen' (or something along those lines). When he agreed, I did so, and immediately the heads I had been afraid of before became strands of criss-crossing thread filling the room side to side like a smoky haze, piling up little by little. I was never in great fear of the 'bad' hallucinations - I knew it was in my mind, and once I stopped trying to make them go away, they did. <br> <br> That was about 4 in the morning, and the threads became a constant whenever I wasn't concentrating on something else for the next 10 hours. If I sat with my head to the side, I could see the room slowly filling in front of my eyes, and once the room got to a certain point, the trip began to get much, much more hallucinatory, things dissolving into each other, and so on.. Throughout the night, we had watched the Matrix (actually, I watched about one scene over and over with small changes in scene and dialogue - this was during my freak out), the end of Election and then 'Say Anything.' While sitting in a chair waching the wall and ceiling, something odd started happening with Say Anything. The scenes started playing themselves backward, in my mind (I guess I had paid just enough attention to the first part to absorb it) - audio and visual. Very, very cool. <br> <br> The next eight or so hours (4am to noon - the 'good' part of the trip) were great - I understood why people would take LSD (whereas earlier I was asking 'why in God's name did I do this to myself?'). I was seeing beautiful things (especially a friend's diploma), actually had some interesting conversations (with others and myself). <br> <br> At noon, I got a call from my parents, and they needed me to come home to help with some stuff. They wouldn't be there until 3pm, so (after freaking out once again) I decided to go home, and try to fall asleep in the guest room (which still had my old bed and stuff). Better than telling them I was on acid (no more help on tuition...). I got dressed (when I took my button-up shirt off the coatrack I had hung it on and spun it around my shoulders, two moths/butterflies flew out and landed on the chair - absolutely incredible). <br> <br> Driving (about a five-minute trek) was fairly easy - I wasn't tripping very hard, seeing only minor visuals (yes, I know this was dangerous and stupid). Their was no sense of proportion to my truck, though. It felt like I was driving a vehicle I had never driven before. <br> <br> I popped a 5/500 hydrocodone and a Lodeine, hoping to knock myself out. I curled up under two sets of covers with the TV onto VH1, and proceeded to sleep off and on for the next five hours, until a Nicholas Cage movie drew my attention. I was, by this time, having only minor visuals. Rather than deal with the 'rents in a 'cracked out' state, I feigned illness and stayed in bed all day. I then slept off and on until eight o' clock this morning and am feeling great. <br> <br> Overall, with the two freakouts and a general sense for quite some time of 'when's this going to stop' - I characterize it as a bad trip. But at the same time, I have an overwhelming desire to try a smaller dose with less-violent movies (no Matrix!) and good music (we had no music at all). I understand the great things LSD can do now and am prepared for them. <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: 6959</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 28, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,093</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6959&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6959&amp;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), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">sublingual</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 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>(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>   Although I had taken a fairly substantial amount of the 'usual' psychodelics (LSD, MDMA, THC, DXM, Psilocybin) before this experience and enjoyed pretty much every second of it, NOTHING could have prepared me for what happened on that dark april night. <br> <br> My young adult life was filled with drug-induced journeys to the center of my soul -- these journeys would take place with my two step-brothers, both around my age, and they would occur at my house, in my room, bathroom, bed, wherever. This was the last of those journeys (except for MDMA, but that can't compare) simply because of the sheer intensity of the experience and the terror it induced. <br> <br> Enough about me; the night began at approximately 6:30PM, after dinner and the parents had begun to get smashed -- another nightly occurrence -- so it was time to drop this 'KILLER' acid that we bought from our cousins, who at the time were my town's major source of acid. The acid was black --- black like death. I first went to take a shower, and before I got in the shower I popped 3 hits, and as soon as I got out of the shower I took 1.5 more hits, all of these hits were taken under my tongue, because for some fucked up reason I had heard it hits you harder that way -- I'm still unsure of the actual truth in that. Doesn't matter to me anymore. <br> <br> That night had been especially exciting because this was a brand new batch of acid, and also I didn't have school the next morning because of Advanced Placement testing that I was taking for my programming class. So we were all stoked. We were also going to record the experience via a microphone onto a tape that I had lying around. <br> <br> About 1 hour in, I felt the acid bringing me up, slowly, and then all of a sudden everything surrounding me was a big joke. I must have laughed nonstop for 2 hours, just pointing at something, saying something incomprehensible, and laughing histerically. My brothers shared this feeling -- we were having a fantastic time. I even called this chick that I liked up and just started cracking up on the phone... she ended up hanging up on me and I'm not sure I ever talked to her again, or ever would for that matter. I know, its not cool, but hey it was a fucking riot at the time. So anyways the trip wore on -- and my mind wore on with it. At about 4 hours into the trip we were having a blast coloring ourselves with highliter and then going into the bathroom with a blacklight and tripping out looking at the 'neon tattoos.' The last sane thing I remember is my older brother coming out of the bathroom with what looked like indian tribal warpaint on his face -- except all in highliter. I didn't notice it until he all of a sudden turned the blacklight on -- and it scared the living shit out of me, and I must have screamed -- which I never should have done. <br> <br> My dad woke up, amazingly, at the sound of my scream -- and immediately knew something was up... 'what the fuck... what the hell are you kids up to?' ... Hell, I know I'd be a little bit frazzled if I walked into MY son's room and he had highliter all over his body and his pupils were the size of a fucking dinner plate. Anyways, he was mad but didn't punish us -- he just sent us all to bed, in our respective rooms. I was all alone, and my trip was just getting started, really. <br> <br> I tried to sleep. No good. Never gonna happen. I began to ask myself what I was thinking and why I was thinking it to try and rationalize the situation calmly -- for I had never had these 'bad trip' feelings before. As every minute slipped by, I felt I was growing more and more insane. I kept trying to sleep, with nothing else to do -- no TV, just a computer. I got on my computer and played some random game -- and completely sucked at it, and finally got so frazzled and confused that I wanted to do nothing else than go to sleep. So, I put my Sasha Global Underground CD in and let BT's 'Fibbonacci Sequence' try to take me to sanity, and slumber. I'm sure you thought that was it -- but no, the good part is yet to come. Keep in mind that my mind is totally racing at 20000 miles an hour, the WHOLE time that all of this is happening... I was literally falling apart. As I sat there in bed listening to Sasha, the sounds began to transform into what sounded like whispers, of ghosts... or something else. I attempted to clarify these whispers, to learn this language that was being spoken to me -- one that can't be understood but any member of the human race. This whispering language was probably the most horrifying sound I've ever heard. I came to one conclusion -- it WAS, WITH NO QUESTION, Satan himself. With that, I had crossed into the realm of insanity. <br> <br> I ran to the bathroom, stuffed my fingers down my throat hoping to spit the acid out and just stop the whole thing. Yeah. Right. I sat down after my self-induced nothing and tried to pull myself together, and succeeded somewhat. I decided to take a shower and just go to sleep. I hopped in the shower and all of a sudden all the fear came back when I saw the water moving BACKWARDS from my skin to the shower head. I don't know how that makes sense but thats the only way I can explain it. I jumped out of the shower and ran to my bed, ready to just kill myself. I moped around the house looking for pills and knives... ANYTHING to end these crazy thoughts that SATAN was putting in to my skull. I was going apeshit and I was almost out of control -- I'm thankful that I had enough sense to put the knife down. <br> <br> I think the whole knife ordeal put me back into reality somewhat, but I was by no means on baseline... in fact I don't even think its right to put me on that scale because I simply had lost my mind... I shit you not when I say that I honestly thought that the devil himself was trying to communicate to me. I finally came down at about 3 or 4 the next day, and I didn't go to sleep until about 9 that night. <br> <br> I got a 4/5 on my AP test, by the way, and I was fucking STRUNG OUT when I took that test -- kind of odd, isn't it? Just goes to show you how much of this stuff is in your head. <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: 15928</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 10, 2002</td><td>Views: 15,705</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=15928&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=15928&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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"> </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"> </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">30 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/meth/">Methamphetamine</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/salvia/">Salvia divinorum</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">55 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   This is not a report of one experience but of how I got HPPD, and what has occured with regard to substance use since I got it. <br> <br> I have smoked dope for a number of years now, and although it often made me paranoid I suffered no serious adverse affects. Being curious about alterating my conciousness, about a year ago I dropped 3/4 of a tab of quality acid. I was in an intimate, relaxed setting with friends and good music, but even so I felt a little apprhensive. However, I smoked a couple of joints, mellowed out and ate the tab. The trip was fantastic- I saw some amazing fractals and had a fanatasic trip, although it was not particularly intense. <br> <br> I had no adverse effects the next day apart from a comedown, and decided that acid was something I'd like to do regularily. Immediately after dropping the tab (the next few weeks) I smoked dope heavily, and about a month post-trip I started to notice fractals whenever I got stoned. I dismissed this at first, but as I continued to smoke the symptoms worsened (but perhaps they would have naturally anyway). Today, the symptoms are as bad as they have ever been, but since they started so mildly I can still lead a normal life, though they sure get me down sometimes. <br> <br> The interesting thing is that although most HPPDers say that even smelling pot smoke can make their symptoms permanently worse, I have smoked (and continue to smoke) shitloads of pot since getting HPPD. In addition, I dropped small doses of acid twice after getting this syndrome, and have also done e, slavia, nitrous, heaps of alochol and I currently do speed fairly regularly (it's about the only chemical that doesn't make symptoms worse). <br> <br> Anyway, just though I'd submit this because my HPPD experience is rather different to the conventional one- and yes, I do have genuine hppd: static, afterimages, floaters, fucked up peripheral vision et. Al. <br> <br> Anyway, I'm gonna go and smoke a couple of cones tonight- if I try and forget HPPD, it can sometimes forget me! <br> <br> ------------------------- <br> <a href="http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=33750">2004 Follow-up Report</a> <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: 16501</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 1, 2002</td><td>Views: 91,559</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=16501&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=16501&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Methamphetamine (37), Nitrous Oxide (40), Salvia divinorum (44), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">8 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   My first trip was a psychedelic blast. My girlfriends and I were out watching a band at one of our regular haunts. The lights were awesome. We danced all night. I didn’t drink but I was so happy I spent $50 shouting other people drinks. Ouch! Unfortunately this wild night led to a two year tripping binge which totally fucked me up, without me knowing it. <br> <br> Throughout this time I had a few bad trips, many good. Acid tricks your mind. I told myself I should never end on a bad trip and of course after a good trip, there was no need to give up. <br> <br> I was a good girl from a good home in a good middle class suburb. My parents broke up and moved and I felt like I had no real sense of home. I lived as I chose and I thought this meant I was free, but in all reality I was falling into a lonely life of grungy drugs and rocknroll, which tore at my self-esteem. <br> <br> My worst trip began as a real hoot, as many bad trips do. My boyfriend and some of his friends and I were driving around in the hills, checking out the forest. The trees vibrated, leaves pulsed, it was awesome. We drove up to a huge weir and watched the sun go down. I remember we were on top of the world up there and I don’t even remember whose idea it was, but one of the guys and I did something terribly stupid, which could have ended in disaster for me. <br> <br> The stars were bright and the water shone far below and Geoff held me by the ankles and I floated there upside down looking at the water. I felt free, truly free and I remember thinking, if he dropped me I would either break my back or drown, then my boyfriend saw us and said “oy you two, stop being so stupid” and Geoff pulled me back up. It was really weird. We laughed and kidded around for a while then went back to the car, which was Geoff’s Mums. <br> <br> It was dark and Geoff was spinning out so he pulled over and we all just sat there silently in the dark. The tension was frightening. I felt negative vibes pouring from Geoff towards me and I felt incredibly vulnerable like I needed to be hugged and loved and I was stuck in this car with four negative yobbos. I closed my eyes and watched as pictures came, bright moving pictures, of space and time and dimension. I saw universes inside universes and it freaked me out. I felt tiny and worthless and miserable and I vowed to give up acid, but it took me another year before I did. I have used it occasionally since as a party drug, but now I am too old to trouble my brain with it. I would maybe indulge in a quarter tab at a concert one day but it would have to be damn good outdoor concert. <br> <br> I have smoked pot off and on over the years, much more on than off though. I wish I smoked less but I don’t. I have had difficulty finishing things, finding myself and I have noticed that in research of former LSD users this is quite common. The experience I had both at the weir and after in the car, were so huge, that they numbed me spiritually for about five years. Since then I have been lucky to find God and Goddess in nature and feel the natural highs of life without chemical drugs. <br> <br> After much growth and finding myself I have recently come to notice how much the casual drug use I grew up with, has affected me for the negative. I have suffered from depression at times although I have tried to hide it from myself. Denial is my middle name. I had low self-esteem and endured crappy relationships because I felt like a cracked fragile person. I am now finally seeing some successes in my life, through following my heart, my intuition, God and Goddess. <br> <br> I still feel like I need to learn people skills, like many acid heads, I have hidden away from the 'real world' for a long time. I find sustained conversation with strangers difficult because I am always stoned. I plan to cut down my pot intake soon, maybe give up for a year, and go to uni, start learning again. I do a lot of research about subjects I am interested in but until recently I have had trouble remembering what I’ve learnt. I think this is more the pot than the lsd but who knows? <br> <br> I would give up pot today if I could stop kidding myself I need it to have creative thought as a writer. Perhaps by admitting this now I am half way there. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1985</td><td width="90">ExpID: 14111</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: Aug 1, 2002</td><td>Views: 15,363</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14111&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14111&amp;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), Depression (15), Bad Trips (6), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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/mdma/">MDMA</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">2 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   It took me 6 months to “discover” the acid since the first time I took it. The first times were all meaningless compared to what happened that strange night. The setting for the trip began about a week before it happened. I had a break from work and decided to visit Amsterdam. I was traveling by myself and since the moment I got there I kept counting the days backward to April 30th (queensday). The day that I would take the acid at the party. Unfortunately, a week wasn’t enough time for me to find some good acid, and I got to the party empty handed. I was unhappy with that situation. I waited a long time for this day and was sure that by now I would have had the acid already. Like I said, my first blotters were all weak and I was sure that in Amsterdam the day would come. I was in a bad mood and didn’t feel like asking people at the party if they got some. Instead, I swallowed 3 extacys and was hoping for the best. A few hours later, it happened. <br> <br> It seemed like things were just fine. I had a great time at the party and the whole acid story didn’t bother me. I kept thinking about all the good times I had during my week in Amsterdam and all the people seemed nice and friendly. Suddenly, things began to slow down. Slower and slower till my vision came to a complete stand still. I heard a blast inside my head and for a short time I couldn’t see a thing. When my vision came back it was still frozen, but a lot worse: it looked as if it was being shaken. <br> <br> That was a strange sight. I remember thinking that if my mind is like a peaceful puddle, someone just threw a rock in there and completely blurred it. After a minute or so things were going back to normal. I tried to understand what the hell just happened, cause even 3 ex’s couldn’t make this shit happen. I couldn’t figure it out. A guy who was standing in front of me distracted me. He raised his arms to the air while shouting: “I can’t believe it! It was me! What a classic!” Clearly this guy was on way too much drugs. Normally this wouldn’t bother me, but it did. I kept staring at him. I had a feeling that he was some how related to my loss of vision experience. Bits of information came back to me one after another, building back my memory. Now I remember. Now I know what happened. And it’s pretty bad. <br> <br> Earlier that night I was in a pretty bad shape cause of the pills. I did some things that I wouldn’t normally do, but I couldn’t help it, and only after they happened I remembered doing them. It was like having a delay between the reality and my mind, and this was one of those things: <br> The crazy guy and his friend were giving away MDMA and LSD for the people at the party (back then he wasn’t crazy). He came to me and asked me gently: “Excuse me, would you like, some, L S D?” I said yes and took a sip from his bottle. <br> <br> When it came to me that this is what happened I was scared to death. I took too much. And not only that, the guy who gave me the LSD was flipping out, and I’m probably next… I decided that the best thing to do was to walk away. I turned my head and then I found my self in a new place. <br> <br> It was dark. I couldn’t see or hear a thing. Every once in a while I saw a star shining from a distance, and then disappear. I didn’t move, and it felt like I’ve been there for hours. I saw a person in front of me. I tried to look at him but I couldn’t focus. He was moving, and when I tried to understand what he was doing he was actually standing still. So I tried to look at him and he was moving again… I understood that it was completely useless and gave up on him. <br> <br> “What is this place?” I asked myself. <br> <br> “That, my friend, is LSD” the person answered. <br> <br> I couldn’t understand the meaning of the word. It didn’t sound familiar. <br> “LSD? What is LSD?” <br> <br> I just couldn’t understand. Was it a name of a place? Was it a feeling? Is LSD alive? I didn’t know where to start looking for the answer. The word was completely meaningless. I knew that the whole situation was wrong, that I had to get out of there, but I didn’t know how. Every time that word came up all I saw was something that resembles a trail of a comet. <br> “What is it?!” I asked again, desperately. And then the blurred person answered: “It’s all the things combined. A trip.” <br> <br> Less then a second after it happened I found my self back at the party. I could remember everything that just happened and was in complete shock. I just had a classic trip! I was walking in space and talking to god. It was simply unbelievable. I wasn’t afraid anymore, I was happy. So happy that I completely forgot about my condition. At that point I decided that I want to take home with me some blotters so I can repeat that experience. I found the guy with the acid and asked him if he has some. He said yes. While I was busy trying to take some money out of my pocket, I failed to see that he misunderstood me. He took out a small bottle and laid a drop on my right hand. I froze. <br> “You don’t have any paper?” I asked. <br> “No. That’s all I got left and I’m just spreading it around”. <br> That wasn’t what I needed. I had enough chemicals running around in me without taking a second dose of acid, but I took it anyway. It was bitter. It felt like a thousand little hairs on my tongue and I knew that it’s gonna cost me big time. I came back to the party and analyzed my position: <br> It seems that somehow I got into something that was way over my league, but I was able to escape from it. I found my way back to the real world and what’s the first thing I do? I choose to take another drop! <br> That’s bad. The first one didn’t even wear off. When the second one will hit me, it’s gonna get ugly. I know it. <br> <br> Nothing more to do then wait and try to prepare myself for what is about to happen. <br> It wasn’t long before my vision started slowing down again. This time I knew what would happen but I couldn’t stop it. I heard another blast inside my head and once again things froze in place. I felt electricity all over my body and in my head. When I woke up I couldn’t remember a thing. I didn’t know my name, where I was or what I was doing there. I had just a bit of common sense left, and I said to myself that if there is one thing that is need to be done, it is to prove to myself that I am not crazy and say my name. No name. No nothing. I didn’t know anything. <br> “Listen to me”, I said (to myself). “You can do whatever the hell you want, but as long as you don’t tell me what is your name, you should know that you are fucked up cause of the acid. Probably for good”. <br> “Wait, don’t panic” I answered. “Just give me a few seconds to add things up and I’ll show you that I’m not crazy”. <br> I took a deep breath and looked around. I could see that I am in a party, and I could remember my name. I was quite relieved that once again I found my way back to reality, but I wasn’t aware that since that moment, I was living in a distorted reality. I convinced myself that my home was in Amsterdam, and that the people at the party are my friends. None of the above was true, but there was no way that I could have figured it out. It was like a dream. I could feel that things around me were weird in a certain way, but I was not aware of the fact that I was dreaming (or tripping) and I just accepted all the weird stuff that happened. <br> <br> I was enjoying my private world, with my private reality that I made up. I had no worries because there was nothing to worry about. Nothing was wrong. All the problems seemed to have gone away and instead I got waves of positive energy. I talked to people as if I knew them for ages. I actually remembered things that never happened, but I believed they did. It could have lasted forever, but at a certain point I had to go out and vomit. After I went it was clear that it was time to go home. I started looking for my car, and couldn’t find it. I was afraid that it was stolen. I didn’t know what to do. How am I going to get home? <br> And then it hit me. <br> <br> There is no car. There are no friends who will take care of me. I am all alone in a foreign country. <br> This isn’t my home. <br> It was like everything that happened so far was compressed into one second of harsh reality. <br> I suddenly realized what was happening the entire evening, all at once. <br> <br> This was just too much. I was now aware of the fact that I can’t tell the difference between what is real and what is not. It was like waking up from a dream only I wasn’t sleeping. How could it happen? I spent some time out at the fresh air, without psychedelic music thumping in my head. I felt like the trip was crawling out of me and was going back to where it came from. Its funny, I spent 6 months of my life trying to reveal what is behind the LSD, and the moment I gave up on it I got caught off guard, twice… I guess that no matter how hard you can look for it, eventually it will find you. <br> <br> Looking back at that night I can see why the trip was developing the way it did. When you put something in the oven you know that when it will come out, it will taste like its ingredients. Eating acid is a way of finding out what your ingredients are. What you experience in a trip is for you alone. It cannot be shared. There are a few things that can be shared, like what you have just read. But keep in mind that it is only the tip of the iceberg and that it goes a lot deeper then a couple of written pages. The main thing I learned is that acid is something I have to deal with after taking it, rather then during. <br> <br> That’s when I have to give explanations about things that just cannot be explained. <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: 18278</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 18, 2002</td><td>Views: 12,652</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=18278&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=18278&amp;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) : Club / Bar (25), Combinations (3), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">9 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I got HPPD after my first trip (3/4 tab of quality acid) and since then (about a year ago) I have probably smoked 3-4 ounces of grass, used alchohol 3-4 times a week, had two mild doses of speed, done e once (2 pills) acid twice (1/3 tab and 1/2 tab) nitrous oxide 20-30 times and salvia (leaf and 5x extract) 8-10 times. My symptoms have not gotten much worse, despite reports that use of other drugs (particularly psychedlics and grass) make them so. I have not had a particulaly strong psychedlic experience (the acid I took after getting HPPD was pretty crap) and do not use drugs to excess (apart from alcohol and dope). <br> <br> The doses of drugs I have taken have been pretty mild, and my symptoms have worsened a little- just not to the extent described elsewhere. <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: 14717</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 21, 2002</td><td>Views: 43,965</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14717&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14717&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Methamphetamine (37), MDMA (3), Salvia divinorum (44), LSD (2) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">40 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/tma2/">TMA-2</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/meth/">Methamphetamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 18:00</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)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 30:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/oxycodone/">Pharms - Oxycodone</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </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> </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>   This was the first week in sometime that there was acid in town. So after obtaining a fair quantity the prior weekend, and testing the strength with a small dose (1 hit) I decided I would go on one of my 'weekend journey's'. Something I hadn't done in nearly two years. It is essentially a weekend of psychedelics. These experiences are more than recreational, they are a chance for me to reflect on my life and the decisions I make. <br> <br> So, the journey began. I awoke at noon on a beautiful sunny Saturday. I took a shower and cleaned myself up. This is very important to me and I feel cleansed and purified before my experience. I didn't eat anything prior to the trip for the same reason. Although, at 2p, when I took the 4 hits of acid and I ate half a peanut butter sandwich. There was one hit on each sugar cube and that is too much sugar for me to eat alone. The sugar gave me slight nausea but passed. <br> <br> Within an hour I was tripping within two hours I had signifcant visual. Now during this experience I was accompanied by my girlfriend (who I live with) my roommate, and my younger brother. They took the same quantity of acid as I did. At first I felt the trip might be too strong. As I rose to the peak I felt very anxious and scared, almost physically sick. But I tried to reason with myself that if I relax and think positive thoughts and the fear and the negative thoughts will leave. I went to my bed and laid there, putting a blank over me relaxed me and made my head, which felt like it was swimming with thoughts, settle a bit. At this point I still lacked perception changes, the acid was only affecting my thoughts. Finally, my thoughts stabilized and my friends left to the store to get cigarettes. I was left with my brother, it was his first time to use acid and he was tripping very hard. He was talking about being able to see himself in the ceiling. Since I was back in control of myself I watched after him in the apartment. <br> <br> I was dissappointed that I wasn't getting visuals. So I proceeded to smoke several bowls. Suddenly I was bombarded with images. This time my visuals seem to be mostly vortex in nature, swirling about a central point. Throughout the trip I remained fairly in control of myself and I wasn't having the introspective thoughts I usually get on acid. So I turned on some music quite loud and sat around listening to music with my friends who had just returned. For at least two hours I laid on my couch lost in a world I can only vaguely remember. It was a beautiful place of colors and voices and is completely beyond description. <br> <br> Five hours into the trip my roommate decided to take some rolls. I decided to take my TMA. My girlfriend and brother opted to not take any more drugs. Now I know that my capsule of TMA-2 had a certain quantity of speed in it and 40mg of TMA-2. I do not like amphetamines, but I decided to make an exception because TMA-2 is rare. I dosed and felt very sped up for 3 hours. I hate that feeling. I was shaking uncontrollably and I felt freezing cold even though everyone else was burning up. During this hell I wanted to die and the acid shifted gears on me. I becaming very clearly headed and although the visuals intensified, I was able to concentrate better. Unfortunately, I began to concentrate so hard that it felt as if my brain was somehow concentrating and amplifying the mental pain I felt. <br> <br> After the 3 hour torcher the TMA kicked in and at this pointed I didn't know which end was up and I was feeling GREAT. The smallest things: a crack in a wall or a stain on a carpet suddenly seemed perfectly etched into the universe. This drew my attention to the imperfections in everything, especially art and music, and at this point I understood that somehow, imperfections were what really define beauty. Perhaps imperfections are the wrong word, but I am not sure what the right word is. I was tripping quite hard, this was one of the strongest trips I have ever been on and my visuals were overwhelming and for awhile my vision became a soup of colors and shapes. <br> <br> At some point as my mind returned and visuals reduced I realized my brother and girlfriend had fallen asleep and my roommate who was candy flipping was very much awake with me. It also came to my attention that it was 10am in the morning Sunday. I was still tripping hard and sleep was at least 12 hours away. Me and my roommate sat around smoking weed for several hours and as my trip faded more and more I realized that despite how strong the trip was, something felt unresolved. I felt as if I were leaving some memory or lesson behind as I left my 'tripping universe' and entered my 'normal' universe. So, me and my roommate decided to return to wonderland for awhile. I have smoked Sally before, but only gotten really giddy. I seldom get visuals. But, I read doing salvia with another psychedelic can be really powerful. I was a bit nervous, but I was definitely coming down now and I figured I could handle what was thrown at me. <br> <br> I packed the extract into the bowl of our bong. I put it to my mouth and began to light. I sucked nearly the entire bowl into my lungs, (I play saxophone and have a HUGE lung capacity). I held it until I felt like I was going to pass out and I let it out. I sat for a second and just as I thought, 'that's funny it doesn't seem to be working' BAM I was rocked to some other world where I felt like my conciousness became the play thing of some little plant that grows South America. While I was gone, I thought I had lived in this world forever and the normal world was a dream. Then suddenly I was back, my hand still grasping the bowl, eyes wide open looking at Matt and he was looking at me. And I shouted, 'wow' Loudly. Everything looked perfectly defined and beautiful. Then I realized something was different. I looked around frantically, ' what's different, what's different' I asked Matt and he was just laughing at me. <br> <br> Then I started laughing and I realized that I was the candle light and my whole spirit was flickering with the candle light. Then I looked down. 'Holy shit, ' I thought to myself, 'Have legs and feet and I can walk and I am NOT the candlelight.' I was so excited I got up and started to scramble across the room. Then I remembered that during my reading that some people had gotten hurt walking around on Saliva, so I stopped and hit the floor and sat there until the Sally passed. I felt very strange for awhile and then returned to my trip. The experience was extremely intense. Not scary so much, but enough to shock me a bit and I definitely felt no more need to return to wonderland. I was happy I was finally able to truly experience salvia and the knowledge she imparts and not just giddy laughter that I normally get. <br> <br> Slowly the other substances wore off. But as expected, the meth that was used to cut the TMA was still burning strong and I had a lot of energy and at this point it was 8:30pm and I was still unable to sleep. I was no longer tripping and I had a strong headache from not eating or sleeping or even closing my eyes enough. Advil was no help. Normally I don't like to take anything to 'bring me down' from a trip. I believe that leaves issues unresolved. But I was no longer tripping I was just very much awake. So I called my friends with Oxy's and took one, I don't remember the dosage, but I took just one pill. Smoked a lot more weed and eventually fell asleep. As I drifted off, it felt as if some of my closed eye visuals returned, but this didn't keep me from sleeping. It is 5pm Monday and I feel great as I write this right now. <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: 19176</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 25, 2002</td><td>Views: 29,003</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=19176&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=19176&amp;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), TMA-2 (112), Salvia divinorum (44), Methamphetamine (37) : Multi-Day Experience (13), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I had ingested mass quanities of LSD over a period of 3 years, followed by a 3yr abstinence to all strong mind altering substances. Then along came a day, or perhaps better said, a moment, when I suddenly felt like I was on 100mics of LSD (note this is 3yrs after any usage). I have been on this trip for the last 8 months now, day and night, along with thousands of thers who suffer from <a href="http://www.erowid.org/psychoactives/health/hppd/">HPPD</a> (hallucinogen persisting perception disorder). <br> <br> When I was using LSD I took about 500 microgram dosages on average, though I've taken up to 5000 micograms at a time. I probably tripped 200 times in a 3yr period. <br> <br> <br> Before the HPPD symptoms came on, I had *acute* anxiety disorder shit, maximum stress, and I went into a severe abnormal 2week depression before the onset of the major symptoms occured. My symptoms are complete etachment from reality, inability to think fluently, thousands of incoherent thought processes that make me feel like i'm going crazy, huge trails, light flashes, feel like i'm dreaming 24/7, mutating furniture and other objects, static in the air, halos around objects, LSD-like body high, and probably other shit I can't think of right now. <br> <br> I'm not crazy, i'm not schizophrenic, nor do I have any other mental disorder aside from having a most unfortunate and many times permanent impairment of every sense, feeling, perception, thought process: thick tracers, light flashes, halos aroundo objects, static in the air, depersonalization, and sometimes almost complete ego death, very dream like. <br> <br> Fortunately for me, and not so fortunate for others i've been lucky enough to take up on a homeopathic doctors treatment which is slowly but surely eliminating all of the symptoms apposed to just treating the acute pain with an anecdote like clonazepam for the rest of my life. Just thought you might be interested, I beleived it was a myth for many years, and in a sense it is considering I don't have actual psychosis (meaning i'm not delusional)... <br> <br> I have something inside of me that is sane in diametric position to all of my senses saying i'm crazy... it can be quite uncomftorable, and I was suicidal for a while, but its in no way psychological... purely physiological, and I do beleive that the metaphysical precedes the physiological, and perhaps certain doors weren't closed correctly, I was a fucking LSD guru ready to present my X-ray vision, and telekenetic exploitation to the CIA. Now i'm in the midst of alot of infernal pain... however it will pass. <br> <br> <br> At the moment, i'm suffering from HPPD again because i'm not taking the clonazepam right now (mis understanding with my doctor), therefore I don't even drink caffeine right now because it excacberates my symptoms about 2 fold. <br> <br> <br> I usually take 1mg of klonopin(clonazepam) every 12 hours, and I literally go from being completley out of my mind to about 85% normal within 20 minutes of taking 1 to 1-1/2mg. It is a benzodiazepine that is most effective above all other benzo's for this disorder. Unfortunatley <br> a tolerance starts to develop in most people at some point, including in myself. However though I complained about my tolerance to the drug, I did not realize how much it was helping me until my discontinuation of it about 2 weeks ago. <br> <br> I'm still in good spirits for the most part however, because I know that there is something that takes the trip away, and though i'm still very unfomftorable right now, I have faith that i'll ultimatley vanquish this in some way or another, and whether I do or not.. it's ok with me now. The klonopin really helps, i'm gonna try celexa soon though, something thats not addictive, with potential ability to help. I tried welbutrin, and all that did was make me lose 20 pounds. Hopefully i'll be back on klonopin in several days, tolerance free and all. <br> <br> <br> [ 2 months later , now 2003 ] <br> <br> I was put back on klonopin, doing fine, but was suggested to see a new psychiatrist who works with drug addicts like myself, she has dealt with numerous people who suffer post LSD disorder, and said that she <br> was going to take me off of klonopin(This freaked me out), instead she put me on a non addictive anti-psychotic called risperdal and it is not only <br> more effective then klonopin, it actually balances out the chemicals and is not addictive; in addition she said that in most cases even as severe as mine, the subject can ween off of the risperdal after several years and have zero symptoms, without them ever returning. This is great news. I'm taking 2.5mg a day right now, slowly going up to 3mg. The side effects <br> are at first *extremely* sedating, nasal inflamation and some anxiety, but it's worth it. This drug mutes the seratonin and dopamine neurotransmitters which helps dispel the overactive LSD symptoms. You can add this to the site. <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: 21020</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, 2003</td><td>Views: 28,667</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=21020&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=21020&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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 ug</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">90 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I took acid 15 times in 2 years in the early 1990s and found it an amazing experience, and like all new experiences, modified my view of the world. For me, the new experiences stopped after 3 trips and the remainder were a waste of time. <br> <br> Unfortunately I had a number of side effects that I attribute to LSD. these were: <br> <br> Depersonlisation (duration 1-2 week after trip) - sometimes after taking strong (200ug+) acid I would loose all sense of my self - as if I was a robot/non human. <br> <br> Recurring Pulsing light (in between trips) - Regularly during sleep or drowsing I would feel all woozy and then experience a painful rapid white pulsing light in my head, blocking out all thoughts, followed by murky near vision hallucinations of geometric shapes that were exactly the same as the visuals I experienced on acid. Curiously after this I would feel at complete peace -serene-as if my head had been 'flushed' of all problems. This stopped immediately after stopping acid. <br> <br> Associations/Rationalising - Perhaps the most serious side effect, lasting a number of years(3-5) after final use, was that I was my ability to rationalise in everyday life was seriously hampered. I was making wrong connections/associations - for example I believed my 'fate' was geared around the number '67' which related to (amongst other things) the number of letters in a poet's name whose poems 'spoke' to me, addresses of houses, names of girlfriends (the list goes on...) <br> <br> To conclude, what an experience! but I wouldn't take it more than a few times if I had my time again. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1991</td><td width="90">ExpID: 7440</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 9, 2003</td><td>Views: 19,936</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7440&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7440&amp;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), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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"> drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   After reading countless reports of LSD induced trauma and mind warping, I feel obligated to recount MY experiences with LSD. <br> <br> Back in around grade 11 (17 years old) I started becoming more interested in drugs other than weed and alcohol. Most of my friends had tried acid and seemed fine. Despite the horror stories (people clawing out their eyes or scratching their arms off etc) I decided to get my hands on some. <br> <br> So, I went to my long term friend, had a chat with him and ended up leaving his house with a sheet of 250 hits of acid. I got a sheet because this way, each hit cost 50 cents and I could sell each one for 5 dollars. Anyways, on with the experiences. <br> <br> I first tried half a hit at school. I did it without telling anybody. I met up with my friend after school (I went to a private school so we always met up after) and told him how I felt. I felt fine. A little edgy, pupils dilated, and slightly sick. The sick feeling was 'gut-rot' that people sometimes get after taking acid -- and it wasn't that bad at all. <br> <br> Soon enough, I was doing acid at school, by myself, each day. My dose would increase throughout the week so that I always had the same buzz. It seemed that if I did half a tab on Monday, that on Tuesday, I would need a full tab to experience what I felt on Monday. By Friday I would be up to 3 or 4 tabs at most. I wouldn't do it on Sundays and rarely did it on Saturdays. This went on for about 5 months. You can do the math, but, despite the way you look at it, that is a hell of allot of acid! <br> <br> Now, I wasn't doing this to get high. My grades shot WAY up and I was able to pay attention in class much more effectively. Each day I would wake up, eat breakfeat, and with my mug of coffee, wash down a hit or two of acid. At lunch, I would go to the library and study and eat my sandwiches in an isolated cublicle. My mind was so clear and learning was much much easier. <br> <br> Most days, I felt fine. However, occasionally, I would come to school feeling absolutely horrible. And I mean horrible. My digestive system would be in absolute turmoil and I had no mental or physical capacity to do anything. I just felt totally burnt out: my eyes would be bloodshot and my skin would be very pale. <br> <br> At about the 5 month mark, I fell ill with pneumonia. I was extremely sick and bedridden for almost a month. I attribute this to being run down by the effects of the LSD. Essentially, my mind was in over-drive for 5 months. I decided to quite acid. Once I had returned to school, my marks dropped and I went back to my usual bored self. Teachers were concerned as were my parents. It is funny that they only became concerned after all this had happened. To this day however, I still have not touched any illegal substance. <br> <br> Throughout this time, I never once saw anything --- only 'tracers' like when you had looked at a bright light and closed your eyes. Years later (well not too many), I am doing fine. I graduated from a top university in economics and am now going to start my masters in finance. So obviously my little experience hasn't had any effects on my brain. <br> <br> I think that the effects of using this drug are overated and blown out of proportion. Hope this is usefull to somebody. <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: 20972</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 17,396</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=20972&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=20972&amp;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) : School (35), Health Problems (27), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I've been smoking weed &amp; hash for the past 3-5 years &amp; i've tried almost everything but ACID. I made a deal with my bro 3 years ago that I'd only do it if he was around cuz he has done acid alot, just in case I freak out. I was visiting my bro (E) in US &amp; on 4th Jan 2001. (E) got some Acid we took the first hit around 10:30 pm, E went to spin &amp; I just sat &amp; waited for something to happen after all I've been researching on Acid for almost a year. <br> <br> 12 am, nothing I only had a headache cuz I haven't slept well. So me bro called his friend (K) &amp; he came around 12:45 with some more Acid, GHB &amp; Ketamine <br> 1 am we took 2 hits each. <br> <br> 2 am, still nothing &amp; I was getting so bored &amp; sleepy the only thing I felt different were colors they were more alive. (K) walked up to me &amp; asked if I wanted more, I Said yes &amp; this time I took 4 hits (crazy I know) but I was starting to feel that this shit doesnt work with me. I was wrong. <br> <br> 3:30 am I started Trippin funny, I was on the sofa &amp; I was a bit cold so I covered myself with a red blanket, 15 mins after that I was laughing &amp; yelling &amp; jumpin my ass on the sofa &amp; when the guys asked me whats Wrong with me I Simply said : there's a fuckin Star Trek episode down here of course I was the hero. <br> <br> The guys didn't wana leave me long on the couch &amp; they convinced me that I have'nt seen anything yet, So K pulls me &amp; takes me close to the black light in the corner &amp; shows me his Tattoo. Wooooooooooow I couldnt open my mouth I was all eyes looking at the best 3-d tattoo i've ever seen. After a bit of GHB, dancing &amp; beer I was starting to feel funny so I went to WC to wash my face, I locked myself in looked at the mirror &amp; I was shocked, It was'nt me I kept looking at myself 4 a while not knowing that my vision was fucked up not me. It started getting quiet &amp; I thought that the guys left (I was so focused on the mirror that I lost contact with everything but my vision &amp; my reflection on the mirror). I started talking to myself within me &amp; sometime there I just got hot so I decided to sit. 2 mins after that everything was going black, I felt like trapped in a coffin &amp; I choked. 4 a min there I thought I was dying &amp; I calmed down like I never did &amp; then I heard a voice saying hey wake up &amp; snap out of it, you're ok it's only what u took, concentrating on that voice, it was mine!! I donno how that happend then. <br> <br> I'm sure I forgot a part, I was in there for 5 mins, felt like a year, anyway I dragged myself out &amp; I went out of the house, took the dog 4 a walk etc... When I came back everyone was looking for me they thought I jumped in the lake near by or something I dont remember well but the one thing I wont forget was that look on my bro's face. He asked if I was ok &amp; I smiled back &amp; said, yeah I'm chillin. I had 2 more tabs a while after that.. I've done Acid 13 other times &amp; I still will. You may be asking yourself WHY ?? Simply read below : <br> <br> ACID is a never ending story, the key to a good trip is inside of me, it takes alot of courage &amp; faith &amp; dont ever let anyone talk you into anything if you're not ready. Personally I dont believe in ADDICTION i think it's all in our head I had second thoughts about myself when my trip went down but instead of passing out overdosed in the tub, I partied for 3 days nonstop. <br> <br> P.s : I wrote this after having 2 hits &amp; I think i've been writing all that for the past 4 hours, I'm too tired to go over it again, anyway I'M SORRRRYYYY IF I SOUNDED STUPID take care all &amp; dont forget THE WORLD IS BETWEEN YOUR HANDS, WE MAKE OUR OWN FATE &amp; OUR OWN TRIP <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: 7936</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 31, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,825</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7936&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7936&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">12 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <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>   My second experience with acid has been, to date, my most signifigant and was a transformative event in my life. Before that point I had a healthy respect for the drug but perhaps not to the extent I should have. At the time I was doing relatively well financially so taking a pharmacopia of drugs into a rave wasn't unusual for me. I would bring some for myself and enough to resell at cost to several dozen of my friends. I wasn't interested in making a profit, just in buying affection. <br> <br> My previous acid trip had been in a low-key environment but I had no qualms about trying it in the frenetic atmosphere of a party for some reason. I intended to drop and take ecstacy later on. I took 2 hits of a large sheet and then proceeded to deal out a score of caps of E waiting for the effects to kick in. The building was quite familiar to me; in my area there are few venues available to rave promoters. Every time I went to a party there it seemed smaller. <br> <br> Around this point my memory becomes rather vague. I remember being hungry and eating something but not what that something was. My friends tell me they remember seeing me munching on some paper and subsequent investigations revealed that in my delerium, I had eaten the entirety of the rest of my acid. Time ceased to move forward of its own accord. Events would only proceed through a conscious excercise of will. Additionally, I no longer chose to do things, I chose the alternate reality in which I did the things I wanted myself to do - an fine distinction. I gradually lost touch with my fundamental understanding of who and what I was. I had the strange fear that I had seen a deeper layer of reality and, having done so, I would never be able to regain a normal viewpoint; never be able to pull the wool back over my eyes. Out of the whirling ball of paranoia that I had become, one thought concept finally cut through and calmed me. I realized that no matter what straits I found myself in, whatever trials I faced, just by concentrating on the moment and living for that instant alone I could always be perfectly content. <br> <br> It was a new idea for me although not new to the world as I later found out. Further reading revealed that many schools of thought had advanced such a conclusion and had developed it much further including Buddhism, Gnosticism and a few varieties of shamanism. <br> <br> After that trip I gained new appreciation for the Buddhist practices of my mother and I now attend meditations with her and I have never been happier. All in all a very welcome lesson. <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: 22648</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, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,777</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=22648&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=22648&amp;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), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.5 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">110 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   My friend had recently gotten half a tab of acid and one of my other friends had bought a couple when I wen to meet him and 3 of my other good friends. I was told it was intense from a friend G. He had tripped the night before and said he had a life changing experience. I was a little wary cuz of that. D did some Ecstasy, me and J each did only one tab. G was supposed to sit us so we didn't freak out. So 30 minutes later, we attempted to hotbox J's bathroom but after only one hit each (which was freaking huge that bong is amazing) I definitely felt very fucked up. We wandered back into the living room and I was tripping. Now apparently, G left at 10, and we had started tripping at 9. (took the tab at 8:30) At some point L, J's ex girlfriend came over, and she was tripping on acid too. At that point, I was sitting on the couch, tripping sooooo intensely. Every sound was part of this insane rhythm and music I was hearing in my head. Everything I was seeing was also part of it. My vision was filled with insane patterns that evolved constantly and moved with the music. <br> <br> Apparently I had sat their for an hour and a half straight without saying a word, and L comes over, she is soooo fucking cracked out. Tripping balls. D says she has her shirt off in a bra going, what am I doing here? How did I get here? Where are my clothes. I didn’t even realise she had come until I heard her voice and I was like holy shit L is here? Wtf? Then they try to rouse me from apparently sitting with my eyes wide open, and not seeing them at all. They said they had waved their hands in front of my face and called my name a whole lot. I eventually heard G in a weird echoing kind of way. I thought he said, welcome back, but he swears he never said it. In my mind it suddenly made sense and I responded, ahh yes we all return here don't we? But they say I never said that either. Then after some gentle shakes, I came back to reality slightly still tripping balls, and looked up, G was their and for some reason I thought we were all part of the same person and that there were numerous people talking to me but most of them hadn't existed. I asked him 'how many of you exist?' It was the first words I had uttered since going into my trance. <br> <br> Then I sunk back into it. I started to feel like I was filled with cold electricity. G left. (the sitter) Then I started to feel that I was covered in a blanket of death that was slowly consuming my life to give me this vision of life and music so beautiful that I became so engulfed in it. I slowly let myself die. At that point, I literally gave up on life and died. At least it felt like that, like I had willed myself to death, and yet it was so beautiful and yet so painful emotionally. I felt like I could have left them with a corpse and ceased to exist. At that point, 2 drops of tears rolled slowly down my eyes. My friends asked me if I was alright. I said, I’m dead. The next words I had uttered since saying how many of you exist. Then it got real weird with D saying my name softly questioningly. Over and over, softly. Are u ok? Dude? They tried shaking me, but I just collapsed off the couch. After a bit I felt death was soo emotionally beautiful and yet painful, like losing your best friend, except letting go of life instead, that I returned. <br> <br> I was much less fucked but still tripping balls. I roused from my trance to see D motioning for us to bong. I don’t remember if I had. I think I accidentally was confusing L allot by saying, do u really exist? And I asked her how old she was and she said 16. I said ahhh 16 year olds, I’m 17, But I don’t know why I said that because I’m 16. And later I was like what was I possibly thinking. We left, me and L tripping balls in the cold. We decided to ride the rails and rode into Brooklyn. There at pacific avenue, we somehow went in circles and took trains that led to nowhere. Once we were told to get off because it wasn't moving for the night once it left the station. We left, and returned to the same one. Then the conductor drove into the tunnels and stopped. For 5 minutes we did nothing but look at light and listen to the air vents. Then the conductor came back and said didn’t I tell you not to go on this train? Now I'll have to drive back. <br> <br> Eventually at 3:30 in the morning I buzzed home, got my parents pissed at me though they didn't even suspect due to the fact I said like 10 words to them and proceeded to not be able to sleep for another 2 and a half hours. I was still feeling it. After dying, my whole life was changed, all those petty things that piss me off I just ignore. I was sure that I had felt what willing yourself to death was like. This was on Sat. Today is Wed. I’m planning on tripping again tomorrow but this time I think it will be different because much of my fustration and depression left me from last time. <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: 20849</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 22, 2003</td><td>Views: 8,894</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=20849&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=20849&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   It was summer and me and my friend (which I will just call Ray) had gone to Minnesota to our cabin with my family. We had brought some Lsd and Cannibus with us to make the trip a little more fun. <br> <br> It was the first night we were there and we had bought a energy drink called Venom which contained a high percent of citric acid because we had heard from a friend that citric acid will inhance the trip of lsd. We took our doses at about 9:00 and already started feeling gigglely and seeing trails. Soon after that we went to our cabin and drank our energy drinks. We grabbed my cd player and my cds and headed down to the lake. When we got down to the lake ,it pitch black with no moon but you could see every star in the sky including some Northern Lights off in the distance to our right.We grabbed some lounge chairs and sat on the dock looking at the sky. It was about 11:00 and we turned on some Mindless Self Indulgence and Ray pulled out a joint. We smoked the joint and the sky started gettin blurry and all the stars started producing trails. <br> <br> Soon we started trippin hardcore and continued to smoke a couple bowls and every time I looked back a Ray he turned into somebody I knew but I just didnt know who they were. I looked up at the stars and they looked as if they were fallin but never hit the ground and the waves of lake looked like there was a strobe light reflcting of them. The stars where still spinning and moving when at 12:35 i looked at my watch and I got hit with an intense amount of feelin and started talking but no words would come out. The stars started spinnin really fast and kept spinning until they had turned in to a lazer show which moved on to a tunnel that kept moving forward and looked like i was movng closer to it and i coulnt look away. All these clown faces started fallin out of the tunnel in the sky and hit the water ,and the waves from these faces came toward me and when they hit he dock I fell out of my chair and couldnt move. I and watched Ray for a long time as he gazed up at the stars. <br> <br> Then i couldnt handle it and got up and turned the music off. Ray stood up and grabbed me and shook me and said to stop yelling when i was sayin nothing at all. I picked up the cd player and we started walking back to our cabin. I looked at my watch and it was 1:45 when we reached the hill we had to climb up to get to our small about 10x10 cabin. We were walkin up the hill through the dark which what had seemed to be at least an hour which it should of tookin 5 minutes. I sat down and waited for Ray to catch up I look at my watch and it had been 3 min. I asked Ray if he thought we were goin the right way because i thought it had been so long and he said ya. I stood up and looked at the ground and continued walkin up the hill and i wasnt moving at all and looked up and i was at the top and could see out cabin. The light outside the cabin was puttin off sound that sounded like a insect and we stepped inside and th sound stop. <br> <br> Ray turned on a movie and I ignored it and looked over and at it and some girl came out of a miiror and killed another and i freaked out and shut it off. I couldnt handle any sound or movements and my friend tried calming me and saying just wait you will reach your peak. It was helping me but i coulnt look at him any longer because he had four eyes. We both sat there in silence for what seemed a long time. Then i started coming down and could handle music so we turned on some techno and grabbed 2 flashed lights and waved then over our heads untill i felt like i couldnt see any more. I layed down and closed my eyes and i got a huge amount of visuals of colors and shadows. i opened my eyes again and it was morning .I had fell asleep and continued to trip in my dream or unconcius mind. That is the description of the best time of my life. Since then i have never tripped as hard and i havent drank anything or took anything that involved citric acid, so I think the citric acid definitly inhanced my trip. <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: 11524</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 11,801</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11524&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11524&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> 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>(tar / resin)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I took my first trip when I was 15, half a 'Strawberry 3,' so called because there was a picture of a strawberry on it and it was alledgedly triple the usual dose. I was nervous as Hell beforehand because I hear stories about people being so off it they think they can fly out of a 20th-storey window, or can stop a speeding car with their head. I was with good friends though that had all done it before and once up on the acid, I have to say I had a good time. Looking back with experience, i've found acid to be happy or headfucky, happy when I laugh at anything for ages, so hard that my stomach and face muscles hurt. Headfucky is when I get paranoid, I get those deja-vu moments, I think someone is calling my name or I just HAVE to do something...but I don't know what it is. Anyway, my first trip was a happy one, we had a great time. <br> <br> A few months later, my friends and I got our hands on some more acid, this time they were Jupiters, some people called them planets, because they had a picture of a blue planet on them (even though Jupiter is red.) My mate and I worked together, cleaners in a supermarket bakery. We decided to drop the acid just an hour before the end of the shift, so that we would be coming up on it properly as we walked out. This was a bad idea as this time we came up on the acid in 20 minutes (this had never happened to us before, could've been through not eating much in the day or something, I dunno). It suddenly became apparent that we had to work whilst high on acid. We didn't want to. We just chatted and talked about shit like we do, then our supervisor came over and said it was time to go home. Somehow we managed to keep the fact that we were high on Grade-A drugs quiet and we got out. By this time, we had the trailers, when you move your hand and you see a trail of it moving afterwards. We met up with the rest of our mates and went to a field where we were camping out for the night. <br> <br> Setting up the tent was a fucking nightmare. Fortunately our mates were still straight so they sorted it out for us whilst we played with the tent poles, swinging them around, checking out the trailers off them!! About an hour later, our other friends had started to come up on their acid, but at this point my friend and I were almost peaking on ours. We were sat in the tent smoking joints, I was getting the feeling that the smoke was choking me, I couldn't swallow at all, and I was hot as fuck. I couldn't look at my friends in the eye, their faces were all blurred and I couldn't make out their features at all. When I did look, it was like a palette of colours being mixed up in front of me. I felt that if I looked them in the eye, they would know that I was afraid now and I didn't even know why. I couldn't speak, the feeling of not being able to swallow was becoming worse and I really needed fresh air. I started to think that my own mates were thinking that I was a fucking idiot, that I always had been, what was I even doing there. When will it end? And all the time, thinking that I had thought the same thoughts before, even though I hadn't. <br> <br> Then, suddenly, my other friend who I had dropped the acid with just said 'I dunno about you, but I am paranoid as fuck.' I looked at him and I just instantly felt relief. We looked at each other and I said 'Me too' and all our paranoia just went straightaway. It was such a relief, I felt almost as if I would cry. Then we burst out laughing and we all left the tent and went for a walk in the woods at night, which was fucking brilliant. The moon was so bright, it looked as if it was daytime, we had massive shadows on the floor, I could see everything so clearly and defined, I never felt so aware in my life. <br> <br> I think the moral is basically, we take the rough with the smooth. Taking acid, I can never tell whats gonna happen, it isn't a constant like weed. Acid, when its good, its really fucking good...but when its bad, well I only have to read some of the stories here. Weed, I smoke it and its good, I get stoned, it feels good, I get the munchies, it wears off. Acid, I don't really know if a paranoia is gonna hit or if its gonna be heavy on the visuals side (trailers, hallucinations, etc) or if its gonna be a funny one. Its basically unpredictable. I've never felt like I was gonna die on acid, like some people. My advice is if you're gonna do it, make sure you're with good people who you know and trust and dont go crazy on the dosage first time round!!! Also, I have some weed handy to smoke for the comedown. <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: 13759</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,113</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13759&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13759&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Well. It all started last week when i decided to trip for the first time. Normally im too scared to take such drugs. Ive smoked marijuana about 200 times...but never acid. I was too curious. I had heard nothing but good things about acid, so i decided what the hell, and i purchased 4 tabs from a friend who is really into acid. Now, im not a hippie, but i enjoy the 60's movements and musics as i have also grown my hair down to my back. it feels better that way..anyways... i called my friend K and asked him if he wanted to take a tab with me, i didnt want to be taking something unknown alone like that, he refused but later called me back and told me he too had been conflicted with the curiosity of the drug. we invited one other person, S, my girlfriend, and our other friend J tagged along with K..so im happy that i bought just enough for all!..It was a beautiful saturday evening..around 6pm..the sun was still up..and we thought that it would be best to go off into the middle of nowhere and take our tabs so there would be no one to fuck it up or bring us down. bear in mind this is Iowa, lots of space. <br> <br> i took the dose around 7pm..the sun was still sitting on the horizon of a beautiful grass field that stretched for miles and miles with nothing else in sight. we had 2 tents set up and a camp fire along with food and water. 7:30 comes around and im starting to think...ok..they always say you had to wait..but this is rediculous..so i figured i had a dud. K was sitting off on a little hill watching the sun say goodnight to the earth..the sky was so beautiful..S was holding my hand and singing a song i cant remember what it was called...J was in his tent laying in the manner so he could see the sky through the mesh. K and J would be sharing a tent, S and i would have our own. The last thing i remember doing before it hit me was staring up at the big beautiful moon that was watching over us. <br> <br> K walked over to me..and he said..'its beautiful isnt it?'..i looked at him with tears in my eyes as if i had just witnessed a child being brought into the world or something..he asked me 'whats wrong?'...i told him that i had never felt so much peace and love for everything around me as i did now. he smiled. we walked around, taking in all these new sensations..the sky like paper..beautiful paper with the most exquisite painting...the moon as if it was an arms reach away...the wind blowing a beautiful song no instrument could ever mock. <br> <br> I started to think as i looked at 3 of my friends standing on the horizon in front of me..we are all alone out here in this big universe..but at the same time..were all connected..like distant relatives who welcome your visit after a long drive. only this was cosmic. a feeling unlike any other. I looked at the stars. and thanked god for the earth and life. I could feel the earth as if it was a part of me..this is the way its supposed to be. life. I was no longer frightened of death or law or anything else humanly tangible. Im free. Everything just made sense. After about another 4 hours of walking around and being goofy, i felt another dose of energy surging through me as if i could lift a stack of cars, but i knew i needed to sit down for a second. i grabbed my canteen, which was a sight all in its own..the image of me moving towards it and grabbing it played back a number of times before i came back to where i was and took a drink. the tracers were getting more and more rapid and repetitious. we were up until the sun came up to greet us. that night was a truly memorible night, as i became alive for the first time. i was born. i am one week old. i plan on taking LSD again, but for right now, im just trying to learn to live the way im supposed to..in peace..harmony..and joy..thank you for life and earth god. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23355</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 29, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,887</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=23355&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=23355&amp;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), First Times (2)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I've never tried any drugs other than weed, so when my friend suggested that a group of us trip, I was interested. Of course, being the paranoid nerd that I am, I went online and did my research. Had to make sure I wasn't in danger of dying off of two hits of acid...yeah I am paranoid. Probably why acid wasn't such a good choice of drugs for me. <br> <br> About 8pm, my cousin and two friends and I each took 2 geltabs of acid. I remember saying, 'wow these things look so little, are you sure they are going to work?'. One of my friends that had taken acid before just laughed at me. A half hour went by, and I was a bit annoyed because I felt the same. I wanted to take another one, but my friend assured me that it wouldn't be long before it kicked in. 20 minutes later, I was starting to feel a little strange. I suggested we all go outside and sit on the porch to get some air. An hour later, we were two miles from my house running through the woods. Now I'm pretty much a lazy person, it's an effort just to walk outside to my mail box :-). But I felt so great, like I could walk anywhere! We killed another hour walking back, it was a lot of laughing and good feelings all around. <br> <br> When we got back to my house, that's when things started getting weird. I had forgotten that we had set up black lights and posters all over my living room to celebrate the occasion. So when I walked into the house, I was completely weirded out. The colors from the posters were swirling around and moving all over the ceiling and floor. I started to get scared, and had this thought in my head that my two friends were going to kill my cousin and I. I guess the power of suggestion was enough to freak her out as well, because we both ended up in the bedroom trying to climb out the window. I have never felt so terrified in my life. At that moment, I truely belived my own insane thoughts. My friends came in and freaked when they saw me dangling half out the window. After fighting with them briefly, I agreed to go back out and sit in the living room. The black lights and posters were more vivid than ever...I remember looking at one and seeing a plane flying towards me. I got all emotional and started crying. <br> <br> My friends told me the next day that I was talking about the plane and all the 'people trying to escape the city' in the poster for like 2 hours. I don't remember what time we ended up passing out but it was starting to get light out so I know it was early morning. The first thing I looked at was that poster. It was of a bunch of mushrooms. And all I could think of was how the hell I ever saw a plane. Over all, I'd say I had a good experience. Except for the brief period I thought my friends were going to murder me. Like I said though...I'm a naturally paranoid person. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24164</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 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,249</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24164&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24164&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I don't remember what type of acid it was. I just remember it being a 'gel tab' full of purple shit that was sour as fuck. I was 14 at the time and when I took it nothing happened for about half an hour to an hour. Then all of a sudden everything just got completely fuct up. I remember talking to my friend and every word he said was rhyming (he was doing this on purpose because he knew I was tripping) and it was freaking me out. Well after he left I just sat in my room and listened to music. I couldnt even tell what CD or song I was listening too. I decided to take a shower and went to my closet to get some clothes. When I opened the closet a bloody human hand fell out and touched my leg, I didnt think anything of it though. I just sort of kicked it back into the closet grabbed a shirt and some pants and headed up to the bathroom to take a shower. Well halfway up the stairs I remember thinking, 'What The FUCK!! OH MY GOD!' <br> <br> So I ran back downstairs and opened my closet again. Nothing was there. 'Ok Good' I thought, as I turned around something caught my eye. It was a puddle of blood on the floor and slowly I began to see a dead body. I immediately began to freak out. I blinked and it was gone, but then it was there again! WTF! Well I thought to myself, must be the acid and didnt think anything about it. As I was taking a shower time seemed to slow down so much, I actually believed that I had transcended space and time boundaries and that I was in a slow motion world. Well I finished taking my shower and everything was still slow as fuck. Until my mom came out of her room and said 'Hi.' She did this in about .0002 seconds and before I knew she was even there she was gone. I dont know how long later (all the clocks were displaying some sort of fuct up symbols and the analog clock's hands were so blurred I couldnt tell where they were) but I ended up outside, and it was dark as shit. I remember trying to open a window to get in, but this window was about 7 feet off the ground, at the time I was only about 5' 5'. <br> <br> This was the craziest shit in the world. The window looked like it was about 20 feet over my head but when I reached for it my hand stretched to accomodate for this. The next thing I knew I had a knife in my hand and the next thing I knew after that was that my hand was bleeding. I couldnt get in the fucking house! AND now I was fucking bleeding! 'Oh know' I thought 'What the fuck am I going to do?? Im trapped outside and the sky is trying to eat me and Im going to die.' My neighbor comes outside about a minute later and says 'What happened to your hand???' I said something along the lines of 'Smick smurgen with cut an. . . I DIE!' I dont remember much after this but I do remember that I never stopped tripping. I woke up the next morning hearing gun fire, and seeing the wall melt. <br> <br> 2 weeks later this was still going on. I didn't do anything about it till about a year ago. I took 15 xanex at school, plus 20 blood thinners in an attempt to kill myself. I ended up falling down the fucking stairs and getting busted. They searched me and found my remaining xanex and remaining blood thinners. Our Nazi (School Campus officer, formerly a navy seal or some shit) brought out a huge book with every pill in it and they started looking it up. I said, 'Well I'll be dead in about (looked at my watch) 5 seconds.' 'How many did you take son??!' said officer peabody. 'Oh about 15 of the blue footballs and 20 of the yellow capsules, why? You dont think I like speaking in english? Well your wrong, im speaking english right now! SEIG HEIL!' well I was in an ambulance, then I woke up and I was drinking charcoal, then I was in a stretcher going down a narrow hallway, then I had to walk to a couch! You know how hard this shit is? I had to get interviewed. . .interviewed for what I was thinking. <br> <br> 'Where am I?' I asked the old fuck asking me questions. He said 'Your at Summit Ridge Mental institute. . .' Well a few days later I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and now Im on like 9 medications and it totally blows. so all you little fucks that think you can buy euphoria for not more than 5 dollars a hit, think again. You may end up killing, yourself or someone else. <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: 9827</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 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 41,992</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9827&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9827&amp;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), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">225 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I was born in 1971 and by 1985 I wanted to try LSD. I hadnt even been drunk, high, or even nicotine-buzzed at that point. I had read stories about my idols, 60's musicians like The Beatles and Jim Morrison, taking acid. As a musician, artist, and general social outcast, it only seemed logical to take it. By 1989, my senior year, I had become quite a drunk and and in love with Marijuana. I finally one night took the acid and everyone doing it with me went home after we all peaked. The experience wasn't as potent as I had hoped, with only mild visuals. Through the next 9 years I continued to (mostly) trip alone as I had that first time. I always felt safer alone, where no one could set me on a bad trip. I only took 1 hit usually, and only once or twice a year. Those years were spent in the Military Police, Art School, and a bad marriage. I loved LSD but as I said, used it with extreme moderation. I loved the long wakeful nights tripping and pondering my existence or watching movies. I only hallucinated a few times, mostly I just felt so aware of the 'big picture'. <br> <br> Towards the end of the 90's I had a new, happy relationship and custody of my child from the previous marriage. I got a temp position at a new steel mill in town where everyone was making HUGE money. The year I worked there I was so intent on getting hired full-time, that I smoked hardly any weed at all for fear of urinalysis. Instead I took acid. In one two-month period I took over FORTY hits! Now, for me acid is like vodka-you get more out of it as your experience and mental tolerance increases. I was like a walking disciple of Christ himself, seeing only the 'big picture' and beautiful reality of this world. I delved into books on everything from Astronomy to Religion. Since that period I have understood so much more about what this world really is and it's value as a material. <br> <br> Why did I suddenly quit taking acid in Oct 98 to never touch it again? Well this is where the reality of drugs and what they do comes into play. I got so enamoured with the LSD experience that I was taking it on-stage. I was a George Harrison impersonator in a Beatles Tribute band, and it made it seem as though I was having an IN-body experience--as if I were air-guitaring to the Beatles, when it actually WAS me coming through the speakers! I felt I had dropped into George's body! This kind of stuff only fueled my love for the drug. I started practically living on LSD, taking it every 4th or 5th day. By the end of that year I was talking in jumbled hesitant words. I am a good speaker and I couldnt even get a sentence out without stuttering. My memory was out the door too, my night vision sucked (and I think weed causes that too), and I was getting very moody. <br> <br> The final trip in Oct 98 was not fun AT ALL. Usually my custom was to consume enough liquor for 3 or 4 people (LITERALLY) whilst dosing. That particular night I drank over a half of a 1/5th of good imported Tequila and got the spins right as the acid peaked. The next 2 hours seemed like 2 WEEKS! I was with my wife and a bunch of lesbians I used to jam with in a band. I think the crowd made me even MORE nervous. I felt like I was in the eye of a twister with no way to anchor myself to any thought or concept for more than a split second. It was horrifying, and trying to explain my situation and keep cool about it was making it worse. I felt rude and embarrassed for losing it and that made me flip out all the more. I haven't taken it since. <br> <br> When I stop using for a month or two I can tell a noticable difference. I feel more alert, but also depressed because after having seen the beauty of it, life seems dull. This is why I never tried heroin-I KNEW I'd be an addict in a day. It's been almost three years now and that feeling wont leave me. Maybe it's what people call being jaded, I dont know. I just know that nothing seems all that exciting to me anymore. I havent worked in two years, I stay home with my newborn son. My wife has an excellent job and we tell people that's why I stay home. It IS the reason, but I must also admit that I dont want to be involved in the world anymore, and I am scared shitless about going back to work. I still write and record music, but I dont care to ever accomplish anything again. Aside from the closest friends and family, I see no one. Sometimes I wish I had never been enlightened and still had all of my foolish desires that acid freed me from. When you experience levels of consciousness like that of drugs, especially the powerful ones like LSD, you really are never the same person again. I feel that I am a better person now, but that doesn't mean life in the material world is better for me. I just wish Christ (or whatever it is) would come rescue us all today, and I have frequent anxiety attacks concerning the possible (numerous) amount of years and lives that await me in this world of pain and suffering. I wonder, have my enlightening experiences showed me truths I was not designed to handle, or are the square people right--am I just mind-bent now? <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: 7536</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 19, 2003</td><td>Views: 40,282</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7536&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7536&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Post Trip Problems (8), Depression (15), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), Health Problems (27), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Have you ever 'controlled' acid? Well, not only did I, but I taught two others as well. <br> <br> My friend Rob did it for his first time this weekend. Buddy Jeff and I took him to the hills. It hit fast, we took it at 9am, and by 10 - the trees were waving. <br> <br> Several weird things happened during this trip, and might I say that this trip is the best time I've had in my entire life, never have I felt such joy. By the way, I'm the guy that done it over 300 times (yeah a lot of good times in highschool). I'm 25 now. <br> <br> Rob handled it perfectly. Not even a hint of any possible apprehensive feelings. The clouds came out and put on a fantastic display of vibrant colors, a brilliant array of spectrum in the clouds by the angle of the sun. The hawks flew around us, sometimes pausing in the spectrum as if they knew we were watching. Also, even though it was Rob's first time, and time flies when you're having fun - he was TELLING TIME correctly. It boggled us, he would be exact to the minute as far as telling how long it's been or what time it was at any given moment. He was at one with time. <br> <br> After spending a few hours out there, we headed back to have my girl pick us up so we could go to my house. On the way back, the first BREAKTHROUGH #1 happened. As I'm walking, I accidently dropped the plastic wrapper of my cigarettes. I continued walking and HEARD the hills hiss at me. I don't know if I heard the hills hissing at me, or if I actually heard the sound of the little plastic hitting the leaf that it landed on. Seems unreasonable for a human to be able to detect such a minute sound, but who knows? <br> <br> At this point I will give all my fellow trippers a wonderful present, here you go: This is a method that Rob, it being his first time, brought to my attention. You know when you're trippin' real hard and it starts to get kinda intense? Well, a lot of people may get a worried look on their face that can set off a bad trip. Here's the NEW solution, and it works! Rob did this a million times, and it was PERFECT! You know what he did? Simple. When it got intense, or when something awesome happened, he would whistle. Yup. Just a plain little 'Whew' type of whistle. That sound and the act of doing just lets you 'wash' the intensty and absorb everything, while maintaining yourself. MAKE A NOTE OF IT, REMEMBER IT, and try it next time. <br> <br> Now for the house. My girl took some and we took more so we could experience the night. We did, and off we went, into Wonderland. I lead the night, being our guide and host of the show. I talked us through everything and took us on many mental journeys. A funny thing was pointed out by my girl. She said that I 'spoke with the weather', meaning every time I got more intense, the wind would pick up. Anytime I would shut up, the wind would DIE completely. This happened four times that she could recollect. I personally think that the breakthrough here was that I must have been feeding off the wind myself. BREAKTHROUGH #2. <br> <br> Back in the house, we were seated. I began to explain to my girl and Rob how they can control the melt. I told them to focus on whether the walls are melting down or up. Then I told to tell the acid to STOP melting, and turn around and go the opposite direction....it worked! Both of them were able to dictate whether they wanted the wall to melt up or to melt down. BREAKTHROUGH #3. I gave both of them a new power. And powerful they did feel. We felt like Gods, we could do anything. <br> <br> The grand finale of the night was when I was telling a funny story (forgot the story, sorry). The funniest thing is this: As I'm getting to the punchline of the story, I begin to laugh, I laugh so hard it literally buckles me, and sends me bending over and that was it. I come back up with tears in my eyes, and no story to tell. Just a big smile on my face telling both of them that I've never laughed so hard in my life that it actually BUCKLED me. <br> <br> Acid is my personal treasure. Some people are afraid of it, and they should be, because obviously they have problems with themselves. <br> <br> If your soul is pure you have nothing to fear. The only bad trips come out of doubts about yourself, if you have not yet cleansed yourself of the sins YOU feel you are guilty of. Release yourself, free your mind, and fly. I am clean and reborn. <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: 7650</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,928</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7650&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7650&amp;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), Mystical Experiences (9), Nature / Outdoors (23), Guides / Sitters (39), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Ok, I'll be describing two different absolute wonderful acid trips in this report...I'll try to keep in short and sweet--if I can *LOL* <br> <br> trip #1: I just recently, about two months ago, went on my first acid trip....I had smoked pot occasionally, but that's about it until that first time. My fiance and I recieve two hits from a friend, two tiny little purple squares that completely changed my life. We each took them at about 1 in the morning. At 3ish we began our long, glorious journey with constant, hilarious giggling...then about 4 the visuals started..... I was afraid at first, but I immediately calmed myself not wanting to start the trip off bad. After a few minutes we went outside onto the deck, and were feeling extremely randy so we attempted sex, which was hilarious, because about halfway through, I looked up at the sycamore tree growing in our back yard and it started to 'grow'...I immediately lost all interest in the task at hand...and actually sat there so long, that brent said that when we snapped out of it my skin was cold..... so that was the main theme of our trip...that big, beautiful, growing tree, that would start to be 'pulled' into the sky by the 'wind', while growing in spiraling vines, each leaf shimmying independantly. <br> <br> The best part of the trip was how it opened my eyes to the world around me...and I felt the goddess in everything, including myself, and I saw the god in my fiance, he WAS the god, and I WAS the goddess.... it was like playing make believe... I was, for the first time since childhood, filled with complete awe and wonder.... everything went well until my stomach started to feel kind of cramped so I went and got a bath... and the walls started to melt and it kind of freaked me out... being inside really got me down.... we spent the rest of the trip laying in bed, watching the ceiling, trying to go to sleep... he came down about 10 in the morning, but I wasn't back to relative normalcy until about 24 hour after I took the acid..... <br> <br> <br> Trip#2: our second acid trip took place the night before last.... completely by surpise we came across someone selling acid, and along with a friend bought a few hits... we all took our hits at about 10:30pm, and the effects came on extremely quick, at about 11:30, I was steadily climbing into euphoria. We watched the cartoon Spirited Away, and it was even more enjoyable that usual. It was our friend's first time, and he was hilarious, pacing around speaking in a various accents (when he could force himself to speak) and puffing on a cigar. This trip wasn't nearly as intense as the last, but that was good. it was easy to control, and alot mellower. It was raining outside, but I went out and visited the tree anyways. it was beautiful, being pulled by the high winds of the storm..... my fiance and I had a serious god/goddess theme again this time, and it was very religious, and opened my eyes even further.... spent most of the night in the bedroom, which has been completely redone in natural decor so it was far more pleasant, and candle lit... we painted each other with various religious symbols and laid around chilling out having a wonderful time. <br> <br> my fiance and I ended the trip with some very intense sex, and we both had our first orgasms while on acid, and it was fuckin awesome.... It was so intense, feeling the goddess and god in us... the sex was so primal, like a story, or like a part of a legend or something, I wouldn't have been suprised if I looked behind me at him and he had grown antlers. <br> <br> Suprisingly enough we actually got tired at about 5 in the morning and fell asleep....I was sober enough by 5 o'clock to go in to work, so basically, it was different than the first one, but still excellent. <br> <br> A note on Acid in general: <br> <br> I highly recommend doing this with someone you love, I have never loved Brent as much as I do when I'm on acid...it's brought us closer together.... Also, it has made me do some serious soul searching,and has made me completely rethink religion....everyone needs to try it at least once! <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24991</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 12,858</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24991&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24991&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Sex Discussion (14), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Some of my previous relevant experiences include: LSD, mescaline, psylocibin,5meodmt, dpt, 5meodipt .... <br> <br> This is going to be a summary of a few 2c-i experiments but focused around the first and most profound experience which was in combination with LSD. <br> <br> This whole thing started out as what was supposed to be 400 mcs of LSD .... I hadn't seen LSD in the last two years or so when my friend told me that someone just gave him a nice chunk of a freshly dipped sheet. The preparations where made and on a sat afternoon I found myself at a large home in the hills among my very close friends with an empty belly. There was supposed to be 8 of us but when we arrived two strange faces where at the house and this made me slightly worried because I myself planned on taking 4 hits and the guy who had dipped it told my friend it should be about 80 mcs a hit.Thats a healthy dose for me not what I would want to do with strange people. After talking to them a while I decided it would be OK. My state of mind was very good as it always is when I get to visit my friends and have an evening of research (they live far). <br> <br> At 4 we all ingested our doses. Everyone took two except myself and 2 other people. the 3 of us all had 4 . After an hour and thirty min. its apparent that the blotter is not potent and I found myself with a very mild and pleasant LSD high. I would say I only got 50 mcs or so. I smoked some salvia and I took a small hit of leaf out of the pipe because I was in the back yard with a lot of people. I noticed a potentiation of salvia and a uniqueness with the LSD but that's a whole report in itself. I smoked a little rustica my friend got from south America and after only two hits found myself feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. After I got a drink to get the tobacco taste out of my mouth It passed and I decided to offer 2c-i to everyone since the LSD was a miss. <br> <br> At 6 Everyone there elected to ingest 2c-i after we consulted Erowid and confirmed it had been done safely. We all took 16 mg except one girl who is a bit smaller decided 14 might be better for a first try with it stacked on the LSD and all. <br> <br> The onset was slow and reminded me of mescaline in its slow build up. From about 30 min to 1 hour there was a mild nausea lingering but luckily it never got too bad. Between one and two hours visuals started to really come on. I spent some of this time dripping and splattering paint on a canvas with my friends it was good fun and beautiful. Then I had to use paint thinner to get the paint off my hands. I got some thinner on my shirt and eventually had to take off my sweat shirt for the evening because my sense of smell was so heightened it was making me ill. <br> <br> By two hours the room is a swirling psychedelic mess. I have had some wild visuals from other substances especially LSD but this was all the grandeur of my best LSD trips with a lot of cannabis and then some. It never threatened to envelope me and leave me so I am in a whole other place, unable to see, lost in visuals like mushrooms or 5meodmt have done to me. Just amazing swirling mandalas, geometry's, colors, the whole ceiling turning oranges and reds even when I focused or got up close to objects. I kept thinking this is something right out of the pages of PIHKAL OR TIHKAL.This was a taste of something magical and I felt so privileged to be having this experience. I was in a high plus 2 mentally but visually a solid 3. By two hours fourty min. something changed visually; still very active but things where moving less.(THese days I don't even care about visuals that was interesting many years ago but wow what a reminder of their beauty!) <br> <br> The plateau came and we sat down to watch my friends movie he made. It was two pieces, One was music set to a computer graphic of the persession of the I-ching. The other is a song for an operatic version of True Hallucinations by T. Mckenna. This was all set to graphics. A joint went around right at the start and I thought to myself I'm scared what this is going to do. Within 1 min I'm captivated by 2 min I'm pouring tears fully plus 4 ! It was so amazing and everyone I was with was so beautiful and brilliant I was so grateful to be apart of it all oh the stimulation! too much input! A picture of this mushrooms shaman cave painting in Africa is on the screen and I'm melding with the mushroom god. This drawing is conveying ancient wisdom of the mushrooms and oh boy it would take pages to tell what happened if I could find the words. The first song stops, the tears slow. I almost leave the room because I'm not sure I can take another round. <br> <br> It bursts onto the screen and I am soon convulsing in tears of reverie. The graphics of space so much like my normal CEV and how beautiful combined with the music .'Glorious impermanence, radiance' is the chorus. In Terence's last interview they asked what do u expect when u die and he said 'Brilliant Radiance.' That's what the song is about.Thats exactly what I believe too, as taught to me by the mushroom. Everything was falling into place and coming together to catalyze this plus 4 moment. I've never experienced reverie like this, it was unspeakable. Not high alpine meadows or old growth redwood forest with or without mind altering substances has ever inspired anything close to this. I had reverie a few times before but this was turned up infinantly louder than anything which preceded it. <br> <br> The music stops I manage to slow the tears but I'm cold. It feels kind of like DPT in my hands, like I'm dissolving away, pins and needles type feeling actually more like my blood is bubbling is how I describe it. I HATE being cold on psychedelics! its loud in the room and chaotic I'm feeling funky from all the crying and emotion so I head to another room. I get under the covers and I'm fine after I do some oaming to slow my thoughts and I warm up. I come downstairs to find my friend in a state like I was during the movie and then some. he was one who had also taken 4 hits. He would cry stop breathing and roll about the floor going plus 4 then breathe and be back for a moment over and over. he say says it was great later although i was worried about him at the time. we sat with him for a maybe an hour or more <br> <br> I relaxed with some more salvia and a bowl as the decline started. I laid on the couch chatting and smelling fresh picked jasmine. My sense of smell was heightened and the jasmine made a feeling of tranquil bliss and created closed eye visuals/fantasy of flowers. Very pleasant! It took a long time to come down there was a lot of great conversation I felt great. At 7 am the next day I was still seeing stuff slightly but feeling good. <br> <br> I have taken 2c-i a few times since then. Two low doses of 8 once then 12.5 two days later. Very mild but wonderful experiences. one in public watching people at the beach. The other hiking in the sierra back country. The sierra was really great sitting at 12,000 feet lakeside listening to music I thought maybe I should just get a gram of 2c-i and wonder the mtns for a whole summer! one thing I noticed was the dust just from one friend in front of me was choking ... again super heightened smell. <br> <br> 16 mg at the rainbow gathering. That was not so good and I couldn't figure out why. Rainbow gathering with my g/f it should be blissful! I later found out I had food poisoning and it had been setting in that night. The fever made me cold and uncomfortable all night. I had a pretty nice experience stayed very coherent and it kind of left me wanting more because I expected something as powerful as the 2c-i and LSD. I again noted increased sense of smell making cannabis smoke in the tent foul. I noted none of the emotional power of the LSD synergy and certainly not the visuals. The emotional power I can't for sure say because the movie was a catalyst. it may have only partially been the 2c-i and LSD. Then again my other friend spent over an hour in the highly emotional plus 4 moments so maybe the LSD played more of a role who can say? <br> <br> 18 mg at home in a comfortable setting with my g/f. i found no increase in mental or visual effect over 16 mg, only more dizziness during the onset. Again heightened smell was really profound. It was a wonderful experience and we got in some great moments of bliss and over powering love. I had a headache toward the end and for two days after this experience very unusual for me. after this I thought rather take 16 same effect less dizzy and less gas. I wonder what 22 or so would do? just more dizziness and toxic effects? <br> <br> I have concluded that low dose LSD with 2c-i for myself is a magic combo and I think I prefer it to 2c-i alone. 2c-i alone for me is very coherent and doesn't come with a lot of mental insight but is certainly among my favs due to a good ratio of body load to effect. For me it really targets smell unlike anything I have ever tried. In the future I'll make sure to have lots of flowers and fragrant things to experiment with wheee ! <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 25837</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 5, 2003</td><td>Views: 12,666</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=25837&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=25837&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-I (172) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   This all happened about 7 years ago, but I still remember most of the night quite clearly. You see - I was sober at the time (ok, maybe a bit stoned - but I smoked every day so it was pretty much 'normal'), along with all my other trip-buddies. However - the psychedelic virgin of our bunch had decided to dose 4 hits of the white blotter we were always so able to acquire. <br> <br> I was in college, and it was my first year at Savannah College of Art and Design. I lived in a dorm room with about 6 other guys. I came to find out they all liked to eat as much acid as I did, and after about 2 weeks in school we already had a solid connection from a florida pipeline, about 2 people removed from the chemist. I was already somewhat of a LSD veteran by the time I got to college, averaging 6-8 blotters per weekly trip for the past few years before... and therefore I was able to really appreciate the STRENGTH and size of the white blotters we were getting at SCAD. We had tons of the stuff on hand, since there was about 5 of us tripping practically every few days. However one guy in our dormroom - we'll call him S - had never done LSD before coming to college, and after having a wacky but silent freakout on 1 of the doses we had given him a few weeks prior - he decides to go ahead and take 4 (against all of our admonitions, of course). <br> <br> So my roomies and I are sitting around the pad, chillin, watchin the tube, cooking, etc. etc. When all of a sudden S stumbles out into the room and starts looking around at everybody in a strange and lolling way, moving around to people and pawing at them slowly. I was the furthest from him, in a chair by the wall, trying to pay attention to some movie. But people on the couch started making exclamations like 'hey!' and 'what the fuck, dude!' and 'yo! get off me!' and jumping up to walk away. All of their migrations left S right in front of me, who smiled strangely and starting moving in as if to kiss me! Pause for a second here - because this was a MENS dorm, and everyone in the room was clearly heterosexual (except for maybe a different guy, who was out with some chicks that night) - so I knew that S was not gay, and even if he was, I was CERTAINLY not having any of it. <br> <br> So I got up from the chair snarling like an animal ready for blood, thinking that some show of primality might make it into his dazed brain... which it did, after a few moments. He slumped to the floor, amidst incredulous glares and continual 'what the fuck?!'s from all of us. At which point he pulled down his pants and began to wank - right there on the living room floor. Most of us were laughing our asses off in disgust, but someone managed to say 'you sick bastard! go to your room to do that shit! nasty!' etc. etc. <br> <br> S manages to realize he shouldnt be doing that, pulls up his pants and starts wandering into the back of the dormroom, mumbling things like 'I'll never get laid' and 'no one wants me' and 'Im not shit' etc. etc. At this point, I was beginning to see the gathering clouds of a full on freak out, and started following him around, trying to talk him down. I quickly saw that he would have none of it - repeating his mantras of 'I am nothing' 'NOTHING!!!!' and growing to heights of great emotional strain during each looping display. <br> <br> -------Intermission------- <br> Wouldnt it be a classic fate that the loudest, most drug addled room in the entire dorm building... was right next door to the faculty RA supervisor?? That would be a laugh, right! Kind of a bummer too, sometimes! Right? <br> --------------------------------- <br> <br> So at this point, having reduced everything to screams of 'NOTHING!!', S began to paw and beat at himself. I was becoming worried for the entire room, since S was screaming very loudly and our building's RA was just next door. (all of us had extensive amounts of contraband scattered in various 'hiding places') Being that he didnt appear to be in physical pain or distress, I decided to lock him in his room. I put on a Doors album (his favorite music, or so he said) at loud volume. I turned off the lights. <br> <br> For about 10 minutes, it seemed to work. Then, as all of us were chillin again in the main room, we started to hear S screaming at the absolute top of his lungs - continuously until he seemed out of breath - and then repeating, over and over and over. We all realized that this was definately no good, and some were ready to turn him over to the building supervisor right then. Instead, me and another guy decided to take another shot at calming him down. We walked into his room and were greeted by him standing there in (somehow?) classic psychotic pose, trembling and playing with his lips in a very disturbing and schizoid type of way. He was still screaming at the top of his lungs, but looking into his eyes I swear it almost seemed like he was enjoying his little roll in the mud. My roomie took a few steps towards him saying 'dude... are you okay??' But just as he got over to him, S opened his mouth and sort of projectile puked onto my roomies shoe. It was a strange scene... as he stopped trembling or moving at all... then made a short 'BLECH!'... and then went right back into his schizoid spasms. My roomie turned and walked out without another word - obviously completely fed up with S. <br> <br> At this point, with S continuing to scream as loud as humanly possible, the prospect of turning him over to the building supervisor in a pre-emptive strike seemed very appealing to most if not all of us in the dorm room. <br> After a short ordeal in which my roomies and I tried to act innocent amidst this horrible, satanic psychedelic overdose - the RA called the paramedics. They had to get the cops to help them drag S out of our room - still mumbling and playing with his lips, screaming and the whole nine yards. <br> <br> The next day, after coming back from my classes, I saw S at home, sitting in the chair. He was clearly pissed off, and clearly sober. He complained in his laboriously sinister humor about waking up in the hospital with a tube up his dick. He was still sore, and also seemed to be grudging the fact that we had turned him in. He was getting expelled from college. But - he remembered nothing of the previous night. He said he had blacked out early on and then refused to discuss the content of his dreamings by shrugging it off as 'stupid bullshit'. I let one of my other roomies tell him about the gay come on scene the night before. <br> <br> I wanted to share this scenario becuase I have seen it come about in many different shades, this being perhaps the worst I have seen. But the spiral into madness, toxic psychosis, and pure schizophrenic dissociation REQUIRES YOUR MIND. The drug is only a tool, an intermediary or diplomat if you will. Your mind is what does the tripping. Your mind manifests the state - not the drug. In the world of psychedelic exploration, MANY things are possible - and there are no boundaries of the experience that end in various chemical or plant designations. When you ingest any kind of psychedelic substance, you have passport to a very powerful realm. A realm to respected - as it is the foundation of life and death itself. Remember this and respect this realm, and it will become your teacher and protector. Forget this and disrespect this realm, and it could become your destroyer and purifier. <br> <br> Oh, and if its your second or third time tripping: TAKE A SMALL DOSE. <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: 25881</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 6, 2003</td><td>Views: 19,960</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=25881&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=25881&amp;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), Second Hand Report (42), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   For approximately two years, I had been studying the use of psychedelics. Surfing the Internet and reading various literatures on the subject. It was something that really intrigued me. Prior to this experience, I had been smoking loads of herb for about five years. I had also dabbled with a few other chemicals such as PCP, alcohol, and Nitrous Oxide. Eventually, psychedelics became a kind of obsession with me. <br> <br> My best friend, at the time, got his hands on some red gel-tabs and had a small trippin’ party. It was everyone’s first time. Later on, he gave me the low down on his experience that night. Apparently he didn’t have the best of times, but to me it sounded rather interesting. A few weeks passed, and then one day when I dropped by for a sack of herb he showed me the goods. It seemed he had gotten his hands on a half sheet of dark purple gel-tabs. I didn’t have much money at the time, so I only bought two hits. He knew how much I wanted to do this, so he gave me a warning to at least save them until I had somewhere to do them, other then my parent’s house. He even went as far as to tell me not to take them before I got back to my car either. Boy, did he know me all too well or what? The group of buddies I wanted to trip with were on vacation in Florida for the weekend. I decided I would hold off until they came back. <br> <br> Later on that night I was smoking the last of my herb when I sat down to admire my acid. Something I still do to this day, btw. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a small snip off of the corner of a gel-tab and eat it. What could happen? I wasn’t sure how I would react to a full gel-tab, so I figured I’d simply experiment with a small amount. From what I had read, I estimated a twenty-minute wait before the initial effects of the drug would kick in. An hour went buy and I felt nothing at all. I was a bit disappointed so I took the rest of the gel-tab. Waited 45 more minutes and still felt nothing at all! I was really bumming by this time. Could it be that I was burned on this deal? Some strange urge came over me, and I downed the other gel tab in hopes to feel some kind of a buzz. I sat back and began to listen to some music. Another hour went by, and I still did not feel a thing. Though, I noticed I was still buzzing pretty hard from the herb I smoked hours previous. That’s when it suddenly hit me. This whole time I had been gradually working my way up on the acid. This was no weed buzz! <br> <br> I began getting mild tracers and feeling rather jumpy and excited. Around this time, my girlfriend was getting home from work as well. I was waving my hands in front of me with a big hysterical grin plastered across my face. First thing my girlfriend asked was if I was trippin’ or something. I just looked at her with my grin and looked away. She began laughing and we talked for a short while before she finally went to bed. I was starting to get some wild visuals. I was sitting Indian style on my floor, near my wall, watching stand up comedy. All of the lights were off in the room. The walls looked as though millions of tiny creatures were swarming around them. An endless pit that was directly in front of my feet, leading under my TV stand, distracted me. This was so exciting! As I looked back to the wall, it was a new vision. The wall was now made up of some form of white liquid, slowly melting down to the floor. As I ran my fingers through the liquid, and endless array of ripples formed covering the wall, and then fading away. As hard as it was to pull myself away from this splendor, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. <br> <br> The tiles appeared as translucent covers for the body of water beneath my feet. Small fish, octopuses, and other sea life were swimming beneath the tiles. There were two throw rugs dancing about the floor. As I gazed into the mirror at my reflection, I saw a huge Kool-Aid smile on my face. Eventually, I made my way back to my room and resumed admiring the visuals from my desk chair. My carpeted floor was now a solid concrete covered in horrible insects trying to get me in my chair. Around this time my son woke up and my girlfriend asked me to get him a bottle from downstairs. I walked through the infested flooring and made my way down my steps, to my living room. The only light that was turned on was a small flame light in the bottom of a lamp. The house was pitch black, with an evil looking design illuminating across the ceiling from the lamp. As I made my way thought the room, I felt as though there was something following me. I could sense it was there and visualize it in my head, though I didn’t turn around to look. <br> <br> I went on about my business and made my way to the kitchen. After preparing a bottle, I stopped off in the dark living room. My eyes were more adjusted to the darkness now, so I explored for a bit, stopping off at an old mirror hanging on the wall. I made goofy faces in the mirror and played around a bit before turning around to head back upstairs. When I turned and walked away, my reflection did not. It simply stayed staring back at me. This really freaked me out, so I ran upstairs and gave the bottle to my kid. I was still having a blast. I lay in bed for a while and admired the visuals all around me. Eventually I fell asleep to awake a new person. <br> <br> This was one of the greatest experiences of my life, and I am grateful to have been able to experience it the way I have. What I learned from this experience was that trippin’ was nothing like how I imagined it would be, but it was so much then I had ever hoped for! <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: 7821</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,704</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7821&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7821&amp;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), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   It was about 2 months ago. I had just recently bought a vial of acid. Having only a small portion left, me and my friend J decided to take the rest of it. My vial was in a small sweet breath bottle. I dropped 2 hits on J's tounge. Then I went to drop it on my tounge and nothing but air came out. I was extremely pissed at this point. I knew my friend was to soon be tripping and I was going to be able to enjoy it with him. I knew there had to be some acid still on the tip of the bottle. So, I licked all around it and immediately tasted the acid. I put the tip of the vial up to my mouth. I sucked in while squeezing the bottle. What ever acid remained in the vial was now in my mouth. I could taste it! <br> <br> Me and J rolled up a blunt and started to smoke, waiting for our trips to kick in. I started to feel the 'butterflies' within about 10 minutes of my dose. I knew I was about to be FUCKED up!!! I asked J if he was feeling anything yet. He said no. The butterflies got stronger and stronger. I knew that this was going to be CRAZY! I knew this trip was about to blow my mind. <br> <br> Now, I was starting to get a little scared at this point. This was the 5th weekend in a row that I had tripped. I was kind of shady about doing it in the first place. I was getting the feeling like I was going to flip out. This made me even more nervous about the upcoming trip. All I could think about was that I was going to go crazy. After all, who knows how many hits I took. I thought I took too much. I have never felt butterflies like that before. <br> <br> All I could do was stare at the floor while this amazing feeling crept up my body. J noticed I was acting a little weird and asked if I was ok. I said yes, I'm just feeling the acid start to kick it. He said ok and held out his arm to pass the blunt to me. Just as I put my hand out to grab the blunt from him, his arm started melting. It looked like hot candle wax, just dripping onto the floor. Pretty soon his whole body melted and was soaked up into the carpet. I was like WHAT THE FUCK!! I could hear his voice asking me if I was ok. I knew it was just a hallucination so I closed my eyes to get back to reality. I opened my eyes once again and it was 10 times worse. All I saw was white. I was in a completely white room. ALONE!!! All that was in there was me and the couch I was sitting on. It was like in the Matrix when Morpheus brings Neo into the computer and they are in the white room. I can still hear J talking to me. I look straight ahead and I see a tiny white light. All of the sudden it just gets bigger and bigger. Then it shoots out at me. Just like in the Matrix when all the gun racks shoot out at Neo in the white room. I felt a thump on my chest and I was back in reality. <br> <br> Reality was much more different than what it should be. When I came out of my trance I was tripping nutz. Everything was moving, waving, and jumping around. I felt like I was in a cartoon. I was tripping so bad my stomach started to hurt. I felt like I was going to throw up. I went and sat by the toilet then realized I wasn't going to throw up. My stomach was growling cause I hadn't eaten all day. <br> <br> So, me and J went into the kitchen to cook some food. At this moment he wasn't tripping yet. He told me he was going to eat a left over steak and I could eat whatever I could find. I decided I wanted some hot dogs. He heated me up two. When they were done we realized he was out of buns. I had to make use of what we had. I was so fucked up I took tortillas, spread ketchup all over them and rolled the hot dogs in them. About half way through this crazed idea J had started to trip himself. So, we were both really fucked up. He had a nice steak and I had hot dogs wrapped in tortillas. I looked and my creation and looked at J and said 'what have I done?' He looked at me and just laughed. <br> <br> We went into his room because DragonBall Z was about to come on. We figured it would be the perfect thing to watch while tripping. Believe me, IT WAS!!! The fast motions, bright colors, and intense fighting scenes put us in complete euphoria. It looked like the whole TV was shaking. I saw the fighters jump out of the screen and practically onto the bed. It looked like minature men where fighting on my lap. It was crazy! <br> <br> After DBZ me and J went to smoke another blunt. Then we realized we were both tripping way too hard to even begin to roll a blunt. So, we called some homies of ours to come over so they could do it. They show up about 30 minutes later. They roll up a blunt and we smoked it. Then we got our friend D to lick the inside of the vial. This was his first time to trip and it was great to see him that fucked up. He was running around like most first timers do. Amazed at what he was seeing. <br> <br> Me and J walked into the garage and found a big bottle of fruit bunch that said 100% vitamin C on it. We had heard that vitamin C increases your trip so we proceeded to drink it. It did increase my trip pretty well. We went outside and everything was wavy. The trees looked like kaleidescope images. I looked at his porch lights and saw rainbow colored streams shooting out at me. The feeling was incredible. I was in such a euphoria. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. I was truely in a perfect world. Surrounded by good friends with a great feeling. I was in a totally different world. <br> <br> Although I don't know how many hits I took it must have been around 7 at least. This was some dank acid too. Really good shit. I could tell right away. Well, that's my story. Be safe and have fun. <br> <br> Happy Trippin &amp; Peace! <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: 7824</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 12, 2003</td><td>Views: 11,589</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7824&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7824&amp;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)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</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="/chemicals/amphetamines/">Amphetamines</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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:59</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">70 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Pre-Babble: This was to be one of many experiences with LSD, the first being 6 months beforehand, at the age of 15. This particular story I choose to dwell upon as I felt it left numerous festering loose-ends in the intricate channelling of my brain. Since being noted 14 I’ve been smoking the greenery consistently and have downed various substances (Ketamine, Noss, Meth): I know the density of emotion/vacancy that drugs tend to evoke and am therefore less susceptible to fabricated paranoia etc – which relates to the below tale as it was composed mostly of fear and negativity. <br> <br> The Acid: acquired from a friend of a friend, around 30 tabs, apparantly ‘White Fluff’, Doubly dipped etc. Imprinted on each tab was a voluptuous set of lips, with an out-poked tongue. <br> <br> No intentional preparation although I hadn’t eaten that day <br> <br> 9:00 pm - 4 blotter tab orally <br> <br> 9:30 pm - Dexedrine orally (unknown amount nor how I got it) <br> <br> 9:30 to 10:00 – 6 pack of ale/J worth of Greens <br> <br> Tale: A few mates and myself set off for a party in a neighbouring suburb. I didn’t intend to take acid on the night as I’d downed too many in local times, and I could feel the fry seeping into my frontal lobe, if you take my meaning. 9:00 pm fell from the sky, (we’d arrived at the party half hour before, socialised etc ) and sure enough my mate suggests we “perpetuate this night” -with his impeccable insight into this language of ours- so we both took 4 tabs each. After an unknown hiatus of Absent-mindedly strolling around the perimeters I start to notice the preliminaries: speedy heart, rushing senses, physically uplifting electrics, confused visuals. Alls well at this point, I’m contented roaching, drinking a fine ale and conducting anthropology. My mate catches up with me, informs me of; chronological presence, him being off his nut, the novelty of drunken behaviour. Herein I must of fallen deeply into intoxicated limbo, as I only recall events in an incoherent fashion with no indentifiable connective string. <br> <br> I remember ingesting some amount of Dexedrine, which is thoroughly baffling as to how I came across. I recall working myself into a frenzy - induced by some trivial train of thought – and running into the ‘ fading eye’, which, in common reality, translated as a passing bus. Next thing I’m sitting at a bus stop profusely bleeding from the cranium, my brain spiralling at light speed, analysing the scenery in a blandly cynical manner; “fucking bobbing houses inhabited by pointlessly productive 9-5 citizens, thoroughly enlightened watching the idiot-box….uni-directional stimuli…motivated by food” etc. I must of become bored with myself and the clinical taste now becoming apparent in my mouth as I decided to walk back to the party, not as if I had any sense of geometry or spatial perception for that matter. <br> <br> Anyhow, I managed to arrive back to the now densely populated party, where someone must have noticed me and attended my wound as the bleeding seemed to have stopped with the application of a bandage whence next my memory shot into my current consciousness. The night waned and I remember being in different rooms greeted by blotted masses of black and blue visualisations which I didn’t find disturbing although now I do. I seemingly possessed an ability to make objects transparent, which I found aesthetically pleasing. Retrospectively, most of my visuals/thoughts/sensations were of a negative nature, which seemed to be what my seat of consciousness was solely composed of on that occasion. Which, I might add, is not my true self as I tend to be a light-hearted, mellow ‘strawberry field’ fellow with no interest in the ‘ill’. We, w being I and the e being my mate, left at around 2:00 for my mate’s house. I told him of my goings-on, and vice versa, mutually still tripping it was permissible to converse our then epic revelations etc. <br> <br> We arrived at the destination around 2:30, half way through the 5th hour of the trip. I was starting to come down at that stage or grow more numb as I like to say and just did. My mate just wanted to chillout with music and his “tranquil state”. I on the other hand, was in a deep struggle with my brain for some sense of mellowness, which since following the ‘fading eye’ I’d been at a loss to find. It was at this point that I regained my connection with my eyes I suppose, and I started to create evil, blackened images around the room. Even though I was sliding off the timeless merry-go-round LSD provides, I was still aware of intense visual distortion. My vision then suddenly felt as if it were splintering into a numberless amount of different dimensions, or states of consciousness. <br> <br> Then, like a picture forming, my immediate view began to transmogrify into a thousand interlacing eyes peering intently with their piercing pupils upon my retarded, simplistic insignificant self. At this I stood and stared, with glazed eyes as my mate informed me later, trying to comprehend the meaning behind such a depiction, whilst I felt a flurry of emotion engulf my soul from interest to apathy, curiousity to fear as if each had no reasoning nor meaning behind, just a different aspect of constant motion. At fear, unfortunately, I lost myself to and all that it entails followed. As fear is one of the most integral, primal emotions or reaction that any intelligeable being posseses, its easy to lose ones self to such and when it is a result of some vision or something that is not an immediate threat to mortality, like the fear of death or whatever, flowing emotion is rendered perishable or susceptible to all things ill. <br> <br> If all that shit made sense to you, the reader, then you can understand how I was frozen, laying on the floor with my left eye folding into my right, cross-eyed, perplexed, rendered utterly useless. Eventually I guess I passed out or something but I woke the next day feeling so fucked up and I found it hard to think, with an overwhelming feeling that I had done myself some permanent damage, which will perpetually reside in my subconscious, in other words, not easy to explain. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 26596</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 8,951</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=26596&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=26596&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">30 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/zolpidem/">Pharms - Zolpidem</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">1.75 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </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>   The experience that I am about to explain happened almost 2 years ago. My neighbor, who was my age at the time (17) used to give me 10mg Ambien pills for free. Apparently her mother had a script, but didn't take them. Well I had three at my disposal one night and had done some meth earlier in the day so was having difficulting even attempting to sleep (Time-1:20 a.m.). I figured I would take all three for a total of 30 mg, which I thought for sure would put me to sleep having been experienced with this drug previously. Well I was wrong, and I shouldn't have been so stupid since I knew that anything more than 20 mg for me comes with the possibility of 'blacking out'. By this I mean severe amnesia in which I cannot remember anything that has happened for many hours. <br> <br> The last time I remember that night is 1:30 a.m. After that it seemed I was instantly fast forwarded to morning and as i 'wake up' I find myself standing on a hillside not far from my house at 6:30 in the morning, smoking a cigarette, and tripping very hard (I also had some potent geltabs of acid stashed away too). I had not intended on taking any doses that night and wasn't even aware that I had until my ambien amnesia wore off. Now at the time I had a ten strip of acid and I started flipping out because I had no idea how much I took or at what time I took it, plus I had lost the rest of the acid (or took it all). I later found the cellophane they were in, it was at the bottom of the middle console in my car and the plastic was ripped like an animal had gotten to it. I was relieved to find I only took 1.75 hits, Which is strange dose, but i figure I was too out of my head to properly cut even doses. The trip was not at all pleasant, not because I freaked out or anything, but because i had no intentions of tripping, especially not on a work morning. I didn't even go into work and the trip finally subsided around 12:30 p.m. <br> <br> The reason I decided to write this report is to warn others how powerful ambien can be. I actually dosed myself, which i kinda think is funny now, but at the time I hated everything about it, especially being at my house with my parents home (not good) so early in the morning....I am very surprised they didn't notice something was up. Anyway that's about it...just remember ambien is a very strong drug not to be taken lightly (I have boycotted the substance ever since) and LSD too, is a very strong drug that is not so fun when taken at unappropriate times and unintentionally. Hopefully this report may prevent a similar instance for someone else, because I think my situation had the potential to be very very dangerous in perhaps different circumstances <br> PeAcE****************************** <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: 24751</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 41,456</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24751&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24751&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Zolpidem (143) : Alone (16), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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">85 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I'm writing this report to make aware to people who are considering taking acid or have experimented with acid before to remember one very important thing, all acid comes in different strengths that can only be known after taking the drug. Unlike a bottle of scotch which has the alcohol content on the side of the bottle, acid comes in many different strengths. <br> <br> I had experimented a few times with acid and had only mild visuals that lasted for a couple of hours. I remember the first one which was a blotter and had a picture of a key with wings on it. I had a couple of other different ones with little effect and pretty much thought that I was a seasoned tripper who could take any tab of acid and be alright. Thats until I had my 6th trip. <br> <br> It was a friday night and me and my friend, lets call him G, had decided to go and buy some acid from a guy we had met a couple of times at local death metal concerts we used to frequent. This guy used to scare the shit out of me, he had a massive inverted cross tattooed on his back along with other scary tats and scars from self mutilation all over his arms. We paid him only half the price we had paid for acid we had purchased previously from other people and I was a little sceptical. The acid he gave us was a blank blotter which he reffered to as a 'White Tile'. I thought sure mate you probibly cut it from note paper about ten minutes ago, but I wasn't going to argue with him. <br> <br> So anyway, me and G got back into our car and dropped the acid, roughly 8 pm at night, and drove back to his place. We sat down in his room and played some music for a bit waiting for the effects to kick in, the whole time which I spent complaining about how I thought we got ripped off. After 30 mins had passed nothing. So I suggested we smoke some skunkweed I had to help bring on the effects. Whilst on my second joint the trip kicked in. The first thing I can remember is that it felt like one second I wasn't tripping and then the next second I was tripping stronger then I had previuosly before. It was really funny at first because me and G both started tripping at the same time. We decided to walk to another friends house about 3 kilometers away. Whilst walking there the entire time the trip was getting stronger. I would stare at parked cars and see them breathing in and out. Looking at my friend it seemed that his shaved head had now grown dreadlocks and all the trees had faces which were all looking at me. <br> <br> I told my friend what I was seeing and we both laughed about it, he told me that my face looked pale green and that I had fangs and large weeping sores all over it. By the time we got to our friends house I was tripping harder then ever. <br> <br> We sat in a small shed, lets call our other friend D, had in his backyard. We used to sit out there so his parents wouldn't bother us. It had three chairs around a small table covered in grafiti with a bucket of water on it which we used to smoke marijuana from using a cut coca cola bottle. G pulled out his weed and started to smoke some while I stared at the table, I was mesmarised by it, I could see faces which seemed to be only inches from my face smiling at me then withdrawing back to the table only to come back at me. I looked up at G at this point, roughly 11pm, and told him I was fucked up and tripping too hard. He offered me some weed and I said noway, in fact I decided to give my remaining skunkweed to D because I said I would never smoke it again (this turned out to be an acid induced lie). My visuals were overwelming, I found it hard to look at people because of the shit that I was seeing. And I had this overwelming thought that the shed I was sitting in was a small shed in the middle of a vast shanty town on which leaving the shed would mean that I was lost in a labyrinth of slums. <br> <br> G and D eventually convinced me that I would be alright and we left his house to go to the local 24 hour shop to buy some munchies. When I was walking in I couldn't stop looking at things. Everything was swirling and melting into each other then going back to normal then melting again. At one point the man behind the counter came up too me and asked me if I could close the door to the fridge which had the coca cola in it because I was standing there looking at it with the door open for about 15 minutes. This seemed like only a minute or so. I eventually grabbed a snickers bar and a coke and went to the counter. All I could do was stare at the man, because he was staring at me. It felt like I was staring at him for about 5 minutes or so before I reached into my pocket and grabbed a ten dollar note out which I promptly spent another 5 minutes staring at. I'm not actually sure if this was the actual time spent but my time perception was completely out the door. <br> <br> I eventually gave the man the money and walked out without waiting to receive the change and met D and G outside. They spent the next couple of minutes laughing at me because I was so wasted, which I had a little laugh at too. <br> <br> I think the the trip was still kicking in because things started to get even more different. I became aware of how unbeleivably small I was in the universe and felt a depression coming on due to the fact of how insignificant I was. I could feel the valves in my arteries opening and closing, and could feel the blood circulating through my whole body. I was able to look down at my chin which appeared to be stretched down to my waist, and was able to run my hand down it. I found at this point I was grinding my teeth alot and clenching my fists so hard that all the blood seemed to be squeezed out of them. At this point I wanted to go home. I threw my unopened chocolate bar and can of coke away because I didn't know what to do with them and started walking home with G. I remember walking past traffic lights which would change colour and give the entire night sky the same colour. <br> <br> By now it was about 2am. I got home and decided to sit and watch a little tv. I was all alone because my mother was out and felt shit scared something was going to happen to me. Everything was still spinning and there was a small green dragon next to the tv which wouldn't let me past to get to my room, so I thought I would wait on the couch until either it went away or the acid wore off. This is the time when my mother came walking through the door (I hadn't heard her car pull into the driveway), she asked me how I was and how my night was which I remember replying by saying with my eyes extremely wide open 'fine, just fine....I'm off to bed now, goodbye'. I remember her looking at me with this weird look, you know the 'what the hell is this guy on' look. Lucky for me she didn't follow to investigate. I pretty much spent the rest of the night lying in bed unable to sleep staring at a poster of a band called Obituary. The band members faces would come out of the poster to me and stare at me, which scared me alot, so I closed my eyes and could see a myriad of shapes and colours swirling into uniform patterns shapeshifting into different shapes marching accross my mind and could here a bubbling sound which I was convinced was my brain desolving in my skull......pretty cool huh? <br> <br> At about 7 am I was able to sleep. I awoke at about 9am in a sort of dopey hangover zombie like state. My brother drove us to McDonalds to get a burger and on the way back was nearly in a serious car accident, I remember the car skidding for about 10 metres at which I put the burger up to my mouth and had a bite, the car kept skidding and narrowly missed and oncoming car which was at that point I thought 'holy fuck what just happened', Needless to say by brain wasn't quite all there yet. <br> <br> From that experience I pretty much learnt that It was a huge risk taking the drug. I thought it was going to be a walk in the park but it turned out to be a ride to hell and back. I think that I couldn't have got through the night without my friends being with me and I would never take LSD again without someone with me to help lookout for me. <br> <br> So you want to know if I have ever done LSD again? yes, several times, but always with a trusted friend with me. I beleive that LSD opens up a part of your mind that allows you to see things new and unseen, much like a small child wondering and amazed at seeing something he or she has never seen before. <br> <br> Goodluck. <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: 24193</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2003</td><td>Views: 13,382</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24193&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24193&amp;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), Entities / Beings (37), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   It was my 18th birthday, I was not planning on tripping or doing anything besides smoking a few buds and going to my kegger. My friends had set up a party for me about a half an hour from the town we live in, in a very small town I had hardly ever been to, in a house I had never been to. We were just getting ready to roll on out when I decided to stop by one of my friends houses to make sure she was still coming to my party and see if she needed a ride. when I walked in her house she was just hanging up the phone and she turned to me and said 'guess what birthday boy, some dose just rolled into town!' Well I had thought acid was my all time favorite drug, I had tripped about eight of nine times before and thought I had this tripping thing down, I was wrong. <br> <br> Let me tell you something really fast, in my town, 5000 people 60 miles away from any other 'populated' town, you get a pretty good idea of anything that comes around, what I mean by that is the speed, coke, weed, and acid are almost always the same quality as the last time give or take a little bit. The acid that came to town went like this: 1 hit= body high, 2 hits= mild trip, 3 hits= heavy trip and 4 hits= not fun anymore. This is how it had been for years, this is the way it is now. But on that fateful day, the exception that proved the rule came into play. <br> <br> I went to the dealer's house and he knew me pretty good, everyone knows everyone in a town of 5000. He had heard it was my birthday so he dumped out about 30 or 40 dark brown geltabs sifted threw them and pulled out one of the biggest in the group for a birthday hit. I thanked him and started to leave then thought, I didnt want to do this by myself so I bought two more to share with a few choice friends. I gave one hit to the girl that told me it was in town, now let me tell you now, she would always write me poems and shit about how much fun we had tripping together and how we were tripping partners and shit, the other I gave to me best friend that was a real straight shooter, smoked pot a few times, but never really got into the drug scene. He was one of those guys that everyone would see us and wonder how someone that was such a straight guy could be best bros with such a druggie. Well me and my buddy took our hits about 15 minutes before we left town and I gave the other hit to the girl when we were leaving. <br> <br> Most acid usually takes about 45 minutes to start getting the 'acid jitters' then I'm tripping an hour after dosing. We got the jitters and the 'seeing the glue behind the wall paper' type feelings when we were leaving, 15 minutes after dosing, that’s when I knew something was wrong, after all, we only took 1 hit. By the time we were pulling into the town of my party, 45 minutes after dosing, my friend kept saying there was no roof on the car. Sure enough I looked up and I saw the roof ripping away molocule by molocule, I could see the stars outside and feel and hear the wind blowing like crazy, I looked over to my side and the entire side of the car ripped away in the same way as the roof, I could ACTUALLY SEE the plants alongside the road and the pavement we were driving over! Keep in mind this is when most acid would normally just be taking effect. <br> <br> Well we got to the party and all my friends were there, I walked in and looked at one of my buddy’s sitting on a chair with ty-dyed flowers sprouting out of the walls and chair he was sitting on, then I looked at him and his face morphed onto an evil looking frog. By now things were getting insane. I tried to calm myself and sit down for awhile, that’s when I looked into the kitchen and saw a very cool tile pattern layed into the floor. Now this was a real pattern, it was all kinds of squares, rectangles, triangles, octagons, of all different color. I was looking at this when I noticed my heartbeat, then I saw that with every beat, a wave went out from my body and hit this pattern and blew all the little tiles up into the air, flipping all over the place, then falling back into position, this went along the intire length of the pattern, in one wave after another. That was the last good feeling I felt for almost 4 months. <br> <br> Now here is where my story will stop going in a line and just go from one weird thing to another, sorry for this, but I had thousands of thoughts ripping through my mind at the same time and I cannot tell you exactly what all happened in the right order. <br> <br> I remember looking into a part of the house that was not completely finished it had plywood against the walls, ceiling and floor. I made the mistake of stumbling into this room... I thought I was in a stall of some sort, I found the door and escaped but it was to late, the stall was already in my mind, buried for the moment, but soon to come rising up with a horrible vengance. I went and sat on the couch, and that’s when I started noticing that my friends kept doing the same thing over and over again. I mean they kept doing the SAME thing! I knew what they would do before they did it. And I started to become convinced that they were all trying to brainwash me except my buddy who dosed with me... Wait a sec, my buddy.. he's in trouble! I knew this, I had forgot all about him since we got to the house, then I went on a frantic hunt to find him. Find him I did, the guy I was responsible for, I gave him the drugs, he never tried anything like this before. He was curled up in the corner of a dark, dirty room with no furniture in it, he had his coat hood pulled up around his head and he was just layeing there in the fetal position, shaking and crying like a child. <br> <br> I went to find the girl I had givein the dose to, and she did the worse thing she could ever do to a person. She looked me right in the eye and said 'I'm not tripping, I dont know why' this was when I was trying to gain a little sanity and my buddy was reliving some childhood trauma, and this girl was saying the acid wasn’t any good. Turns out she had just got a new jealous boyfriend that she didn’t want to do drugs without so she hadn’t taken the hit and had saved it for him. I hate her. I lost my friend again and went into the trip deeper than I ever thought possible. I remember seeing a sentance floating in the air in front of me, I would read it but the end of the sentance was just the begining again, but I couldnt catch on, I just kept reading it faster and faster until it was a whirl of white letters in the air that sucked my mind into a very very very scary trip. I thought that I was stuck in a joke, the joke had 4 parts to it but the end was just the start again, and I relived the joke hundreds of times, just barely catching it at the start, but not knowing if me catching it was part of the cycle. I felt like it was some sort of sick sitcom for a higher being, that I had no control over, and I was never suppose to find out about. <br> <br> Now this got to a point where my mind could no longer stand the pure terror I was going threw, all of a sudden my mind was sucked out of the joke and I could watch it from a distance. It was total blackness except for something that looked like one of those 'shoe box managers' or little set ups you had to build in grade school, but each side of the box had a different part of the joke in it. I watched this for a few minutes until I lost all idea of where I was, it was like I fell out of the joke and stayed there, outside, watching it for a few minutes, then I fell. <br> <br> …When I snapped out of it I was in a huge line of people in a whirl-like pattern. Everyone was walking towards the center of it, towards a black hole, with mindless looks on their faces; and I knew it was the souls of everyone on Earth here, shoulder to shoulder, line after line. When the people got to the center and stepped into the hole they would fall out of the hole at the end of the line and start the walk again! I remember stepping right up to the hole, then getting a notion of what was happening and freaking out! I pushed my way through about 5 of these mindless people before the “system” got me again and I had to resume walking with no choice; but I was out of place in line, and in return, I knew I had lost my place in life. <br> <br> This is the worst part of it all. Do you remember when I was talking about the stall? Well I was still completely gone from reality and I saw myself turn into a cartoon. I watched cartoon trees grow up out of nowhere in a very dark carton forest. I knew something was in the darkness and soon I found out what.. the trees grew up one after another until they formed a wall the same color of the plywood, the same color as the stall, then the stall turned into a maze and I know this sounds so fucked up but it is the gods honest truth, I felt myself turning into a deer, I felt hair growing out of my face and my face growing longer, then I could feel my mind reverting back into some VERY primal state. Now as if being a little baby deer in a maze wasnt bad enough, I knew there was something in there with me, hunting me. Soon it found me, it was a GIANT cartoon buck, but it had human eyes and looked more like one of those christmas animation shows they use to show on FOX in the late eightys. (stop laughing, it was fucking scary) To tell you the truth, I dont know how I got out of that. <br> <br> Finally I pulled myself together, only because I knew my friend needed help, if I hadnt been there for him, I dont know if I would have ever got out of that trip. I managed to find him after we started coming down, but we were still REALLY fucking high, we walked outside and both said we had to get out of this house, both of us could feel a VERY evil presence in the center core of that old home. My friend looked up at a tree and pointed to it noshalantly and said, hey, it's spinning. I looked up and the tree turned into like dandyline branches spinning like there was no tommorow. I found out that the acid I took made many other people go crazy, the guys that had the stuff destroyed a house they were at and flushed all there shit down the toilet. I also found out that the 'one hit' I took turned out to be more like 15 hits. Well I'm about tired of writing this now so I will try to sum it up. <br> <br> I couldnt smoke pot anymore because every time I did I got sucked back into this trip, and this was a MAJOR lifestyle change because smoke pot was all I did for about 6 years. <br> <br> After this trip I was really going crazy, I had to quit my job because I was convinced there was someone behind the wall watching everything I did, just to make sure I didnt let on to their secret, finally after about 4 months of getting worse and worse, I pulled together four of my best friends and asked for there help, we went and bought some really pure LSD went to a place we all knew and felt good at, and we reprogrammed my mind, this was with my buddy that I got into that situation. Things weren’t better the next day but instead of slowly getting worse every day, they started getting better every day. Exactly one year to the day of that trip I woke up in my bed in a cold sweat and everything was flashing brown and black, then I layed back and I could feel something draining out of me, I smiled to myself and said out loud, it's over, then fell right back to sleep. I have had a few bad things since then but only when I beg for them, like getting spun out for 3 days then drinking and smoking dope, even then it is just very mild flachbacks that I can control. <br> <br> So thats my story, I hope someone learns something from it. <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: 18029</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 5, 2003</td><td>Views: 8,642</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=18029&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=18029&amp;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), Post Trip Problems (8), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/5meo_dipt/">5-MeO-DiPT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 13:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1200 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/gabapentin/">Pharms - Gabapentin</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 20:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">800 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/gabapentin/">Pharms - Gabapentin</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">500 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/dmae/">DMAE</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">800 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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 22:39</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </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>   9:30pm: 2 microdots LSD <br> 12:00am: 8mg 5-MeO-DIPT <br> 3:00am: 100mg MDMA <br> 10:30am: 1200mg Neurontin <br> 5:00pm: 800mg Neurontin + 500mg Centrophenoxine + 800mg Piracetam <br> 7:00pm: 2 oz Alcohol <br> <br> At 9:30, microdots are swallowed. My friend H and I depart for a psytrance party at 10, arriving at 10:30 and the place is still fairly empty. We have our wristbands, so we decide to go and join our friends T and J at a local pub. H ingests two microdots as well at this point. We have a beer and socialize for awhile, returning to the party by 11:30. <br> <br> Walking back I was starting to feel the effects, but they are mild with no strong push. At midnight, I swallow some Foxy in order to bend the effects a bit to suit the atmosphere. This is a combination I had tried the previous weekend to good effect as well. H begins to feel the acid, but isn't having a great time, he decides to walk home. I stay, and enjoy myself. Around 1:30 my friends M and K show up, M is rolling pretty hard already and is having trouble with the environment. They ultimately decide to leave and invite me to join them. After leaving, I stop and swallow a roll to bring myself onto a more compatible plane with M and other folks I'm going to be hanging out with shortly who had dosed similarly. <br> <br> 3:50am - I feel the roll and all components come together in a confluence that I have to describe as simply magical. Sharp mind, with tactileness and no sense of overload at all, I'm loving this. We are chilling and listening to music at this point, then we go downstairs to socialize with some of the other folks at the house. They are watching TV, but ultimately we all decide we prefer quiet, and we just talk and hang out together for several hours. <br> <br> Around 5 or 6am (lost track of exact time), I have some nausea. I manage to keep it down by breathing and trying not to focus on it. I have to stop drinking water for awhile. Eventually it passes and I'm fine. <br> <br> M, K, G and I go over to M's place to have a lie down with a fire in the fireplace and chill some more. M and G decide to sleep around 7:30, but I'm still wide awake, as is K. About 9, K's trying to sleep, so I take a bus home, and pick up some breakfast at a nearby deli. Cheese and corned beef omelette, to go, and coffee, yum. I take some Neurontin to help myself sleep, GHB is not an option for me to sleep post-MDMA, and I recommend it never be done by anyone, based on negative experiences of myself and friends. <br> <br> Around 2pm, my phone rings, plans for dinner. Cool. I think about going back to bed. But damn, the Neurontin feels excellent, I don't want to sleep any more. I'm still kind of rolling. <br> <br> 5pm, more Neurontin, as the earlier dose has worn off and I like how it's been affecting me, and some Centrophenoxine and Piracetam are taken to help me stay alert for dinner and such. <br> <br> We go to the restaurant, and while we're waiting for the table, I have a rather large Jack Daniel's on the rocks. Nice topper. I'm practically vibrating with smooth creamy goodness. Not walking entirely straight, though. <br> <br> 10:30pm, I finally go to bed for real, still feeling nicely altered. Slept 12 hours. Woke up refreshed, no hangover, feel great. <br> <br> In summary: Don't do what I did, because it will make you THINK you're having a GREAT time, and really we all know that drugs are bad so it must be that you couldn't possibly be. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 22008</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 10, 2003</td><td>Views: 21,398</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=22008&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=22008&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 5-MeO-DiPT (57), MDMA (3), Piracetam (95) : Various (28), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I haven't experimented with LSD since I was 14 years old, now, ten years later I have reached a point in my life where I feel that am in an enlightened state. I recall the experiences I had when I was a teenager, and I felt that I could delve deeper into myself in a drug induced state. I recently read some articles written by doctors who had administered LSD to patients and my curiosity was piqued. I regularly do yoga and educate myself on the teachings of other individuals that are also enlightened. <br> <br> So, at home, by myself, I took one tab of LSD, several hours later I was feeling relaxed and had a sense of being high but not to the level that I wanted to be at, so I took a second tab. An hour later I felt high. I made myself comfortable in my bedroom and relaxed in my bed. I felt some tension in my muscles and decided to get some lotion and give myself a body rub, I started at my feet. As I was rubbing my hands and fingers became tired so I started using the backs of my hands, my wrists, forearms and elbows as I worked my way up my legs. <br> <br> Then, the weirdest sensations came over me. It is sort of difficult to explain. <br> <br> At first my legs didn't seem like mine, I could feel myself rubbing my legs but if I didn't concentrate on them they looked like someone elses. I also had the feeling of a mirror image as I sat with my legs straight out in front of me and rubbed with each hand on each leg from my knee down to my ankle. I rubbed with different parts of my hands and arms, I felt like I was stretching out my whole body. I was working in circular motions the whole time. It seemed like, for example; when I was using my elbows on my legs that the friction was giving my muscles more energy and I could focus that energy on different parts of my body, like my face, which would then become more sensitive. I would fan my fingers in front of my face as see/sense trails, like when you wave your fingers in front of a tv screen. I started rubbing my face lightly with my fingers then more deeply with my knuckles and the back of my hand. <br> <br> I closed my eyes and relaxed and let my hands do as they wished, I was struck with the vision of a child waking up and rubbing his eyes. Then the vision of being in darkness and rubbing my face, head and body without hands, like I was trying to wake my body up, to sensitize it. Or rather like my body was trying to wake my body up because at this point my body felt seperate from my mind, my mind was quiet. As I started thinking again about what my body was doing, I thought that if I was not a human (and the thought of a cellular organism came into my head) I would have worked myself into loops, with the circular motions, and infact I became comfortably twisted up, to where no part of my body could rub upon itself. I was quivering with the energy and I directed that energy to different parts of my body which became very sensitive. My mind took a sort of snapshot of the position I was in and it seemed that the position could be taken as a sexual position where I was bound up, but I had nothing binding me. It seemed as though all my body wanted was to energize itself but the mind could twist that fact into many different ideas. <br> <br> I relaxed and untwisted myself, with my eyes closed I could see one of those spiral shapes (I forget what they are called) which are very intricate and colorful. I had the feeling that the body would spiral upon itself, inwards or outwards, forever, but the fact that I have internal organs and muscle tightness, keeps it from doing so. <br> <br> Also I had a sense of knowing that the body likes to work, it likes to be touched, skin is your biggest organ and it likes to move. It's the mind that can keep it from doing so. I felt very comfortable, relaxed and beautiful throughout the whole session. I realized many things. After the massage I went to my piano and played for awhile. I could feel the vibration of the notes in different parts of my body, some parts ached while I played, so I did some yoga to strech myself out. <br> <br> All in all it was a very cool experience, I didn't hallucinate but saw wiggellies when I concentrated on looking at something. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 28471</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 17, 2003</td><td>Views: 11,746</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28471&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28471&amp;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), Yoga / Bodywork (202) : Alone (16), Glowing Experiences (4), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Once on an LSD trip I invented non-linear text that interconnected at multiple points. This was created on loose-leaf paper but it functioned exactly like standard hypertext. Keep in mind that this took place in 1992, the same year the World-Wide Web was released by CERN and HTML (Hyper Text Mark-up Language) was first put in place around the same time. But like most people, I was completely unaware that the internet (and HTML) existed. <br> <br> I was having a surge of revelations about metaphysical/psychological/natural/creative matters and was writing furiously. I soon realized that my thoughts could not be expressed from beginning to end. As I extrapolated on any given subject, I found myself underlining words and phrases (that I intended to elaborate upon on a different page) and placing symbols after them. This basically worked like footnotes, but I was using non-sequential symbols like *, @, #, $, %, etc. These symbols would prompt the reader (if he or she wished to read further about the underlined word or phrase) to go to the page with the corresponding symbol at the top. <br> <br> So I would write a page on body energy (for example) and would make a brief mention of the third eye. The Key Words “third eye” would be underlined and there was a symbol like * after it. You could continue to read bout body energy or find the page headed with * and read about the third eye. This page would of course contain many underlined words and phrases. Each page was connected to some or all of the other pages on many points. I was a little frustrated that I could not figure out any linear way to arrange these pages from beginning to end, or any order whatsoever. After sometime I put aside the pen and paper and indulged in other activities (music, art books, etc.) and continued to enjoy a mild LSD trip. <br> <br> The next day I again tried to put the pages in some sort of order. After some time I realized that this was impossible. I started hanging the pages from my ceiling using thread and tape. I placed them a few feet apart from each other and began to connect each underlined word or phrase with its respective page using lengths of thread and tape. Soon this became impossible to complete. My room was so full of criss-crossed threads that I could not crawl over, under or though them. It was like shoe-string Indra’s Net, a room-wide web of tape and thread. This project was abandoned for practical reasons and the pages given to various friends who were impressed (even if somewhat confused). <br> <br> It was not until this year that I suddenly realized that what I had made functioned as low-tech hypertext! <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1992</td><td width="90">ExpID: 28531</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, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,891</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28531&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28531&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Prior to April 09. I had never done a hallucinogen, and like many people I feared LSD. I had heard way to many stories...'I knew this guy who no this kid whose brother killed himself on it' you know those kinds of stories, and honestly believed in the fairy tale horrible experience that occurred on TV would occur in me. I was quite judging of the 'those' people who had tried Acid before. Overall I thought it was a sketchy Drug. <br> <br> The past couple of months I have gone in a separate direction with my life. I had been using more like abusing marijuana for 2 years now, and had barely gone a week without it. Which left me basically depressed as hell about life. So in about January I changed alot of things. My diet changed cut out soda...refined sugar...junk food basically I lived off of rice and vegetables. I ate some meat at least 3 times a weak though but very little. I also moved out of my house which was HELL on earth and in to a trailer filled with people who loved me and desperately wanted me to do well. <br> <br> So Ive spent since January extremely happy probably the happiest Ive been in years and living life for myself again. <br> <br> Ok so that’s just some background on my mental state. <br> <br> So it's a normal high school art room setting, I’m chillin working on a painting I turn to my favorite DD and ask him whats new on the scene he says 'acid’. I immediately shudder don't know what to say then it occurs to me, I NEED TO TRY THIS. <br> <br> So I buy my $10 TAB which I later find out is expensive for ACID and then take it around 2:15 pm. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone because of the stigma attached to it. So I felt fairly secretive about it. So her I am with a piece of aluminum foil in my hand with a tiny little piece of paper in it. <br> <br> (I FEEL RIPPED OFF) <br> <br> I was still a little scared/anxious about taking it but understood that I was about to embark on something that I couldn't change my mind on once I had started. I understood that it was extremely counterproductive to be worried about it so I just let go of that emotion and took the tab. <br> <br> I decided to document the trip in the form of a letter to my friend who was debating whether or not he wanted to try it. So here is the letter.... <br> <br> Dear P. <br> <br> I’m sorry I couldn't stick around long enough to wait for you to get out of Drivers Ed. I am writing you this because that seems to be what I feel like doing right now. Trow brought them to me wrapped in tin foil I almost threw it away , That's not funny though. but anyways....This feels so fuckin awsome. The past hour has been a euphoric roller coaster climb. I just keep getting happier and happier. Every time I talk to the parental unit I cant stop smiling, she probably knows something’s up but that’s ok. I’m not sketched out about her presence at all, it’s actually really comforting to know that she is there. <br> <br> 3:00pm The visuals haven't come yet but I suspect they are on there way. <br> <br> 5:30pm I have no idea why people make such a big deal out of this. As I see things not much has changed I'm just extremely happy right now that’s all. <br> <br> 5:44pm Everyone seems so fucking nice! Similar to when you're stoned like the 1st 15min of youre mourn high that’s what I've been feeling I just started to shake a little not violently but more like the shivering you get when you are cold. Right after I noticed the stove and floor blend into each other. Literally like in a blinder. The freaking TV is flickering not intensely but its flickering. <br> <br> 6:15pm Watching this war on TV is crazy. Iraq is a beautiful country. Its people are finally being liberated! Liberation to the Iraqi people what the fuck does that even mean. NO MORE SADDAM! I know what I feel right now doesn’t even compare to how happy those people are. Something tells me it wont last Long. <br> <br> 7:46pm I just ate dinner watched a funny ass commercial that I cracked up at forever. Finally shut the TV off. Trow was right about not watching T.V. as soon as I turned it off the visuals took a hold of me. This would definitely be better for me at least if I was smokin weed. I get intensely focused. Only when you are intensely focused does the acid start to take effect. Probably why for some this is not a good idea to do. Had I realized this hours ago my 'TRIP' I love saying that would be a lot different. So No Horror stories. This papers starting to move up and down like its breathing. It's not scary though because if I just look away it stops. HOLY SHIT the most intense hall. yet. The words on the paper started to move its doing it again. They move when I’m writing and focused. guess you would say this is not a bad trip at all. I’m sad that I waited so long before I understood how to see things. <br> <br> 8:11pm J.R. just called me. My favorite hippie. Normally I think bad news getting back into cahoots with him but fuck it. I miss that kid so much. Its not worth it for me to even fight it. THIS is not scary at all. Easily you can make yourself not 'tripped out' If I let my mind wander fore even a second things are back to norm again. Could this be A DANGEROUS side EFFECT? Alls I know is that I am going to stop fighting it before it wears off. T. be very glad I left the rest of the tabs in my locker otherwise I would have taken it by now. <br> <br> 8:18pm THE REALIZATIONS (1 HIT of ACID 4 Hours Into it) <br> <br> SHUT OFF THE TV WANT TO UNPLUG THE PHONE. I HAVE RULED OUT ALL THE POSSIBLE DISTRACTIONS they are nothing more than distractions. <br> <br> It is really easy to continue on with everyday activity almost easier than with WEED. The hallucinations take patience. In this fast paced world we live in where we want every fuckin' instantaneously acid's hallucinations do NOT configure into that way of thinking. The more I look for them or rather don't look for them, depending on which way you would prefer to look at life. In the same instance I realize this I realize other things too. To much thinking. Pin can't write fast enough fuckit this is a pencil...Ahhh crazy now the pencil is moving fast enough so that I dont have to slow down my thinking. Lights are flickering in the background my eyes seem to never catch it though its just background junk. Think I am going to go outside. <br> <br> (I wrote little side notes to myself so on the letter there are little purple sticky notes attached to certain places where I was having thoughts on top of thoughts.) <br> <br> 8:40pm I was out outside gazing up at the clouds pass the moon. Just as the trees started to open up and magnify the moonlight. I was rudely interrupted by the fuckin telephone. I ask myself why I am sitting here writing this in the dark, there is just enough light now for me to see that that I am not writing on top of words. Words on top of words would look pretty messed up. Even worse illegible which would defeat the purpose of me writing this to you. The paper shifts, the pen is writing what I am thinking I am not. The rearrangement of the words on this paper is interesting. REAL or NOT REAL? TO BE OR NOT TO BE? THAT BY GEORGE IS THE QUESTION. <br> <br> If I had some weed right now I would be experiencing things alot differently. Why is it that I continue to want more out of these things. If I have learned anything it's that trips are what you make of them. If you stop fighting it which I have been for fear that this might turn into something BAD. (a prejudgment I had in my mind about ACID) If I could just free my mind. <br> <br> * Ones hallucinations are just reality shifts. What’s real and what's not real are clearly balanced. The 2nd reality comes only when I stop fighting it.* <br> <br> THIS IS A HIGHLY BEARABLE SENSE OF BEING. <br> <br> I know that while I am writing this I am missing out on some HALL. the ones I am experiencing now. For instance my skin has continuously blended into my kitchen table, but only when I allow it to, I just watched the lines in the wood creep up my arm I became the table I had to look away and when I stopped looking it stopped. Brown skin brown table. Blending trying to become one again, out of fear I kept fighting it. <br> <br> * DO I HAVE A HOLD ON THIS ACID OR DOES THIS HAVE A HOLD ON ME?* <br> <br> A current has just taken over my floor and caused it to move like the ocean. I am desiring for it to consume me. I want it to in a sense CAPTURE ME. <br> <br> *I will miss this when its over. I am the ultimate escapist. Not only do I want to escape my reality as I know it but I want to get lost in it TO BE KIDNAPPED but it. WHY THE HELL DO PEOPLE SAY THIS IS SO DANGEROUS?* <br> <br> I HAVE CONTROL seemingly not what I wanted but its what I have. I’m thankful and unthankful at the same time. MY GLASS IS LITERALLY HALF EMPTY AND HALF FULL. <br> <br> My heart starts to pound I am clearly uncomfortable with this thought. Why? Am I yearning to be out of control ? I just had a scary thought while watching the floor move. Would I steal for this? Would I beg T? to let me take one more TAB in school tomorrow and promise to pay him back later, when I got the money? I HAVE FOUND MY CRACK. I have never heard of acid being highly addictive. I am sure there are dangers in doing this too much, but as far as I’m concerned this shit is not for everyone. (More For me that way HHAH)No but seriously there are alot of people I would not recommend this too. preferably people like myself with OBCUMP personalities. This is like nothing I have ever experienced before. IT IS NOT SCARY. Now I just want to do more. I just don’t want this experience to end. Which was basically me writing for hours. My pen keeps disappearing in and out of the paper its hard in the dark or in the little moonlight that I have to tell if I am even writing at all. <br> <br> <br> <br> Taking one HIT of ACiD was a good idea for the 1st time. It's just enough to allow you to make a decision about it. It's not to much so that I can't differentiate between the real and not real UNWILLINGLY &gt;. Its just enough to go in and out of my trip as I please. <br> <br> <br> <br> The bible was written by people who were absolutely fucked out of their minds, or they had these super human abilities to exist on different levels of reality. *NO WONDER PEOPLE THINK THEMSELVES TO BE GOD ON THIS STUFF, All you can relate to the experience is god or something unhuman unearthly, never before have I been able to think the thoughts I have had tonight or see the things that I see now GOD is a perfect explanation for it all. I guess things/ thoughts that seem worldly surpass what you thought you believed or is what you attribute to god or holyness whatever you want to call it. * ITS JUST ABOUT UNDERSTANDING* Whether or not your beliefs are the same as you thought them to be before you tried ACID, while you were on it and while you’re off it. Its just about trying to make sense out of life. <br> <br> That is what I am afraid of, but at the same time is the reason for me to even be doing this. I want my mind to be freed and for life to make some sense but it still not willing to embrace the change. Good or bad tripping on not its life. <br> <br> I NEED TO GO BACK OUTSIDE. NO MORE WRITING FOR NOW. <br> <br> 10:15pm Before I go out though I have to write down this thought. Will I believe the fairy tale acid stories of things jumping out at you and trying to eat you? I am not going to be impressed by them anymore. I have finally done what I SWORE TO GOD WHAT I SWORE TO MYSELF AND OTHERS I would never do. This 1st ACID trip was it just a cock tease? Am I to do this again or any type of hallucinogen. AM I being seriously mislead? IS THIS REALLY AS DANGEROUS AS PEOPLE (mainstream America) made it out to be. All I know is that I wouldn't recommend this to everyone? Small dose this isn't unsafe? Hell I didn’t even notice I was on it while watching TV but had I smoked the endless amounts of KB I want to or think I want to this might have turned out very differently. <br> <br> Now I am going to venture outside just me my puffy down jacket and my hacky sack. Playing hackysack underneath the moon and stars. <br> <br> 9:51 It no longer feels natural to write so much now SO I will stop. <br> <br> * THIS WAS A VERY GOOD THING FOR ME TO DO* <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23081</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 28, 2003</td><td>Views: 9,420</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=23081&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=23081&amp;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), Alone (16)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">2.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/alprazolam/">Pharms - Alprazolam</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <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>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 7:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 8:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.0 ml</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/14b/">1,4-Butanediol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.0 ml</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/14b/">1,4-Butanediol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 10:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.0 ml</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/14b/">1,4-Butanediol</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>   It started off a fun night. The night after thanksgiving, the day of 'unlearning' for my friends and I. We traditionally dosed on psychedellics on this long weekend as a sort of release from the monotony of work and school that never seems to end. <br> <br> Friday night, I took 2 1mg xanax pills just to ease myself off into the trip. About half an hour later, we dosed on the LSD, I took 3 hits. The night was fun and eventful. We talked for hours about the past, the future, our plans and our relationship with one another. But as the night drew on, and more LSD was consumed, I felt that I should bring my trip to a proper ending with the most powerful sedative I had, 1,4 butanediol. Normally, 2.5-3mls of this stuff will put you in a sleepy state. Being on LSD, I overcompensated, perhaps a little too much. I started off taking down 3mls in one gulp. After a little while, it began to work, but nothing too noticeable. So about half an hour later, I took another strong dose. An hour later, another, and then an hour and a half later, yet another. The last thing I remember was an extreme feeling of fatigue fall over me, and then sleep was upon me. <br> <br> I awoke in pain. I was fighting to get up and doctors and nurses held me down to a bed. They were sticking a catheter in me, and I had an IV in my arm. I had a breathing tube around my head and I was scared. I passed out again. I woke up later, and puked all over myself, the doctors turned me on my stomach, and again, I passed out. Finally, I woke up 8 hours after I had initially dosed, and found out what had happened. <br> <br> At around noon time, my girlfriend awoke to me choking on my own vomit. She said I kept tilting my head back and puking and I made this sick sort of gargling sound. If she hadn't called 911, I don't think I would be here writing this warning. GHB, GBL, 1,4 B, they're all very very dangerous. While they can be fun, they impair your judgement tremendously. And if you're reading this now and thinking, hah, what an idiot, that would never happen to me, think again, because I used to say that. I used to think I knew everything about drugs, and I would never OD and I would never get sick. Well, the only thing I know is that you never truly know with drugs, because once they are in you, they are in control. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 28853</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 3, 2003</td><td>Views: 29,922</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28853&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28853&amp;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), 1,4-Butanediol (51) : Hospital (36), Overdose (29), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   This happened awhile ago, I'd say in about the summer of 1998 or so. I was 22 and I'd just moved in with my boyfriend (now my husband), and his psycho little brother had moved out. So I was very relieved and happy (that the psycho was out of my immediate life). Our apartment was a crapheap, a former crackhouse, and they were remodeling it and the rest of the building for the entire year we lived there. But it was Sunday, and the workers claimed they'd have the day off. So me and my man took two hits of acid each. <br> <br> I was feeling great when it started. I was happy and looking forward to painting, drawing, talking...just hanging out. For some reason I strongly needed to get naked as I was born. My husband started making out with me, then there was a knock on the door. The construction crew had been called in to work on the plumbing and to install our new sink. We of course told them it was a very bad time, so they set to work on the apartment directly below ours. I hid in the bedroom closet with the cat in my arms, scared out of my mind. My was heart was racing and I was afraid of being found out, and everything that may have gone with that. Arrest, parental disapproval, being abandoned by a severely judgmental friend. Basically, the trip was sent on a permanent negative course. And it lasted at least 12 hours. We ended the night by seeing an Aphex Twin concert and those giant bears really freaked my shit out. <br> <br> All day I could hear the pipes being banged and I could never tell if the men were in our apartment or not. We actually checked the bathroom several times. I could hear everything all at once, and I couldn't tell where any sounds were coming from. People outside may have well been standing right next to me and whispering in my ear for all I knew. After awhile we went into the front room to listen to music. I believe it was Beck. He sounded so real. Like I could feel him. I don't know how to explain it. It's like I decided I knew exactly who he was just by the sound of his voice, and I dubbed him one of the few genuine good people on the planet. I watched the wood grain of the floor dance in sync with the music, and was quite amused for awhile, then I was horrified. We shut off the music and just lay on a futon by the window, watching the swaying branches of a huge tree outside. <br> <br> I heard a woman yell at her kids, I heard a slap, screeching tires, swearing...Everything all at once and from everywhere again, but this time I all I heard was misery, evil, and pain. But when I looked outside I saw the beauty of the clear blue sky and the vivid life of the tree. The contrast between the evil of us and the beauty of nature seemed wrong and sick, and then I started crying for all of the idiots that make themselves and others miserable on purpose. I decided it was on purpose. There was no need for this diseased society after all. After my crying jag I followed my husband into our bedroom. I curled into a fetal position on the bed and starting whining, 'Make it stop. Make it stop.' Over and over. I held my hands over my ears but I could still hear everything. The cat jumped up with me and lay right against me purring as I sobbed uncontrollably for at least fifteen minutes straight. Then I looked at her face. It seemed concerned and confused. This somehow struck me as hilarious. I then proceeded to laugh hysterically and loudly for twenty minutes straight. Then the cat became frightened and ran off. This spun me back around to sobbing. <br> <br> After awhile my husband decided he needed to have sex with me, I didn't really want to, but I just let him. It was horrible. I felt bent to suit someone else. Like I was being bent to unnatural shapes, like putty. I felt invaded, like a deflating balloon, like I was shrinking inside of myself, and being turned inside out. Like my muscles were shrinking and shrinking. Like I would sink into the mattress and drown in its fabric. I kind of wanted to. Then I heard footsteps. I paid them no attention, because I'd lost all ability to discern where a sound was emanating from. But I'm sure the front door opened, and I heard a man yell back up to someone. I heard laughter, and him amusedly inform someone, 'They're out of it.' Then the door closed. When It was over my husband was very clingy and apparently had a completely different experience from me. Later he said it was beautiful, close, almost ephemeral. He really doesn't like hearing my side of it. <br> <br> I was starting to feel myself again. But I was still far gone. We for some reason we closed ourselves up in his brother's former room. I think because there was nothing in it really. The least stimulus available seemed the best amount. I leaned against the window. Suddenly I was afraid of falling through. I thought I was very fat, but I wasn't. Then I saw a drug dealer and I wanted to fall out and on him. It seemed funny somehow. I actually had to exert mental will and pressure on myself to not do it. I forced myself to the floor and away from the temptation. <br> <br> Then we just stared at each other. We never said anything, or we did but didn't realize we were, and we had a conversation. We were convinced we were on a telepathic vibe. Finally it was subsiding to something very faint, and that's when we went out to the Aphex Twin concert. Afterwards some guy was talking to my husband. He congratulated him on having acquired 'someone like her.' And I was very confused. Mostly because I'm filled with quite of a bit of self-loathing. Which I now know, means I shouldn't do acid. <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: 7996</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 23, 2003</td><td>Views: 10,595</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=7996&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=7996&amp;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) : Sex Discussion (14), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td><a href="http://treefingers.8k.com/home.html" target="new"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="Author Home Page" align="RIGHT" border="0"></a> </td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/bupropion/">Pharms - Bupropion</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/risperidone/">Pharms - Risperidone</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>  A few years ago I was prescribed Welbutrin for depression. Apparently I developed psychotic tendencies which could be attributed to the Welbutrin, so my psychiatrist prescribed for me Risperdol, an anti-psychotic. Why he didn't just take me off Welbutrin and prescribe another anti-depressant is beyond me. <br> <br> One night I dropped four hits of LSD and proceeded to have a very intense trip. About 5 or 6 hours later it was time for me to take my usual dose of Risperdol. I was still tripping very hard, and was not expecting to come down for another 6 hours, but surprisingly enough, I was completely down within half an hour. I should have realized that this was going to happen as Risperdol is in the same class as Thorazine which is used to end bad trips in the hospital. <br> <br> Some interesting side notes about Risperdol. In short, I hated this drug. It made me feel disconnected from the world. I'm usually a person with very intense emotions, but Risperdol seemed to suck all of it away from me. I didn't seem to care about anything. I enjoyed spending my time watching tv, and settled into a mundane existence. After taking the drug for some time I began periodically skipping doses. This was very pleasurable as I would begin to FEEL again, and my emotions were intensified by the previous numbness that seemed to envelope me. Overall I think Risperdol did more damage than good. Luckily enough, I have been free of all prescription drugs for over three years, and even stopped using psychedelics because I felt that I wasn't in the right state to use them and realized that I had begun to abuse them. It is only recently that I've felt confident enough to be able to use psychedelics in moderation and gain the best from them. <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: 29950</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, 2004</td><td>Views: 40,235</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=29950&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=29950&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Risperidone (253) : Unknown Context (20), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ct2/">2C-T-2</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ct2/">2C-T-2</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</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"> </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">155 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   This is not a winning formula. The combination of LSD and other phenethylamines, such as MDMA or mescaline, is well-known to be terrific. (I only know the first of those combinations firsthand... I consider candyflipping to be the most decadent psychedelic experience available) Thus I had high hopes for LSD + 2C-T-2. However there is something about the 2C-T-2 experience which causes it to be completely and totally swallowed by acid. <br> <br> (It should be noted also that people's experiences with 2C-T-2 vary very greatly. Some of them find it extremely rewarding, whereas others don't get what the fuss is about. I'm in the former camp... but 2C-B barely works on me at all. Go figure.) <br> <br> Anyway, the experience in question took place at a certain festival in the desert in the late summer. The LSD was taken around 6 PM, and the 2C-T-2 maybe an hour or an hour and a half later. A small amount of cannabis was smoked, uh, I think after the 2C-T-2 dose. <br> <br> What followed, anyway, was indistinguishable from an LSD + cannabis experience. Nitrous was inhaled at a certain point, maybe around midnight, and of course, it was spectacular, but there was still no hint of the 2C-T-2 visuals or mental signature at all. <br> <br> 2C-T-2 was taken *again* at around 3 AM. Even then, nothing happened. Finally, at about 5:30 AM, around sunrise, the LSD was more or less wearing off. And THEN the 2C-T-2 happened, in full force and amazingness. As I pedaled my bicycle across the desert floor, I saw it turn into water, I saw words written across the mountains, I rode my bicycle at the sun and I felt pulled into the solar embrace. <br> <br> Of course, you'll have to trust my experience with psychedelics that in fact whatever I had experienced earlier in the night was due to LSD and not 2C-T-2, but it will be easy for anyone who has done both drugs to admit that the visual and experiential signatures of each are quite different. The combination wasn't a particularly unpleasant one or anything (though because I was going to combine the two drugs, I did less LSD than I would otherwise have done, thereby leading to a more watered down experience than I might have liked for a while) but it has absolutely nothing to recommend it. <br> <br> Hopefully someone who is thinking about doing the same thing will take a look at this and reconsider and save their drugs. Thanks for reading! <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 29947</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 26, 2004</td><td>Views: 11,795</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=29947&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=29947&amp;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-T-2 (53) : Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   As I started to feel the effects of the acid working on me. I started feeling very nervous. I felt my self leaving the world I had known for so long, and entering a strange, new forbidden land, that only few people will ever see. My room was lit by black light. There were strange posters hanging on the wall. I had a big mirror with flames, teardrops, stars, and planets painted on it with fluorescent paint. All this only helped to separate reality farther from me. 'Ricker' I said, trying to draw his attention away from the rock and roll magazine he was reading. ' I'm trying to read this' he said, not realizing how scared I was becoming. My other friend Tom did notice though, and tried to help me to calm down. 'I am leaving reality' I thought to my self. 'Isn't anyone going to stop me' Just then there was a knock on the door. 'What's going on in here?' It was my dad asking as he appeared in the doorway. I thought that he had been sent as an answer to my thought, to try and stop me. 'We're burning incense' I answered knowing full well it was the smoke he was talking about. I was hoping he wouldn't see the bag that was laying out in full view. <br> <br> I still had not lost a complete grasp of reality yet, so I started getting mad when he said he did not believe me. And he said he knew what we were doing and that we were ruining our lives. 'I wish he would leave' I thought to myself. As soon as my thought was finished he left. It almost seemed like he had heard my thought. He had failed to stop me and I was slipping farther and farther away from reality. Or was I? I started to lose control of my thoughts, They started to speak to me on their own. 'This is a normal experience that happens in some peoples lives.' My thoughts explained to me. 'This was meant to happen.' they continued. The universe, and life would mean nothing if no one knew what it was all about. There are some who are chosen to know it. It is extremely sad to know these things, but someone has to know what it's about, because of this people who are wicked are chosen to find out these realities. ' <br> <br> As my thoughts continued to explain all to me, I seen a huge wheel made up of billions of people. It was like a giant whirlpool. The wicked people would reach for vices that were scattered throughout the wheel. These vices were used to draw those reaching for them more and more in to the center, until they would find themselves in the center. The center was like the eye of a hurricane. those in the center suddenly found out the sad details of life. It was a kind of hell. The ones that never see the center are the ones spared the sad realities that were being explained to me. That was their heaven. I was in the center of the wheel. My thoughts continued to explain more. At times they would animate themselves through things or people in the room. 'There is no God. Religion is just fables that are piled up layer by layer through time. Life is just a pinhead of senseless time, in the uncountable spans of time, that always was and always will be. There is no beginning and no end to the universe. People use this time to work, play games, and indulge in vices. Smoking, drinking, and swearing are the things that brought you here.' My thoughts explained. <br> <br> Just then John turned to me with a joint and said 'want a hit' and laughed. These thoughts seemed so real to me, and were so extremely depressing, that I couldn't bear the things I was shown. 'If I could go through my whole life without seeing all this again' I thought, 'that would be a heaven enough for me'. I seen a pack of demons entering through a window as my friends were laughing and partying. I started wishing my dad would come back. All of a sudden my dad walked back in to the room. It was like someone was reading my thoughts and orchestrating the events according to them. My father started telling us how we were ruining our lives again. My thoughts started to take control of my mind again. My thoughts would use what my dad was saying to continue my lesson about life. My father was a doctor. He was planning to take the whole family to the Philippines where he grew up. He told me that he was going to show me how hard he had it. He said he was going to show me where he had to work at a fishpond as he was growing up. <br> <br> As he talked about it, my thoughts were telling me that the fishpond was my origin, my very early descendants came from the fishpond, and that all life came from the water. He told me he would show me the pond, all this stuck in my mind. He told us that education would get us through life. As he was telling us all this, I seen him as being an equal. Age meant nothing in the vastness of time. I thought at this point he knew what was going on with me. I thought he wanted to have a friendly conversation with us. He was still standing in the doorway, so I asked 'why don't you come in and join us?' I really did mean it, but he thought I was telling him to get lost in a sarcastic way, so he left. My thoughts ended the lesson telling me that although life is a sad senseless fact, some people try to find some fulfillment , although not much, in somehow doing a service to their fellow man. My thought's last statement was that no one, not even a religious person could save me from this sad and senseless life. <br> <br> Every one left except Ricker, he was spending the night at my house. 'Let's smoke another joint' he said. ' No' I answered, 'I've had enough.' 'Aw come on, lets not ruin a good buzz, I'm coming down' he said. 'My dad caught us, everything went wrong tonight and you want me to smoke another joint? I asked. As I was saying this, a song started playing on the radio, Suite Judy blue eyes, by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. The song started out 'It's getting to the point where I'm no fun any more, I am sorry.' It happened again like someone read my thoughts and put them on the radio. I couldn't figure out how that kept happening. Finally convincing me to go outside and smoke a joint, we headed for the stairs. On our way out I heard our dogs scratching at the door, I went to let them in. We would chain them to the door at night. When I let them in, they would run in to the kitchen to see if there were any scraps that might have fallen on the floor. <br> <br> One dog ran in to the kitchen and stopped suddenly because he didn't want to slide on the linoleum floor. I didn't realize that that was why he stopped so suddenly. I thought that he had seen something in there that frightened him. When I went to look I seen a huge rattlesnake in our kitchen. I was alarmed, then I reasoned, we lived in Ohio how could there be a rattlesnake in our kitchen. Still being cautious I approached it very slowly. As I got near it, it transformed into a paper bag. We went outside and smoked another joint. I felt much better outside. We went out for a walk. I looked up in the sky and each of the millions of stars turned a different color. There were some radio towers off in the distance, as I looked they turned in to a futuristic spiral city. A plane was flying past the towers, it turned in to a space ship. Tom and I talked as we were walking. He was telling me he wanted to have the most fun in life. As he was telling me this, his ears started getting pointy, and he started growing a goatie. He started turning in to a devil. 'What's the matter?' Tom asked, as I quickened my pace to get away from him. He didn't know what I was seeing. <br> <br> We went home. I couldn't get much sleep that night. Every time I would close my eyes I would see planets, stars, and galaxies. The next morning in the shower I couldn't feel the water. My body was numb. I could tell that the drug had been really hard on my body. I told myself I would never do it again. Even though the thoughts were so convincing when I was high, I remember thinking the next day that there still might be a God. It was easier to consider it now that I was no longer high. While I was high I was convinced there was no God. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1975</td><td width="90">ExpID: 11238</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 27, 2004</td><td>Views: 15,698</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11238&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11238&amp;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) : Families (41), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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><br>   <br> On Feb. 23rd, 2004, I ingested one hit of LSD. After an hour, I started to feel like my 'soul' wanted to tear out of my body, this felt pretty chaotic, so I sat down to meditate and clear my mind. I stayed meditating for five hours straight. It was an extremely deep meditation, it is even possible that I could have fallen asleep, but I did open my eyes about every thirty minutes just to reassure myself that I was still sitting there. In this deep meditative state, this is what I saw... <br> <br> <br> (This is just a brief sample of the overall concepts that will need further explanation.) <br> <br> <br> I saw the entire history of humanity--from beginning, to the present, like as history textbook visually depicted throughout my sight. <br> <br> I experienced the birth and fall of countries, <br> <br> I experienced the pain and suffering of humanity throughout time, <br> <br> I pondered and imagined the future--what is the highest evolution of humanity? <br> <br> I realized how this body and all of its maintenance/ methologics/ procedures/ and mechanical processes--such as eating, pissing, drinking, sex, washing, and shitting, chain down the psyche and pollute and corrupt pure thought. Once we are free from this body, only thought will exist. Pure thought without the chains of the body and all its weight, just may be the highest evolution of humanity. <br> <br> <br> What is pure thought? <br> <br> Pure thought has no inhibitions (mental or physical), no negativity/pessimism (these are disruptive and vexatious to the 'spirit', they cause frustration and unnecessary conflicts). <br> <br> Pure thought is just, humane, and has a well-balance of birth and death. <br> <br> <br> Pure thought is also being disconnected from this crude and ugly body, which is currently mere encapsulation and transportation for the beholder of pure psychic energy(a synonym for pure thought). <br> <br> <br> Pure thought is also disrupted and inhibited by drinking and smoking--which are petty little escapes that only get one by temporarily until the next time. <br> <br> <br> I have realized: <br> <br> I need to take life more seriously. <br> <br> I am now more humane (in realization of weights of the body). <br> <br> I am now more optimistic (pessimism and negativity are weights of the psyche). Pessimism is necessary in keeping one from being naive, but it should only be considered, and weighed appropriately with optimism. <br> <br> Only those who are weak, fail to allow optimism to succeed in their lives. Why be so negative when life is so short? Where will it get you? Like I said, pessimism keeps you from being naive, but you can simply be aware of the dark side to keep you from harm. I say 10-20% pessimism, 80-90% optimism. This will aid you in thought of the highest levels. <br> <br> * This all seems ideal, but it has been emotionally charged by my unconsciousness for the benefit of at least myself, if no one else will listen. * <br> <br> * Listen to your unconsciousness, do not fight it or block it out, it is only trying to help. * <br> <br> DMG <br> 25 Feb 2004 <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 31407</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 1, 2004</td><td>Views: 10,022</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=31407&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=31407&amp;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), Glowing Experiences (4), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <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>   I started taking LSD on 1999 and I used to consume it in blotter form every weekend (found that LSD tolerance was almost 7 days on my organism) till 2000. That was a whole year of LSD consumption almost every weekend. I started with doses of 1 blotter and after that year and a half my latest doses were about 5-6 blotters. I can say I never had a bad trip, and I decided to quit acid when the nasty after effects no longer had a positive relationship with the good effects. <br> <br> On those days I read a lot of information about flashback experiences but never really believed in them. <br> <br> After that acid marathon I got a magor depression that lasted aprox 6 months where I was heavily medicated with a lot of antidepresants like fluoxetine, prozac, haloperidol and mutabon D. Then I recovered and started living a normal life without drug consumption except tobacco. <br> <br> After 2 years of my last acid trip, while on vacation in a very nice wilderness place I was sitting on a rock and then I experienced a clear acid high. I was looking at a very steep hill and suddently it started moving in nice patterns, exactly as one sees patterns while on acid. It wasn't something uncomfortable. In fact it was really pleasant and there was absolutely no trace of the nasty anxiousness after effects common to LSD. It lasted aproximately 2 minutes and I enjoyed it very much. <br> <br> After that experience I never had any other flashback. But if they came again I'm sure I will enjoy them every much! <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 32420</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 31, 2004</td><td>Views: 10,852</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=32420&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=32420&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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+ 0:59</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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/tobacco/">Tobacco - Cigarettes</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   This is without a doubt the most amazing and memorable experience of my life! I am a 21 year old American, but I was studying in Melbourne, Australia, for a semster the year before. Melbourne is a very cool city, and one of her best features are the incredible botanical gardens right in the heart of downtown. This provides the setting for my story… <br> <br> My friend Nero and I had obtained several doses of LSD from one of our Aussie friends. According to our friend, these Bart Simpson tabs contained 900 mikes (micrograms). For any other substance, that is a miniscule amount, but considering that an average dose today contains only 60 mikes, this was bound to take us to the brink of insanity. We had these little friends stored in our freezer for about a week, waiting for our final exams to be over to celebrate. Evad, another friend we had met, was finishing his exams that morning too. We had nothing to worry about and nobody to answer to! Nero and I had both tripped before, but the most I had ever experienced was a slight body high. I was ready for the real deal. Evad had never tried LSD, and was a little unsure if he wanted to (as most acid virgins are) but he wanted to come along and take it as it came. <br> To start off, Nero and I each took a half tab, just to play it safe- 900 mikes is nothing to fuck with! We were going to meet Evad at his apartment a little later. We all prepared our trip bags: water, food, cigarettes, pot, toys, CD players, etc., and began the first leg of our journey. <br> <br> Melbourne has another salient feature: public trams that run up and down the main streets carrying passengers. It was around 2 pm when we headed out of our building and hopped on the tram for the five minute ride downtown. We met Evad outside his place and we all hopped on the tram again to make our way to the Gardens. Once we were there, Evad asked to try some. He decided to take a quarter hit; looking at the miniscule piece of paper it seemed unfathomable that there could be any effect at all. Knowing that the effects could take up to two hours to kick in, we found a nice big park outside the entrance to the Gardens and hackysacked for a while. We’re all big fans of the hack and it’s always a good mind/body activity regardless. We had some herb, but we wanted to check out the effects of the acid solo before doubling up. <br> <br> After about an hour, we still hadnt felt much so we decided to walk into the actual Botanical Gardens. Right when we got to the gate, I realized that if I was gonna do it I was gonna do it right so I opened our little container and popped the other half of my hit into my mouth. Nero did the same, and Evad took another quarter. We all smiled and knew we were in for an adventure! <br> <br> The Botanical Gardens cover a huge territory right in the heart of the city: you would never know there was a whole metropolis going on with daily life just a few thousand feet of you on every side. The climate there is tropical/temperate, so all kinds of plants are grown there: huge palm trees, tropical flowers, fruit trees, absolutely stunning! We walked around the paths for a while, just enjoying the warm sunny November day (summer was just beginning!) and we started to notice that butterfly feeling in the gut when I know it’s starting to kick in. Man, that is the best time cause I know I'm in for the ride of my life any minute now! About a half hour later we wander into an interior garden called, coincidentally, The Herb Garden. We are all a little fucked by this point, but we know that pot will really bring on the effex. Since no one is around, we sit down right there and spark a bowl. <br> <br> Woooow! Haha, this is where the shit goes down! Just as soon as we’re done, I was off my tree! Just looking at Nero’s face told me he was at about the same level. Evad was tripping too but not as severely. The ground was a red brick pattern, and it totally played with my vision. The straight cracks started to wriggle around on the ground like a family of snakes, and I was unable to take my eyes off it! Just knowing that any drug is able to do these things to my mind makes me wonder how much of our consciousness is determined by chemical reactions. Evad got up to walk a little bit and I followed, just needing to not sit down anymore. But about a minute later I had to sit down cause I couldn’t stand up anymore! Acid is weird like that. We were sitting there talking about how we were feeling and what to do now - I wanted to listen to some music cause I had always heard acid really brings up the audio experience. We each looked through the ten or so CD’s we had each brought from our own collections. The only CD that we all had was Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon! <br> <br> One of us got the idea that we should all put on our headphones, and that if we pressed “play” at the same time, we could all have our separate trips but still be totally connected! Thus was born the Tri-E-O. Most likely the best idea of the century. As the first track got underway, the footsteps racing across my mind made me feel like I was in some kind of an insane asylum. We were all watching each other, and someone would mouth the laughter at the same time as on the CD, but they were 100 feet away, and it was a totally strange and hilarious experience. As the booming transition into Breathe coursed through my soul I felt my feet lift off the ground and shoot me straight into heaven on the wings of angels! The music was in control of my trip and it made it so much better because now I could let my conscious mind drift into the background. I was staring in Awe at the rippling clouds reflecting the golden sunlight, and just then a duck flew across the sky, leaving miles of waving trails behind it. In an instant the sky had been turned from air to an endless living lake, all with the background music of my favorite album of all time. <br> <br> I knew that everything would be all right forever! Now I see why they say it was made to be listened to on acid - it was like I was hearing it for the first time! We wandered out of the herb garden and just wandered aimlessly, each in our own fantasy land. Someone would stop and dabble with what ever interested them - a leaf blowing in the wind, some ducks swimming in the pond… We ended up on a gently sloping grass lawn looking directly at the Sun. As Brain Damage (how fitting!) subsided into Eclipse, we were starting to come off that initial SuperTrip, but were still miles away from normality. We weren’t sure what to do now that PF had let us slip from its grasp. I wanted to hack, but Nero and Evad weren’t sure they were up to it. But we gave it a shot. It ended up being an almost transcendental experience. Normally, we’re all OK, each having a few of our own tricks but nothing phenomenal. But today was truly amazing! It wasn’t that we were doing fancy tricks, but the hack just stayed up for ever! When the hack was just a few inches off the ground someone would make an amazing save that never would have happened under “normal” circumstances. <br> <br> This went on for about an hour, after we had philosophized that the hack was a metaphor for life, that one person could drift away from the circle (normal life) with no repurcussions as long as the hack stayed off the ground with the help of your friends. Still not sure if this holds water, but Im testing it all the time J. <br> <br> It was now getting to be sunset, so we continued our journey through the jungle. We came to a huge grove of trees, and were staring at the leaves that seemes to be moving and crawling and screaming among the branches. This time it wasn’t just the acid - there were huge fruit bats everywhere! We just gazed at them for what seemed ages - some would be fighting with each other, hanging up side down and extending their huge leathery arms to grab at other bats dangling nearby. As the sun began to fade and darkness overtook the park, the bats began flying around more and more until there were these enormous bats flying everywhere over our heads! We had a cigarette and enjoyed the final remnants of our trip. The visuals were gone but we still had worms crawling through our heads. We walked to a pagoda and lit some incense, and sat there for a while just discussing whatever came into our heads. <br> <br> I (almost regrettably) brought up the philosophical idea that we each see our own colors that make sense to us and align with everyone else’s color spectrum, but are not necessarily the same color. We talked this into the ground until I feared my sanity would never return!! Our minds and bodies were spent, and we headed back into the (scary) world. It was now way past dark, and when we got to the gate where we had entered, the gate was locked. The funny thing is that it wasn’t just a normal fenc e- the gate was an arch with 6 inch iron spikes along the inside top, and the gate had the same spikes along the top. We were gonna have to climb through a tiny opening surrounded by deadly spikes, on acid!! Evad wasn’t much for this idea, being afraid of puncturing some huge artery and dying on the opposite side of the world from his home, but I was not about to walk a mile to the other end of the park to find the same thing. So sloooowwwly we each poked through the wormhole with no injuries to report. <br> <br> Somehow we had gotten very twisted around, and tried to leave the same way we came in, but ended up at the base of this HUGE monument! It was liking being warped from the Amazon to the Egyption desert! It turned out to be their WWII memorial, which we hadn’t even known existed. The intense lighting on the building contrasted with the surrounding darkness, making it soar above our earthbound feet. My favorite part was a huge “eternal flame” shooting out of the ground in front of the memorial. I became absorbed by it, the orange flames licking the air a few feet from my face lured me into a trance. A soothing calm and warmth enveloped my body. So this brings me to the end of the journey - an amazing day that would forever change how I viewed myself and this world. I hope this was worth the read… <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: 8053</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, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,284</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8053&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8053&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Skating on Thin Ice <br> <br> This is a rewrite of a dream labeled 'Lousy Dream Lived Out with LSD' posted elsewhere. I choose to rewrite it because that report was written approximately five hours after the dream ended, and was my attempt to solidify the events of the night, it does not focus on what I learned that night. At that point, I had no idea just what I'd learned that night. Of course. <br> <br> At approximately 9:00 PM I injested 3 microdots. I had taken two of the same distribution on a previous night. Call it the magical wheel of dosage, I chose to take three. :) Me and a friend who was not on anything at the time travelled over to a friends house and I parked and locked up my car, putting a note on my steering wheel reminding me not to drive until 5AM the next day. I have never had to read this type of note to avoid doing something stupid, but I write them to make myself feel better. <br> <br> We sat comfortably in the basement as I began my space-out. About an hour and a half later, the people I was with decided they were going to visit someone else who lived outside of the town we were in. I decided I would be better off going along with those I knew than walking around town looking for someone else I knew to spend my time with. It can be a long night by yourself if you're not comfortable and at home. <br> <br> I hitched a ride with two people I did not know, and I spent the ride mostly watching the interior lights of the car. When we arrived, I had not realized how many people who I had never seen before would be there. They all seemed friendly enough and after sitting at the kitchen table for a while I went into the basement to have a look at the musical equipment that was down there. A complicated system with a large stereo being monitored, sampled and equalized by a computer. I sat for quite a while in a chair tuned into the music. It was almost hypnotic, I can not describe it and I wonder if I would recognize it if I ever heard it again. I can not remember a single thought from this period that was not related to what was going on around me. I kept reaching for my pack of cigarettes but didn't manage to make it all the way to smoking one for quite a while. I was sitting there simply blown away. After a while people started to go upstairs and I chose to go with rather than sitting in the dark basement in a house owned by people I didn't know. <br> <br> Before I went upstairs, I spoke to a group of people I didn't know who were sitting in another lighted section of the basement. I said hello and they replied in kind and asked how it was going. It was an effort to say 'I took three microdots at nine oclock and I have no idea what's going on.'. It felt to me like someone was rapidly pushing a reset button in the back of my head. Thoughts came and went, trying to hold on to them was totally useless. A young man sitting at the table replied 'That's ok, you don't have to know what's going on.'. I laughed, said thank you and went upstairs. I appreciated and appreciate that very much. <br> <br> We sat at the kitchen table some more, and a friend rolled a huge joint. I smoked it with them, just because it was what I would usually do. I talked with drunk people I didn't know. I told everyone that I had a personal conversation with that I was on LSD, and to please excuse me if I was acting strangely. I am sure I was managing to act fairly normal, the energy buzzing beneath my skin was amazing. It was a concious act to keep from gritting my teeth and tightening every muscle in my body. <br> <br> People went out on the back porch and played some hack. Normally I'm able to play well enough but didn't quite feel up to it. :) I followed because most of the people I knew went that way. A friend kept urging me to play but I didn't quite feel up to taking my feet off the ground. A few minutes later the people in the room stopped making sense. They would talk almost constantly but with disconnected words or short phrases, I must admit it was all fairly stupid and I can only assume reflects upon my thoughts on those people. <br> <br> While I knew I was tripping, I had never before hallucinated in this manner. All my hallucinations had been gentle and interesting and had not included people at all. I decided that everyone was playing a trick on me. (Great idea right?) I had an idea that it had something to do with the people that had been playing music in the basement. I waited for a while for them to give it up, said 'you people are crazy' (hehehe) and walked into the kitchen. People continued to talk nonsensically and someone in the kitchen said a rhyme about Jesus Christ (Christian religious figure) to the purpose of him being blessed with the spirit of god, coming down to earth and having nothing to do but 'piddle de ding dong dingus'... <br> <br> At this point I was starting to get a little scared. I went down a hall looking for the door, and talked to a young lady who I did not know. I told her about my problem, but she did not understand. I did not use the correct words, because there are no words to explain the manner in which people were talking. She asked me if I needed help, needed to talk to someone, and I replied that I did not because I had the strong feeling that she was talking about police. I decided I needed to leave the house, go outside and chill out. <br> <br> I believed that everyone was playing a trick on me. I was displeased about it (I was rather disconnected from emotion at this point.) and decided to walk down the street in the direction I guessed was home. I had never had problems deciphering reality from hallucination while dreaming of LSD and chose to stick to my guns. I began walking down the street in the direction I guessed was home but then walked back, deciding that I was not going to let anyone trick me into getting myself arrested on the long walk back to the town my car was in. I sat on the porch waiting for them to come outside and end the game. I began to wonder if I wasn't passed out somewhere and all this going on inside my head. (Another bright idea.) A short time after, my friends going back to the town my car was in came out of the house. Too short I thought.. <br> <br> Unfortunately, they were still talking garbage. People got into their cars and I asked one of my friends where we were going. He urged me to get into the car I had come in. I decided this was a good idea and did so. I thought that they would just drive me back to this house after driving around the block a few times. I asked them to stop the car so that I could get out. The driver said 'ok he has 15 seconds to get out or I'm taking off again'. <br> <br> This was a critical choice: A thought that just kept on recurring to me was: 'If I stay here, nothing ever happens...'. <br> <br> I got out and began walking home without another word. I had never been to this house before. I had no real idea of where I was. As I walked I thought of the two possible explanations I had thought of before the people came out of the house. One being that I was tripping and that people had played a cruel trick on me, the other that this going on inside my head. That I would live forever in this strange world where everyone talked garbage and went no where. My hell for a mistake. I had yelled loudly in the driveway when this thought occured to me. <br> <br> I believed that one of these two things could be happening and that my choosing the correct path back to the town in which my car was parked was connected with my returning to my reality. Believe it or not, I followed the roads that seemed more lighted, even after I had left the residential areas and there were no street lights. I followed the path that occured to me first. I decided that I would simply walk until I came down, and ask directions then. Or if I got lucky and got home, so be it. <br> <br> As I walked, I worried about what was actually going on. I thought for a while that I should stop and spend the night in a grove of trees. I had to be home sometime the next day and so I decided I had to get to my car that night. I thought I would go (?) insane if I did not keep moving. I decided to rid myself of my paraphenalia, and to put my drivers license under the insole of my shoe. <br> <br> I decided that I had decided what I was going to do, so I had better just stop worrying about it or I was going have bigger problems. I decided to count 1,2,3,4loop as a way of keeping my mind occupied. After a while I noticed that I had timed my counting to my breathing, a short while later I noticed that I had timed my steps to my breathing. After that it became much easier to walk. I later learned that this is a Buddhist practice: walking meditation. A good book on walking meditation is 'The Long Road Turns to Joy', written by Thich Nhat Hanh. <br> <br> I had many thoughts over this period of time, but I let them flow by me. I held onto the only rock I had, which was not to think at all. The unfortunate result: many of these thoughts are buried deep in my memory. Every day new thoughts from that experience return to me. Over this period of time, my reality and who I was faded till it was just a memory. I did not think of my name at any time during this trip, so I do not know whether I knew it or not. I believed that if I forget my reality, I would not go back to it at all, that I would be stuck in the nonreality that I was in for the rest of my life. <br> <br> After a long period of the walking in this manner, I experienced a blip. My everything was ripped away for a split second. I recognized that reality was more my creation than I had ever realized before, I saw the death rebirth process. Everything was quiet, and I looked about the void. I saw nothing around me, and thought 'Well... What now?'. I saw a point of light in the unimaginable distance, it moved towards me with immeasurable speed. As it approached I recognized that it was immeasurably large. It approached till it engulfed me and I was slammed back to reality. <br> <br> At the time, I did not know or did not choose to think about what had just happened. I felt only relief. I knew I was coming down, that I would be ok. I spent the rest of the walk thinking as little as possible. All this happened on my way to the freeway, I did not know if I was north or south of where I was trying to get and went the wrong way up the freeway for a good long time. I stopped at a populated exit and asked directions. I hitched a ride from a trucker just before daylight. I appreciate that immensely, the warmth of that cab was extacy after my walk in the cold. To this day I pick up hitchhikers, just to give back a little. <br> <br> When I got back home, I went to sleep shortly after writing a report of this and posting it to another website. Four hours later, a friend who lived in the area dropped by and walked into my bedroom. I looked up and he said something I didn't catch. He seemed to move a little too quickly into the room. I jerked up and awake and drop kicked the young man out of my house. :) I followed him outside and told him that it was NOT a good time and not to call me, I would call him later. <br> <br> All in all, I tripped for approximately 9 hours. I have a crystal clear memory of everything that went on, although I imagine that I will be piecing together my memory of my thoughts for the rest of this life. As closely as I can calculate I walked 25 miles that night, the soles of my shoes are almost completely flat. For approximately 2 hours I exhibited the sensory input and thought patterns of a paranoid psychotic. At no time during the trip did I lose control of what I was doing, the fight was to control my thoughts. The trip was at no time bad or good, it just was. I spent every moment after I left that room in emergency mode, thinking only of what I needed to do to be as safe as I could. <br> <br> The reality fracture that I had that night is as real as anything I have ever experienced. I was forced to choose a direction, but didn't really know it at the time. In the end I chose a very unique path. All through the time that I was at the house and with the others I felt the strong presense of other higher beings. They spoke to me through the movements and words of those around me and through my thoughts. Occasionally, I would get a reoccuring thought that was usually a statement. 'If I don't go, nothing ever happens.' etc. It seems to me that I thought clearly throughout, but that the problems remained. I am not implying that the silly and incorrect thoughts I had that night were placed in my head, but that I was able to choose to think above them... Or not. <br> <br> For about two weeks after that experience, I could see any situation from an infinite number of points of view. One was not any more or less real than any other. Some were plausible, some were not. I had only to choose from the ones that seemed most correct, the ones that I wanted. At the time that I am writing this report, things have solidified. <br> <br> A lot of my problems with people have simply dissapeared. I am left with the habits of my old thought. I have a long way to go before I complete what I started that night: the raising of my conciousness. It is a constant battle for me not to slip back into my old ways of thinking. <br> <br> As of the writing of this report, my ego has reattached itself stronger than ever. It has started to overshadow the surety that I had. Fortunately, it now yells and screams so loud that I can often recognize it for what it is. It's going to take a long time to break down the imprinting of a life time and return to balance. <br> <br> I stood on the edge of my world and looked off. Every choice I had that night corresponds to a way of thought, and I believe that I chose the only one that would let me see correctly. One thing I know, if I had chosen differently, I would never have known that I had chosen incorrectly. Whichever way you go, you 'know' it's the right way. <br> <br> My life is changed, I am changed. I am unbelieveably lucky, in that the change was for the better. I'd like to thank everyone who helped me to see the experience correctly. They have opened up many doors for me, gently and persistantly helping me to see the only way to deal with this experience. Things still might have gone badly for me in the end, had I not had help. As it stands, I have no worries. <br> <br> There is a lesson in this for everyone who has not learned it already. LSD IS NOT A TOY! I have only taken LSD five times in my life, each months or years apart, and this dream has shaken me to my core. It doesn't take much, it's entirely unpredictable. LSD dreams can be used to remove clouds from your eyes, and they can be used to reinforce ways of thought, and they can be used to build huge new clouds in front of your eyes. If you use it in a setting that causes you to think in a certain way, you will create thought habits that keep you thinking that way. You can not escape being changed by an LSD dream unless you know exactly what you're doing, so make sure that you change for the better. <br> <br> 'If you should go skating, <br> on the thin ice of modern life, <br> dragging behind you the silent reproach, <br> of a million tear stained eyes, <br> don't be surprised when a crack in the ice, <br> appears under your feet. <br> You slip out of your depth, <br> and out of your mind, <br> your fear flowing out behind you, <br> as you claw the thin ice.' <br> <br> <br> Alright, I couldn't help the quote. I've always been into Floyd, and all the meanings in Floyd's albums have flip flopped since I dreamed this up. <br> <br> Happy trails folks! <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: 8865</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 13, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,063</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8865&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8865&amp;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), Large Group (10+) (19)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I am 19 years old, 6 feet tall, and about 160 lbs. The only drug I had done was weed and I had only been smoking for a few months. I had gotten ready for the trip by reading everything I could find about LSD on the internet. I had been waiting to try it for about two months. <br> <br> The day of the trip finally came and I was very excited. 4 of us were doing it that day. We decided the park would be a good place to do it. It was a very big park with a lake and lots of trees. I had my first cube (Each cube contained 2 hits) as soon as we got into the car. I felt excitment and wonder as I slowly sucked away at the sugar cube. It took us about 30 minutes just to get to the park. when we arrived the excitment and wonder had died down to a slight antcipation. We were at the park for about 15 or 20 minutes but plans had changed. It was getting cloudy and dark so we were going to stay the night at mike's house. I purchased 2 sugar cubes and used 1 so far. I had been playing around with the other one on the way to the car and after a few minutes decided to eat that too. <br> <br> I had now taken 4 hits of LSD on my first trip. <br> <br> I had been slowly coming up for the past hour when we arived at Mike's house. Mike was mean and very annoying but we had nowhere else to stay. His parents were gone and it seemed like a good idea at the time. We all hung out in Mikes living room and smoked weed. We had also smoked a little weed at the park. Everyone was in a pritty good mood except Mike. Mike was constantly complaining about things or making rude comments. Mikes house was not all that big but it was nice. There was allot of expensive looking stuff in his house like glass tabels and leather couches. A bunch of us went to the back of his house where there was a large swiming pool with a wooden deck around it. I was high from the weed and still coming up on LSD. <br> <br> I thought it might be a good idea to jump in the pool. I put my wallet and a few other things on a lawn chair first. I did a cannon ball into the pool and it was amazying. His pool was heated and the water felt wonderfull against my skin. I floated for a couple minutes but my friends wanted me to get out. They were a little suprised I had jumped in and Mike was upset and did not want me to come in the house because I was all wet. Everyone else went inside and because it was getting cold. I really did not care about the cold and just like on the deck looking up at the sky. At this point (~1:30 min form the first cube) I began to see strange things in the sky. It looked like a transparent layer in front of the clouds. like when I look at a light and then close my eyes I can see a faint purple/blue image of the light for a short time. It slowly became clearer and clearer until it was almost as real as the cloud. I was on back looking up and I saw transparent people standing around me in a circle. I could see more people behind and above them also in a circle. They formed a pattern of infinate complexity. <br> <br> They werent still images though. They looked as if they were breathing, moving, and had real expressions. It seemed as if one of them even walked away and someone else took his place. I could feel a sort of energy building within me and I had to look away now and then because it was too intense. I got up for a little while and then lie down again. This time I tried to conentrate more on what I saw and the people turned into a pattern which consumed everything I saw. My eyes were wide open and I was looking at the clouds but this time It was not transparent! I could not even see the clouds even though my eyes were open. I saw a bright pattern that slowly moved and I felt as if I could go into it. I did not want to go any deeper then I was so I stopped looking and got up. <br> <br> Now I was confused. I did not totally understand who my friends were or who I was. I got insine and Mike had me sit on a towel. I had been outside for maybe half an hour, but I was still a little damp. I half understood the situation. I knew I was at a friend's house and I knew that my friends were with me and I had jumped in a pool. What I did not understand was what was happening. It seemed like something was going on but I could not figure out what. I was shaken but I was able to make sense of what was going on after a couple hours. <br> <br> It got real late and people begain to leave. 3 of us were still tripping so we stayed. It was now just me, Mike, Joe, Jim, and John (not real names :). At this point it seemd like reality had been ripped apart. It was like I was seeing everything at a really low film speed. Everything was flickering. Everything left trails or afterimages. I was begining to miss normal reality, but at the same time it was kinda neat. I found that if I looked at something It would bend. We did a lot more that night but it was mostly more of the same. The effects started going away at about 6 am the next day. <br> <br> I have never taken any kind of medication and the only other drug I was on at the time was weed. Looking back I think it changed me for the better. I realized I was ignoring some things that were really important to me in life. The most important thing I learned is that life is fake. I used to think that god, aliens, or other dimensions might exist. I never really got into that stuff though. I just watched sci-fi movies from time to time and played computer games. Now I know for a fact that it's real. People always joke about how good money is, or sex, or cars. It all seems so worthless now. What really matters to me is love. Most of my life I did not realize that. <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: 8176</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 21, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,562</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8176&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8176&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 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> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 17:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/sertraline/">Pharms - Sertraline</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">142 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   My friend and I had smoked about an eighth of some absolutely chronic weed and were very stoned when we were offered acid in a park nearby. My friend having done acid before decided that I needed the experience, so I agreed and bought 8 hits, my friend immediately consumed 4 whole hits of very good acid. I held on to mine. We walked home about an hour later and my weed effects were starting to wear down, I was feeling a little bit tired and hungry, so I decided to drop the acid about 2 minutes away from my house, I gobbled down the sugarcube (2 hits) and then another half (1 hit) and continued walking. My friend took another 1 hit, he was telling me that this stuff was amazing quality and I started to get excited. <br> <br> 0:10- no effects as of yet, talked to my parents and was a little nervous I would start tripping while talking to them. <br> 0:20- ridiculous body sensations, feeling odd and light headed, got some food and went to basement, weird stomach cramps <br> 0:50- the trip begins, I start giggling and I feel like everything inside of me tickles, it's very funny and I can't stop laughing, I am sitting on my bed drinking orange juice and my friend is sitting on his bed throwing a tennis ball up and continually missing catching it. <br> 1:00- stomach cramps, burping, strange nauseaus feelings which I ignore and enjoy the trip, time becomes bizarre, time skips (ie. 10minutes where I couldn't remember a thing that had just happened) <br> 1:40- almost 2 hours after taking it and the effects are still getting stronger, I am slightly scared it's never gonna end getting stronger but am having too much fun to care, my friend and I are making strange noises trying to communicate how we feel <br> <br> 2:30- playing with pillows, drew a 30minute blank where I can not remember a thing that has happened, just remember feeling and seeing orange everywhere, like flying inside a peach (coincedentally or not my pillow is orange) <br> 3:00- friend and I are silent totally zoned out occasionally broken by giggles it's now about 2 in the morning <br> 5:00- I pee about 15 times in the space of an hour, feeling awkward, giggles occasional, weird muscle twitches and cannot sit still, go to bathroom and look at face, VERY funny and scary, patterns on wall are moving in a spiral, colours are very increased, starting to come back to some semblance of reality but still feeling amazing and weird <br> 5:30- am I bad tripping, I'm scared, should I turn off the lights, I have no control of my body, my skins itchy, sticky, I'm a lizard, help... I tell this to my friend who's been with me when I bad tripped on mushrooms once, he didn't want me to bother him again so he told me, 'shh... it's ok man, you're fine, we took acid and boy it's good, it's about 4:30am we should get some sleep eh?... this was very soothing <br> <br> 6:15- we sleep <br> 8:15- my dad barges into the room, come on guys GET UP, time for your wilderness camp, 'what the hell?' I think... oh NO! I just remembered that I have a kayaking trip starting today and I haven't packed! oh my god I'm still absolutely ripped on acid! <br> 8:30- I get up in a hazy fog, my body feels like I'm being tickled by a thousand feathers, my vision is acidy, in a kind of flashy way, almost like a strobe light. I take a bath and feel all kinds of awkward sensations, I am tired too, but the trip is still at a good strong strength... but my mind is there too, I am feeling all the body effects, and a quarter of the visual strengths but I still feel muddled and confused. <br> 9:00- I start packing for the camp, I establish with my friend that he's still ripped on the acid too, our eyes are huge, we gulp down orange juice and I feel sick. but I try to concentrate on packing my bag, let's see I have a list in one hand... I try to read the letters, they are dancing around the page... fuck it, just grab stuff and fill your bag... <br> <br> Even this was complicated, we'd go through 5 minute laughing breaks, and stop and talk and forget what we were doing, it took nearly 2 hours to pack our bags, ( I later discovered that my bag was filled with useless shit ie. bath robes, 4 sweaters even though middle of summer, no shorts etc.) <br> 11:20- my dad drives us towards the camp but stops to pick up my sister from a seaport, my friend and I are in a small island village feeling intensely messed up after 2hours of sleep and of course the LSD... everythings skipping, like cars weren't moving fluidly they would disappear and reappear 10m ahead... I can't tell you how hard it was to cross the road, we were stumbling trying to find some weed while my dad waited for my sister but we only imagined dealers and were too nervous to ask anyone... we got back to my dad and in the car <br> 12:20- arrive at camp still totally whacked and meet all these new faces and total strangers, we must appear nervous but that's because we're hallucinating and they look more like 6 foot tall demons than teenagers. <br> <br> 12:40- we end up explaining to them we are still messed on acid and fortunately they are an open minded lot and talk to us about their experiences and trip us out by waving fingers at us etc. <br> 15:00- a few hours pass being talkative and meeting new people, visuals disappear and colours dim back to normal shades, body feelings continue, it's about 1 in the afternoon I think <br> 16:00- we go swimming I can not tell you how good and strange it felt. <br> 17:00- acid trip is all but memories and a vague tired feeling and giggly feeling, though we then pop 2 antidepressants each and come straight back up into a nauseaus speed frenzy <br> 17:45- antidepressant sickness ends, just speed feeling <br> 18:30- it's over again... the end... it was FUN! <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: 9290</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 24, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,395</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9290&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9290&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 26:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 26:00</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+ 194:00</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+ 195:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">68 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Hace dos semanas estaba muy ansioso por probar Xtasy y salir a bailar asi que hable con un amigo mio que podia conseguirmelos y fuimos a la fuente. Consegui una pastilla 'TT' y otras dos que no tenian nombre. El viernes 20, como se festeja el dia del amigo en la Argentina decidi probar las pastillas sin nombre porque me queria guardar la TT para la rave del sabado. <br> <br> Tome una de las pastillas a eso de las 12 de la noche, y deje que se disuelva en mi boca, su sabor no era feo. A los 15 minutos comence a sentir los efectos y mi vision comenzo a ponerse borrosa, al mismo tiempo que una sonrisa se instalo en mi cara para no irse en toda la noche. Pase a buscar a mi mejor amigo, 'el negro', y nos fuimos a un boliche llamado 'Margarita'. Mientras manejaba sentia que mi cuerpo no pesaba nada, y me sentia uno con el mismo auto. El negro estaba asombrado de lo bien que estaba manejando a pesar del trafico que habia. Entramos al boliche y no fue muy de mi agrado, me sentia muy bien, no necesitaba nada, por suerte pasaban musica que a mi me gustaba y me la pase cantando toda la noche. Me quede sentado ahi sonriendole a todo el mundo (me sentia muy bien, ni siquiera ganas de bailar tenia) hasta que se empezo a ir la gente y El negro y yo decidimos irnos. A la salida nos encontramos con unos amigos y los lleve a todos de vuelta para el barrio. Yo me fui a acostar a mi casa. Eran las 6 de la madrugada. <br> <br> El sabado 21 siguiente consegui pepas (asi se llaman aca a los blotters de LSD) Ciclista, muy frescas, y decidi que esa noche iba a ir a una fiesta Cream en 'CLUBLAND'. A las 2 de la madrugada pase a buscar a mi amiga 'J'. Era su primera vez en acido, asi que ella fue tomando de a cuartitos hasta llegar a 3/4 de pepa. Yo tome medio Xtasy TT y a los 15 minutos comenzaron los efectos y me puse a bailar. Tambien tome media pepa. Y despues de dos horas la otra mitad del TT. Baile toda la noche. Sentia que todo el mundo en esa fiesta comprendia lo que me pasaba, que todos estaban sintiendo lo mismo que yo, aunque mi parte racional, me decia que eso seria improvable y no me deje llevar por eso. Me la pase bailando y tomando agua y jugos de naranja. Luego 'J' y yo nos quedamos bailando con un grupo de chicos que estaban inhalando Popper. Mi cuerpo no podia parar de moverse al ritmo de la musica, cada tanto descansaba para no forzar mi organismo. Cada tanto ibamos a la pista de afuera para respirar un poco de aire y nos quedabamos filosofando. Nos quedamos ahi hasta que cerro y luego mi amiga y yo nos fuimos a dar una vuelta en auto. Luego fuimos a mi casa, y nos quedamos hablando de las cosas de la vida con una sinceridad increible. Todo parecia tener sentido. Una sensacion indescriptible. Luego la lleve a su casa mientras pasabamos en el auto un cd de Chemical Brothers. <br> <br> El sabado 28, decidi tener una experiencia un poco mas fuerte, y aprovechando que tenia en mi poder pepas 'Marilyn Monroe', hable con 'J' y fuimos a Clubland otra vez. Ella tomo una dosis y yo tome 2, una antes de entrar y la otra a las dos horas. Ese sabado baile como nunca, Mi cuerpo parecia fundirse con la musica y cerraba los ojos y veia maravillosas formas fractales, caleidoscopicas, como nunca antes. Esta vez con 'J' no podiamos hablar, estabamos maravillados y lo unico que podiamos hacer era bailar y bailar. Luego algo inesperado me sucedio. De repente mi cuerpo se puso pesado, como si no tuviera mas fuerzas para moverme y me sente en un costado. Cerre los ojos y vi las formas y colores mas maravillosas que jamas he visto. Toda mi vida cobraba sentido, me di cuenta de todos mis errores y supe porque me pasaban las cosas, llegue al fondo de mis problemas, un poco me bajonee, pero pude sobrellevar la sensacion muy bien y me concentre en las figuras que cambiaban majestuosamente al compas de la musica, los olores, y las sensaciones. No podia comunicarme con nadie. Me habia convertido en algo completamente perceptivo a todo lo que tenia alrededor. Estaba muy cansado tambien. Asi que le pedi a 'J' que me haga compañia en mi casa un rato para descansar y despues la lleve a su casa. Luego de descansar los efectos del LSD se fueron sin dejarme siquiera un dolor de cabeza. Fue hermoso. <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: 8463</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 22, 2004</td><td>Views: 1,981</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8463&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8463&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Mystical Experiences (9), Multi-Day Experience (13), General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">400 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/sertraline/">Pharms - Sertraline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Here is a good example and lesson on the dangers of drug interactions. <br> <br> I arrived at T's house early in the evening. Her mother had asked me to housesit, as the house has been subject to previous burglaries. Other friends, R and P, came with me. R cooked some chicken soup, as i decided to consume four 100mg Zoloft tablets (I later learned from the PDR that in no circumstances should any patient take more than 200mg of Zoloft per day.) I am also not a depressed person. Shortly thereafter I took two hits of LSD, forgetting about the Zoloft. I do not recall my exact motives for taking Zoloft, and so much of it. In about 20 minutes, I quickly felt the acid hit and was unable to eat any chicken soup, though I enjoyed standing next to the pot and smelling it. I was experiencing a rather pronounced case of synesthesia, as all of my senses seemed to be rather pronounced and indistinguishable from others. Primarily, I felt smells and associated them with warmth. I left the kitchen in order to take a shower, and began to feel extremely intoxicated, and not feeling quite so well. <br> <br> I attributed it to not being near the pleasant smell of chicken soup, and being in a bright bathroom. I was able to take a shower, though I had to constantly tell myself to remain calm, since I was starting to have rather strong visual and audio hallucinations, and my mind was racing and overflowing with senseless thoughts. Upon leaving the bathroom, I laid down in a bedroom and listened to DJ Spooky's album Songs of a Dead Dreamer, which somehow invoked terror in me. At this point, I was no longer able to think in English, but all my thoughts either manifested in a weird musical language or in some horrible gibberish. I began to get feelings that everyone hated me. I was not too concerned, and just figured the acid wasn't all that great, however it was much stronger than I had expected, or at least others having taken the same stuff told me it was sort of weak. I later learned that Zoloft works by increasing serotonin levels, while LSD, amongst other things, depresses them. This must have led to an intensification of LSD's effects, as well as some other bad interactions. Looking for some encouragement, I went into the living room where everyone was watching The Jungle Book movie and smoking weed. <br> <br> I felt a bit better, since it's a pretty much happy movie, and it boosted my spirits. At this point I believe things turned for the worse, since I am not sure of the exact course of events, but at some point I was unable to properly focus my eyes or see anything but a blend of colors and sounds. I somehow sensed that I was beginning to vomit, and i looked for a place to vomit, but could find none, eventually finding a toilet. I'm not sure how I found the bathroom, since I couldn't really see properly, but I found it all right. Anticipating future vomiting, I sat on a picnic table outside. People were concerned, so they came outside, brought me water and asked if I was ok. I couldn't really speak, but I drank some fluids, then vomited some more. In a bit, P suggested I go on a walk with him, to speed things up and ease the scattered thoughts. This helped, but I began to feel a feeling of rather intense sickness spread over my body. I thought that I might have food poisoning, and was convinced of the fact for quite some time. <br> <br> I came back to the house, and said I felt better, but then I felt much worse. R and T went to buy cigarettes, though I didn't want them to leave, thinking I might need to go to the hospital for food poisoning. I had eaten some old chicken earlier in the day, so this wasn't really a bad hypothesis. After they left I realized I would have to keep myself from passing out or dying until they got back, so this improved my mood, and I quit worrying about dying. A short few minutes later, I once again lost focus in my eyes, and began staggering about and trembling rather severely. I felt very hot and sweaty and took my shirt off. My vision became a total blackout in a bit, and i hunched over, but did not fall on the ground, fearing i might not get up. I lost consciousness for a brief second, then found myself still standing, but sweating so profusely that it was dripping off of my body very quickly. I felt very sick and weak, and P suggested I sit down, which I hadn't considered before. I laid on the hood of a car and let sweat evaporate. It felt very good and I was thankful for my body's natural cooling system. R and T came back, and I informed them that I would not die, and that I would be fine as long as I kept my morale up. I felt this information to be important. <br> <br> After a while I felt very cold, then went inside to take a shower to warm myself up. Once I was in the shower I realized that heat would be transferred to my body by the hot water much slower than it would be released by the water evaporating from my skin. By the time I realized this I was very cold, shivering uncontrollable, and felt gripped by hypothermia. At this time I was still tripping as hard as ever, so this did not improve things at all. I put clothes on, then jumped into a bed and bundled up, but I was unable to recover my body warmth, even though P and R had put all the blankets in the house over me. I began to lose consciousness and feel myself sink into a coma or something of the sorts where I had foreign and reptilian thoughts. I snapped out of it and looked up at friends for help. R decided she would lie in the bed with me for a while. After a few minutes of this, I was still very cold, but did not feel myself on the verge of losing consciousness, then was glad again for not dying. After a while I felt warm again. I kept drinking fluids and lying down, but realized my body had become very weak, and my jaw ached from shivering so much. <br> <br> After a while, I became very hot and realized I had somewhat of a fever. Being so weak, it was a great chore to stand up and walk to the bathroom, which I had to do a couple of times. The LSD had worn down some, but I still had terrifying closed eye visuals whenever I tried to rest my eyes. It was also difficult to lift water to my lips to drink. I began to think of the luxuries a hospital could afford me, but decided against it, since it would be so expensive. P brought me some broth and water for the protein and fluids, as well as some tylenol for the fever. I had become delirious and noticed myself mumbling and growling in attempts to ward off the sickness. After a while I felt I could safely fall asleep and rest and remain breathing. I had trouble breathing the whole night, and often found myself taking huge breaths and gasping to get more and more oxygen in. <br> <br> An annoyance was that I was unable to sleep due to the acid. What bad luck. I had noticed R was vomiting in the bathroom earlier, and I met her in the hallway for some reason, and she said she also felt very sick, and I realized it was the Zoloft making us sick, since she had taken 300mg herself. Acid having almost worn away, and confident I would not die if i fell asleep, I got a good six or seven hours of sleep. I woke up in the morning feeling burnt out, weak and sick, but I was extremely glad not to be dead. T later made me a little card that said 'Best Housesitter Ever.' What I learned: Zoloft is worse than I thought. I had actually thought of taking a lot more, say seven or eight pills, but for some reason decided against it. I'm quite sure I'd be dead if I did. Maybe this story can discourage someone from overdosing on Zoloft while tripping. Peace. <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: 8134</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 28, 2004</td><td>Views: 30,897</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8134&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8134&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Sertraline (88), LSD (2) : Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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>   Four or five of us were skipping school and hanging out at a favorite local tripping spot, a small woodsey area at the base of a hill on a local semi-private golf course. It was a weekday morning on a warm spring day and the course wasn't open. We were all peaking pretty good, joking and strumming guitars, just goofing around. But we were kinda quiet, too; we were not suppose to be on the golf course and we didn't want to be confronted and shooed away by the groundskeeper. Suddenly we noticed a young man, maybe late-20s, about 75 yards away, walking past us from our right to left. He was white, sandy hair, casual dressed with a light jacket and was toting a green fabric daypack. We really quieted down, but he didn't glance over, he just kept marching along right down a fareway. When he got directly in front of us he suddenly made a 90 degree turn and without missing a step he started walking directly toward us. <br> <br> I must emphasize that in making the turn, he did a fast half-twist in mid-stride, very amplified, sort of like player in a marching band, and it was in extreme contrast to the normalcy of his gait. Also, we had been watching him walk for at least two minutes before he turned toward us, and when he did turn, he created a right angle with his new direction. This seemed significant, too, probably because he wasted many steps by not turning in our direction earlier. Again, he had not once looked directly at us from the moment we noticed him. Nor did he look at us even once while he walked that 75 yards straight toward our suddenly silent group. He was looking down at the ground in front of him the whole time. As he approached the last 10 yards, he had to walk down and back up a small dry conctrete creek bed. Two steps out of the creek bed and right in front of our group he stopped and raised his head. He looked slowly around our group, and softly said.... <br> <br> 'Acid tears holes in the fabric that seperates this and the next world. If you're not careful you can get caught on the other side.' <br> <br> Then he turned around, walked directly away from us for about 75 yards, made a perfect 90 degree turn to the left and resumed on his initial way. While he was doing that walk away, we sat stunned, giggling and freaked out. It wasn't till he was out of sight that we lost it, all started talking at once and rolled around with the wierdness of it all. <br> <br> It's now 20+ years later, and my friends and I will all still swear this is a true story. I told it a while back to a shaman who simply said, 'It was a spirit sent to warn you about fooling around with LSD.' I also learned, years later, that in those days, one of our group, John, had been taking 4 hits of acid for every single hit the rest of us took. I think I did 2 hits that day, so John may have done 6-8 hits. John kept his habits extreme, and a few years later he REALLY totally fucked up his life with cocaine, so maybe he was the intended audience. I don't have a reason for the story, it just happened. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1979</td><td width="90">ExpID: 9880</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 6, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,372</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9880&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9880&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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> </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>   Firstly I regard myself as something of a (hateful cliche) free spirit. I practise Yoga every day and meditate at least three times a week. I believe this prepared me well for the LSD experience. This report is on what is probably about my 20th trip in about two years. I'll skip the usual 'Is anything happening?', rumours, myths and political innuendo here. <br> <br> About 2 hours into the trip (which I ingested at about 1500 that afternoon) I did my usual Yoga routine. (at this stage I was at about level 2 of 5 of the Psychedelic experience). I found breathing/movement coordination to be improved and my awareness of energy flowing through the body heightened. On the negative side, my balance was slightly impaired, though not significantly so. <br> <br> Following that I meditated for about a half hour. Initially it was difficult to calm my mind with the myriad of low pH flavoured thoughts but once I reached The State my meditation brought me through full course to a very interesting place. By allowing my attention to centre on my Brow Chakra (Third Eye) and allow that consciousness to expand outward to infinity after Hara Consciousness was attained I was able to fully remove my self from the ego and all games. I recommend the online paper <a href="http://www.erowid.org/spirit/yoga/yoga_info1.shtml">'Psychedelic Yoga'</a>. <br> <br> At around 7 I met with my girlfriend, and (personal details omitted). My experience of sex that night was one of heightened awareness of my partner resulting in a very intense experience (word to the wise-NEVER attempt to see a significant other without making them aware of your altered state. This will save your relationship. Think about it). Now. My trip reached its highest point at about 1030pm. 6hours in odd. The report below occurred with closed eyes lying down on my bed. I was not asleep. Here is my description: <br> <br> I'm standing in a dark field witha loomin g building to my left. The building is dark with a single light atop the building. I'm wearing a tattered tailcoat with long monk-robe like sleeves. ahead is a throne which I can barely make out. Thre is a nun in blue and white robes in front of the throne. I walk toward her. <br> <br> As I start walking I become aware of a huge funeral procession behind me. playing a mournful dirge in a sombre cacophany. They are also proceeding to the throne. When I approach the nun on her right hand side I see she is crying. She begins to scream as she waves a gold medalion back and forth. The crowd behind me appraches me slowly as though swimming in the air. The nun begins to cry. Tears of blood streaming from each eye and the crowd begins to attack each other. They bite, tear and fight. tearing pieces of flesh from young and old alike. <br> <br> I fall and cloe my eyes. When I open them I am at the foot of a staircase covered in writing I cannot read. I climb the stairs and look over the balcony they end in. There is a group of masked actors performing silently below me. I open my eyes to the swimming luxuriant silence of my real-world awareness. <br> <br> This was a pretty intense trip, but I would say an overall positive experience. <br> <br> Peace and Light. <br> LiquidSky. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 37128</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 5, 2004</td><td>Views: 17,106</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=37128&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=37128&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Meditation (128) : Combinations (3), Various (28)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">112 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Let me start by saying that I was completely clean before this. Never been high, never want to - never been drunk, never smoked, nor do I even wish to taste alcohol or nicotine. But this, this is something different. And it's the only thing I've done. A few weeks prior a friend of mine had come up with putting me on acid, since, according to general belief, I rarely made sense anyway, and hyped-up I would surely be at least twice as interesting. he put the idea forward to me, so I went and spent about a week thoroughly researching the chemical and its effects. <br> <br> It was either a Friday or a Saturday night, and I had presented my friend with an enormous poster advertisment designed to coerce my fellow students into buying yearbooks - I had liberated it from the hall of our highschool earlier that week. We and another friend of mine had been driving around shortly after nightfall, and had stopped in the parking lot of one of our local theatres. we got out to take in a breath of fresh air, and my friend turned to me and held out an Altoid box lined with foil. Inside there were these two little squares of paper, and as I looked at them I became just a little perplexed. 'I just take one?' I asked, and he replied, 'Yeah, take this one, though, I think something may've happened to the other one to make it a bit weak. Just put it on your tongue, and hold it there, you can touch it to the roof of your mouth if you want.' 'Kay,' I said, and took it sitting down in the back seat. we drove around for a while larger, while my friends constantly interrogated me, asking if things were breathing (I had no idea), if car lights were streaking, and things like that. <br> <br> After we drove around a bit more, we decided to stop by a place where a few more of our friends work, and would just now be closing. When we got out of the car, I was aware of feeling slightly jittery, and was making the occasional grin every now and then. My other friend brought with him the poster, so he could show it off, and in we went. I stood around and looked about, and I remember someone telling a joke that was barely funny in the least, but I found myself laughing hysterically, actually to the point of having tears in my eyes. As I recovered, someone hit me in the back with the folded up plastic poster. I felt like I had never been more terrified in my entire life. The shock must have been readily apparent on my face as I stiffened, as several of my friends gave a light chuckle. Minutes later, I was hit with the poster again, and found it just as terrifying. Afterwards my friend took me to the bathroom so I could see my pupils in the mirror - I don't recall being particularly impressed, although this was most likely due to the fact I never pay attention to my pupils anyway. <br> <br> Sometime, during this brief gathering, plans had formed to go to a friend of mine's, Jessica's, where apparently everyone I was good friends with were going to to watch everything all come down. We got back in the car, and I made sure to lock the door; just in case I got some sort of stupid idea, which, of course, I didn't. About five minutes later I felt slightly nauseous and puked. I had the foresight to keep my mouth shut, but nobody knew no matter how many times I kicked on the seat. Eventually, after another desperate 'Mmm!' the point got across and my friend sped up to about 85mph so he could pull into the parking lot of our old middle school so I could puke on the entrance road instead of his seat. At this point, of course, I was coming up rather strongly and was having incredible difficulty with the door lock. I finally managed to open it, gave up on the seat belt, and leaned over and puked. I was duly impressed with myself - no mess, and I usually made one sober! After my friends made sure I was OK, we got back in the car. <br> <br> I was, by now, grinning like a madman. My friend stressed to me how important it was to act normal around the parents when we walked into the house; before we could get downstairs we would most likely have to deal with them. I nodded firmly, feeling like I had just been charged with a very important mission. We pulled up to the house, and as I got out I immediately threw myself into the ground and rolled around on the grass. Presumably, this was to wipe off the vomit that wasn't actually on me, but whatever. I felt like I was ready, said so, and we went up to the door. 'Don't say anything,' my friend warned, and I nodded again. Mission Impossible music was playing in my head. The door opened, and we were escorted in, and as we passed the parents, I felt brave. 'Hi!' I ventured, waving happily before I turned to follow everyone else downstairs. I had succeeded in fooling them! I felt like a total badass. We went into the basement living room, complete with sink, couches, lights, and a 50-billion inch TV. Everyone was there, just staring at me. I grinned. <br> <br> We spent some time just talking while I stared transfixed at the Ottoman. It had a wavy pattern to its cloth, and it was flowing and moving back and forth. 'Jessica! You have the coooooooooooolest Ottawa!' I exclaimed, and then abruptly stood up. 'I want some water,' I said, and headed over to the sink. A few steps behind the couch, I lost my balance and fell. I was helpfully informed that I needed to walk more like jello. As I stood up, I gasped, suddenly aware of the fact that my centre of gravity had been moved. I tried to explain this, but something got lost in the translation and I just blabbed, 'My crotch is falling!' This was met with widespread amusement and acceptance, and I turned to the sink, successfully filling up a glass with water. It was a glass but had that fancy almost crystal look to it. I held it in my hand and swirled it a bit, as if it had wine in it. I have never had wine, but, well, I had seen movies. I sure felt debonair. I was calm - cool, collected. I sat back down, leisurely sipping from my drink and acting normal. It lasted about, oh, thirty seconds, and after that we got into a conversation about magic tricks. <br> <br> Something started to form in my mind, and I will try to reconstruct my thought process of about two seconds here for you: 'magic copperfield showgirls TV trick watre glass tiger zebra Oz dinosaur apples trick magic stuff.' This resulted in me feeling sorry for the poor, exploited showgirls, and to show my compassion, I offered up, 'If I were David Copperfield, I'd turn my boxers into a lady.' This too was met with much approval, although I don't quite think anyone got my meaning. I lay down on the floor, and somehow mentioned that I had guts of steel. 'Didn't you vomit on the way over here?' someone challeneged, but I was ready! I was prepared. We had just learned about it in history, so I felt like now, right here, on LSD, would be an EXCELLENT time to show how smart I was. 'Yeah, but back then, I had guts of copper. They're steel now. They underwent the Bessemer Steel Process.' Another friend of mine, a grade level below me, blinked and looked up. 'What's the Bessemer Steel Process?' he asked, and I stood to tell him. <br> <br> I was peaking at this point, and drooling a little so I must've looked like I was foaming at the mouth. I wiped my mouth off, and nodded. 'Well, I'll tell you.' And I did. Kind of. A bit. I started on what was going to be an informative lecture, but somewhere I got sidetracked. A lot. Over and over. In the same spot. I had to keep being reminded, but since I kept losing steam, I had to start over. My friend put his hand on my shoulder and gently suggested perhaps I ought to lay down. In the hallway. Away from everyone. I wiped more spittle from my mouth, and agreed. I lay down in the darkened hall, and closed my eyes. I had some of the most incredible visuals I ever have. They were in deep tones of VGA, the psychedelic reds and greens swirling into some kind of vortex I was falling through. I was aware of demons clawing at me as I plummetted, and I raised and let my arms drop as I rolled from side to side, bumping into the walls and thumping my hands on the floor. I suddenly felt very snake-ish, and was aware of just slithering through grasses, tasting the air with my tongue. <br> <br> I lay there for about twenty minutes, relishing in the different realms of my consciousness before I got up and slowly walked back into the room. Whatever convesation was going on, it stopped upon my arrival. It was like one of those scenes when the kooky comic relief walks into a saloon in the old west. Everyone completely stopped and stared at me. I walked over, next to Jessica, and sat down quietly. 'So, what happened?' someone asked me. I grinned and stretched out on the floor, closing my eyes and splaying my arms out in front of me on the floor. 'I was....a snake...' I said, and wriggled around as I kept my eyes shut and visualized sliding and slithering around. I never divulged to any of them the rest of what I saw and experienced, as at some point I realized there was pizza. I had been playing with the dog the whole night, and as I got up, this time was no exception. I stood, and asked if I could have a slice. 'Sure, man, help yourself,' my friend responded. I stood, took a slice, and sat back down. It was delicious, and as I finished up the last of the cheese topping and was left with just the saucy remainder of the crust. <br> <br> I became acutely aware of the fact the dog wasn't around. 'Say, where's the dog?' I asked, and then glanced to what appeared to be a bloody chunk of meat on a bone in my hand. I was HORRIFIED! What a faux pas! Here I was, invited to her house, eating her food, and there! I had just EATEN HER DAMN DOG! 'Wait...no. That's stupid,' I said, and laughed. As far as I know, only maybe 3 people realized what I was thinking. Someone mentioned that someone else was coming over, and my friend conspiratorially suggested that nobody tell him I was on acid. I stiffened, picking up my glass of water again and instantly feeling suave. 'Yeah, okay. I can do that,' I said. I managed to remember I was playing it cool for maybe almost a minute before my underclassman friend looked at me. 'So...what's the Bessemer Steel Process, Will?' I gasped in astonishment. The Bessemer Steel Process! That had been YEARS ago! 'Wow, okay!' I said, and as he delightfully giggled and everyone else groaned, I launched into my lecture again. <br> <br> The newcomer arrived, and periodically I would blurt, 'Shit! I forgot where I was,' and after picking up my water and doing an awful job of acting normal for a while (30 seconds, tops), I would forget what I was doing and launch into the steel refining process again. I went on for, I'm told, about TWO HOURS. Two hours of the same four or five sentences rephrased constantly. It would have been longer, but the girl whose house were at distracted me with the jellybeans. Eventually midnight came around. and we had to leave - no boys after 12! We are apparently notoriously naughty and not to be trusted. It was time to say goodbye. I turned to everyone in kind, saying goodbye to them all. I even caught a reflection of the glasses in the TV, and bid adieu to them as well. 'Bye, Crystal,' I said, and nobody really paid much heed. We went back to the car, to my friend's house, and into the downstairs basement apartment. I crashed on the bed while he put on some Tool or something, leaving me inside the dark bedroom all alone. <br> <br> With the door shut, it was pitch black and the only thing I could make out was the phosphorescent glow of the plastic bat hanging from the ceiling. I felt like there was an infinite expanse of vast space before me, and as I closed my eyes I could hear the dull throb of the base and guitar chords in the next room. I saw the images of electric yellow oscillating and pulsing and cracking like light on my eyelids. I don't know when I fell alseep, but it was a GREAT night. There are several things that don't fit into any particular time frame - my friend trying to get me to tell him when a minute had passed, and me making feeble attempts every few seconds, or thirty minutes later, stabbing in the dark to guess. I remember petting the dog and becoming aware of the fact that with my eyes closed I was playing the dog like a harp. I saw bone and sinew stretched between as I plucked the cords, hearing the music that nobody else could. It was beautiful to me, but I garnered only horrified stares from the two people who realized what was going on. <br> <br> I remember a friend of mine walking in the room four times in a row, which completely bewildered me. I remember him putting the jellybeans up high, daring me to get them, and I simply jumped over the couch. Hot damn, I felt triumphant. There is lots other, but this is just what sticks in my mind the most. I've dropped acid almost twenty times since then, and love the experience every time, always new and different way. <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: 9891</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 21, 2004</td><td>Views: 8,093</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9891&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9891&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">112.5 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/venlafaxine/">Pharms - Venlafaxine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I've been taking Effexor extended release (Venlafaxine) for almost a year now for treatment of depression, currently 112.5mg/day. Prior to being on effexor, I had tripped many times with LSD and with mushrooms (psilocybes). Since starting on effexor, I have found that the effects of shrooms, and especially acid, are greatly diminished in comparison to similar doses when not on effexor. Friends who I regularly tripped with were having a great time, saying this was the best acid that had come around in a while, and I was barely feeling anything. The best way I can describe it is this: the trips started, but never got off the ground. About an hour or so after eating a few hits, i started to get the typical body energy thing that usually escalated into full-on trip, but the trip never came. I basically had a mild body trip for a few hours but there were no visuals (other than maybe some mild peripheral tracers) and worst of all, there was no head trip whatsoever. So I felt like i was tripping physically for a few hours and couldn't sleep, but my state of mind was absolutely sober. <br> <br> This has been my experience each time I have tried acid or mushrooms since being on effexor. Not necessarily a reason to go off of an anti-depressant, but certainly a very unfortunate side-effect. I've seen some other similar accounts with effexor and other ssri's and psychedelics, but I just thought I'd add mine. <br> -Be safe, Be wise. Know yourself, Know your drugs. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 35488</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 6, 2004</td><td>Views: 24,820</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=35488&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=35488&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Venlafaxine (191), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">sublingual</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/datura/">Datura</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">1 cup</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/datura/">Datura</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 drops</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>(extract)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 cups</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> </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">118 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   A friend of mine (P) got given some acid. Two big tabs. I was dubious but he was keen to share it. B and I had half each. I actually shared a quarter with another friend M but since it was ‘free’ acid which I couldn’t taste and seemed to be coated in alluminium or something I knew I’d need every bit I could get, so M didn’t get much of a chew and consequently didn’t feel anything (he’s never tripped before – this was my 10th time). After a little while sitting around drinking at P’s flat (which was full of strangers he’d randomly invited over having never met before) B and I were taken into P’s room, where I noticed some strange looking substance on a mirror. ‘What’s that?’ I asked. ‘Datura’ P casually replied. I was a little taken aback as one might imagine. Given that I was well aware of the dangers of Datura and never intended to try it I was a little shocked to learn that P was indulging in the wicked herb quite regularly. He even assured me that it was fine and that people only fuck out because they take too much. <br> <br> Anyway, we were going to smoke some pot but nobody had any, so P suggested we pack in a few bowls of Datura. I was reluctant but as I was looking forward to a fat night out and was well aware that the acid was shit I had a few puffs. It didn’t do anything. I don’t think smoking it actually works to be honest. However, about half an hour later, once we had smoked a little weed oil and I was beginning to feel the anxiety and restlessness that always accompanies the onset of acid, P gave us each a mug of mysterious hot water. It was Datura tea. I drank a cup. Someone said it tasted like oysters or clams or something. P and B had two cups each. Crazy bastards. We then decided to hit the town. <br> <br> As we headed into town P kept reiterating how wasted he was. I was feeling a bit trippy. My limbs were all quite heavy and I had the pleasant ‘fuzzies’ from the acid. Unfortunately it never got any more intense than that and for the rest of the night I was feeling decidedly sober. In the head at least. I only drank about half a dozen beers. This is mainly because the Datura fucked up my throat so badly that I had to resort to water. It didn’t help though. My mouth was fine – more saliva than usual if anything – but my throat was DRY. So bad was it that every time I gargled water in an attempt to moisten it, it was dry again within seconds. And very painful. Ruined my whole night in fact. I would say that’s reason alone to never do Datura, but of course there are many more. Strange things were happening by this stage. When I went to drink my water it seemed like a huge effort to get the sipper up to my mouth. I must have looked like an absolute retard but at the time I shrugged it off and simply thought ‘hey that’s funny. My arms are really heavy!’ <br> <br> I left two boxes of beer in the shop where I bought my water, so I went back to grab them and we headed off to the ‘roof’ – a regular drinking spot where we often go to finish off our drinks before hitting the clubs. When we got there though, we were kicked out straight away by a security guard. As I went to pick up the beers and move on I realized I didn’t have them and still have no idea where they went. By now things were very strange. I felt fine, mind you. Totally sober almost, except for a slight drunk feeling, a bit of the warm fuzzies and an incredibly sore dry throat. B on the other hand was messed up pretty bad. He threw up a whole lot of bile on the way into town (which can’t have helped his throat), and when we got there he was an absolute mess. He would wander along behind us for a little bit then we’d turn around and he’d be gone. So I’d have to go back into the crowd to find him standing outside Burger King or something just standing there staring at a rubbish bin. So I’d drag him along a bit further and then he’d just vanish again. He reckons that he could only mumble incoherently all night and that he waited in line at a food store and when he got to the front he emptied his wallet onto the counter and stood there mumbling at the attendant. <br> <br> All three of us were also noticing with alarming regularity that the ground kept falling out from under our feet. That I must say was extremely weird. Kind of cool though. At the time I just thought ‘hey, that’s funny. The ground keeps falling away!’ Eventually P went off to grab a taxi home (although apparently he didn’t know the way home, doesn’t remember how he got home, and didn’t make it home for another few hours!), while me and B went to catch the bus. I was feeling pretty sober by now (I actually think it’s possibly an effect of the drug that it makes you THINK everything’s normal – like when you wake up from a bizarre dream that seemed so familiar while you were dreaming it…). I was looking forward to going to bed. I jumped on the bus, paid my $5 fare and sat down with my back to the door across from D’s brother (D being the guy who piked out on us for the night). B followed me onto the bus. He may or may not have paid his fare, he can’t remember, but after a little while standing there (possibly mumbling to the driver) he got off the bus again. <br> <br> Before I had the chance to pull him back on the door closed and the bus started driving away. B just stood there waving with a twisted grin on his face. He was rooted. I chatted away with D’s brother all the way home quite soberly but every couple of minutes I would ‘snap out of it’ and start trying to use my computer, thinking I was at work. I’d start typing, notice my keyboard was gone, sketch out, then realize I was on a bus and sketch out even more. It was as if the bus ride was just a daydream and I was actually at work on the computer. I was aware that I was on Datura though so I wasn’t too worried. The weirdest thing was that it just kept happening all the way home. <br> <br> The next day my pupils were still quite huge and I worried that my folks might notice but they didn’t. I also felt really strange and anxious all day – especially since I couldn’t track down B and felt guilty for leaving him in town… he was fine though. Reckons he just stood there thinking about running to the next bus stop but didn’t move. That night I was back at my flat and I smoked some pot before going to bed. When I was in bed it seemed like my arm wasn’t attached to my body and it was just lying beside me. I was also thinking some really bizarre thoughts. I worried that even though I had been sober all day that I was actually still having delusions and just not realizing it. <br> <br> As a conclusion I’d say to anyone who takes drugs that whatever reason you have to do drugs – and there are many – don’t bother with datura. It doesn’t make you feel euphoric or high. It makes you feel normal. It makes you dream while you’re awake, and it isn’t until you wake up from a dream that you realize how fucked up it was. The bottom line: Datura is dangerous and deceiving. If you think it’s cool to fuck your head up and walk naked through a river thinking you’re in town with your friends going ‘man, this Datura doesn’t do shit’ to people that aren’t even there then take it. You probably deserve what’s coming to you anyway. <br> <br> As for me – I won’t be trying it again. No point. I didn’t feel wasted. I just was. I prefer the exact opposite. Like pot or acid – drugs that make me feel fucked up but I'm still able to act normal (to a degree) in public. Datura is a soul-stealing drug and I would strongly recommend against trying it. It simply isn’t worth it. <br> <br> GOOSEMAN <br> New Zealand <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: 12566</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 4, 2004</td><td>Views: 21,086</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12566&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12566&amp;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), Datura (15) : Combinations (3), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <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</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/tobacco/">Tobacco - Cigarettes</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">62 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   This was the 6th time I was using LSD. It’s not very easy to find around here ( but not very hard as well), I loved it since the first time I tried it, but blotters used to be quite weak, and the last 2 times I bought them, I got ripped of. I once bought 4 condom blotters and I had to take them all to trip (and I didn’t tripped hard at all), and I’ve bought 2 totally bunk blotters as well. I got a bit “scared” of wasting my money on acid, and even if I had the chance to buy them, I’d rather blow my money on E or speed. Also, before I tried acid, I pictured it as a powerful visual-inducing drug, but when I tried it, I didn’t got any visuals at all apart from some mild colour-enhancement. I truly enjoyed the open-minded feeling and the euphoria though. <br> <br> But finally I had the opportunity of buying some good acid. A close friend of mine told me he could get me some very strong microdots. I decided to buy 2, for 10€ each. I went to his house in the morning, probably around 11AM, bought the acid and went back home, where I had lunch (only soup and some fruit, I didn’t wanted to fill my stomach with “heavy” food) and half an hour later I opened one of the plastics where the dots were closed (sealed without air for some reason…), I put it in a glass of water to be sure I’d swallow it and drank it. Then I went to the living-room and watched some TV. <br> <br> In that moment, I didn’t think about my mindset because I wanted to trip so bad…. I know I should have done it, but I wasn’t in a bad mood at all. It was a normal day during summer vacations: no college, the sun was shining and there were very few and small clouds in the sky. It was quite hot and all my friends would be in one of the bars we used to go to, so I wouldn’t have to trip alone (getting high alone is one of the stupidest things to do with drugs, at least in my humble opinion).<br> <br> 40 minutes later, I was watching TV in my bedroom. I began to feel a bit nauseous. Nothing strong, only a mild pain and discomfort in my stomach. I knew it was the beginning of something, and waited. The nausea almost totally subsided, and I was feeling more energetic. Mild at first, and then it got stronger. I got up and went outside, to my garden. I wasn’t feeling the usual blasting euphoria I used to feel when acid was hitting me, but I was definitely starting to feel the psychological effects. Colours were a bit more vivid, but nothing special. There wasn’t visual distortion, but I had the unexplainable feeling that things looked different, weird, but in a very magical and beautiful way. I felt strangely connected to the world around me, to every plant, every animal, every single living being. And by that time, I was also getting speedier by the moment. If I didn’t knew that a dose of amphetamines wouldn’t fit in a microdot, I’d say that there was speed mixed with the LSD, but I knew it was just me reacting in an uncommon way to the drug, for me at least, because I didn’t used to get very physically stimulated with acid. <br> <br> Some 10 minutes later, the usual psychological stimulation began: my mind started racing, thoughts were reaching and leaving my head in fraction of seconds, I could be thinking about multiple things at once, mostly incoherent thoughts, but I was loving it. I stayed in the garden enjoying the effects for a while and then went back home.<br> <br> At 1:30 PM I left home, to meet my friends in a bar. I was feeling able to drive, so I took my car. <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> When I parked and left it, I was feeling enormous (I’m not a tall person at all). I would look to other cars parked in the side of the street, and they would look like they were really small. However, It wasn’t a visual distortion, just an inner and unexplainable feeling. By that moment, I was feeling very euphoric, noticing the beauty of everything around me, noticing that it was such a nice day, and also feeling very light. The wind made me feel like I was flying, it was amazing. Finally I met my friends. I told some of them what I was on (the one who openly approve of non-cannabis drugs) and we stayed there for a while, talking. I was very happy and was laughing a lot, I think that some people realised I was on something, but at that moment, it didn’t bothered me at all. I drank a coke and it tasted sooooo great… That sweet taste was very pleasing, but I think was also noticing the taste of the vegetal extracts (sweet coca  ) separately, very nice indeed, and very refreshing.<br> <br> Later (maybe an hour had passed, I don’t know for sure), we decided to go to the arcade saloon, and things got weird. My friends were playing and I was sitting next to them. I was very quiet, but my racing mind became paranoid. I was thinking that everybody was noticing that I was tripping balls. That was totally nonsense because I was just sitting there quietly and I think I knew it, but still, I was getting more and more paranoid. I had to leave that place, I told 3 of my best friends that my trip was starting to take a turn from heaven to hell, and that I just couldn’t stay there. They said they were going with me, and we went to a bar which none of us knew. We got in and went downstairs, because nobody was there. We asked for some drinks, had some cigarettes, had some very nice conversations. I was back to heaven. We talked a lot and I think I lost the sense of time. Once I realised it, it was 7:30PM and we’d been there just talking for hours. It was time for us to go home.<br> <br> And in the way home, finally, I had my first acid visuals. I first started noticing that the floor was stretching and undulating. Then, it got stronger. Not only the floor, but also every wall was dancing, being distorted. I drove home, and I got in. I turned the TV on and the colours were amazing, truly magnified. I also noticed that mind gradually slowed down, and I began feeling such a serenity, tranquillity and peace of mind, as opposed to the usual edgy feeling. I went outside one more time to see the sun disappear. The sky was very orange, and when I looked to a cloud, the cloud began morphing and assuming the shape of things like boats, horses and houses… I went to my garden again and I felt the most connected to the nature I’ve ever felt. A deep and true respect for every living being, more intense than ever. I always defended the animals rights, but I never thought of it in the way I was thinking then. I felt like even killing an insignificant insect was a crime, something disgusting. This was what I learned with this trip. <br> <br> It has been 8 months, and I’ve never intentionally killed one animal, not even one single ant, one single mosquito. I just try to get them away from my house, not letting any food exposed or using some mosquito-repellent. I love acid so much because it made me realise something that even the deep empathy of MDMA didn’t: life is sacred and the most precious thing in the world. I’m not a vegetarian because it’s natural for one species to eat another, it’s just the way nature is, but I think killing an animal if it’s not for eating, is totally wrong. <br> <br> The effects started to slowly subside as well as the visuals, and I watched some TV, had dinner and later, I went to sleep with no problems and feeling fine. Acid is a blissful drug, absolutely, it’s the only drug I think that every person should try at least once in their lives, because it makes me see that the world isn’t only what we see, makes me realise how important it is to respect our fellow man, and in nowadays society, I think that something that makes us more emotional about everything that surrounds us is a blessing. <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: 20939</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 22, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,755</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=20939&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=20939&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Various (28)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:59</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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:30</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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/methylphenidate/">Pharms - Methylphenidate</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 7:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/trazodone/">Pharms - Trazodone</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">205 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Ok I’m about to describe my first and only bad trip. It happened on xmas <br> when I got ahold of 2 hits of LSD, I’m used to tripping alone so I didn't <br> care if none of my friends could get out of their home on xmas, I could <br> handle this easily....I thought. <br> <br> At 7:45 pm I decide to swallow the 2 hits, then proceeded to smoke some pot <br> and just generally chill out. <br> <br> T+ 1:30 The trip isn't getting very strong so I decide to smoke some more <br> weed, the acid is finally coming up. Some nice red trailers, colors being <br> brighter etc. I was thinking this wasn't the best cid I ever had though, no <br> real intensity, some slight jolts down the spine. <br> <br> T+2:15 10 pm, I am high, no doubt, but out of nowhere, I start getting <br> sleepy! This was really weird to me, how can you be sleepy on acid, anyway, <br> I crushed 3 Ritalins and snorted them, thinking it would just wake me up, <br> but that wasn't anything near the truth. <br> <br> T+ 3:00 Visuals got stronger, I was happy, gigglin alone while watching the simpsons. Looked promising. <br> <br> T+3:30 My parents get home early from their xmas party! I am very annoyed by this for a few minutes then didn't mind it anymore, I got very paranoid they would notice I was seriously looking higher than anything pot could have done. They went to bed, but that's when the bad trip started. <br> <br> T+4:00 Visuals getting crazy, at this point, my memories are getting hazy, I remember walking around the house, not quite knowing what to do, sometimes staring blankly, I started feeling weird inside my head an body. <br> <br> T+7:00 My condition deteriorated, visuals faded away to be replaced by a <br> general feeling of sickness and depression, I smoked some more pot, thinking it would alleviate the way I felt, but to no avail, I started feeling panicky, I got scared of my cat for no reason, thinking it looked at me with contempt. The paranoia was getting out of hand, I didn't know for sure if I was breathing correctly, I felt like my heart would stop, I had a very bad pressure below my left foot and inside my right hand. <br> <br> T+9:00 I had enough, I swallowed 100 mg of trazodone with some cereal and <br> went to bed, my pupils got back to normal real quick and I rapidly fell into sleep. <br> <br> I woke up at 11 am feeling weird still, smoking some pot made the bad <br> feeling come back a little, but it went away later in the day. This story <br> really confuses me, was it the ritalin ? was it because my parents got home <br> earlier than supposed ? was the paranoia caused by the mixture of ritalin <br> and lsd? the only other time I was paranoid on acid was my second trip with it, and in no way was it THAT bad. I feel a bit depressed since, and generally tired, seems like this experience really wore me off. Might I recommend not mixing these 2 substances. <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: 19993</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 29, 2004</td><td>Views: 25,846</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=19993&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=19993&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Methylphenidate (114), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Reality continued to spin. An invincible spider wove an intricately sculpted web in the nighttime sky. A web connected from star to star glimmering brightly as ever against a back round of the blackest black. A black void dotted with golden grains of sand. Stars whom litter the night and find it of the up most importance to hint us in on their existence billions of miles away. <br> <br> “Holy Shit! ” Evan whispered in the lightest of tones. A tone hinted by the pure awe involved in the current situation. A situation of confusion combined with a new understanding. An event of escape which led us all on a journey so real that it made reality look a cartoon episode of the Ghostbusters! <br> <br> A shooting star had caught all three of our eyes as we stared in utter amazement. The shooting star was so vivid it was almost as if our vision was imitating the exactness of a powerful telescope. The spacescape, though appreciated and acknowledged previously, was now being seen with my eyes as if it were the first time. A freshness flooded the emotions of the situation like I had never felt before. This view of the nighttime sky which kept my eyes peeled was one of a universal stimulation. A universe of endless possibilities! A universe in which everything is connected in some mystical way. A universe in which I live! A universe which sometimes lives separate from my occasionally wandering mind. <br> <br> We stood there thoughtless in a rational sense, but the force behind the horizon was thinking for us. Idle thoughts became theories and a deluge of glowing life took control of our vision. Questions were answered as fast as they were asked. Time became meaningless and unrestrictive. Our spirits had escaped their regular limitations and exceeded earthly trivia. Those thoughts that usually occur silently in the privacy of one’s mind became elevated to take on a deeper meaning. A silence loomed over us and everything grew clearer. Everything became crystal clear as if my eyes focus had finally been adjusted correctly. I felt awakened from a previous state of sleep. Awakened from a life of bondage. The valve had been opened allowing my existence a peak at the intense realness of life. The very mixture of atoms that ultimately composes the universe and infinite galaxies beyond. For one night we were let loose to run upon the clouds and jump casually from star to star! It was truly an awakening. An awakening so strong it forces one to ask in recollection of times past, “Why have I been asleep for so long?” <br> <br> “Kevin Spacey’s face is all over the place! ” Mike proclaimed ending a 5 minute period of silence that felt more like a decade. We were back inside watching American Beauty on Evan’s 62 inch television screen. Evan and I turned to Mike and laughed in unison. The laughter which commenced was a fit of laughter so free and unrestrained that it’s echoes vibrated in the heavens. We laughed harder than if we had just caught an episode of the Simpson’s following a smoke down! I felt like a new born absorbing my surroundings in awe and confusion at the same time. For we were reduced to mere babies staring at the world with wide open eyes and not quite knowing what to make of it. This feeling of smallness in comparison to such a vast universe is a feeling that I had felt before at certain times, but not nearly as strongly. For life was opening up to us, and only us during that night. Life was understood and at the same time still all too mysterious. We didn’t know what to think or what to believe anymore. Our minds were blown away and forced to start from a new perspective. We were in the state of confusion in a heightened consciousness of pure bliss. A bliss so central to our spirit that it screams out “Answer my calls, for I am here and I can be accessed with an open mind. Indulge in my essence and you will not be disappointed! ”Our adventure with LSD was over in effects but its spirit would live on forever. <br> <br> Be knowledgable, Be sensible, Know your true priorities. . . . . . . . <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: 14259</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 17, 2004</td><td>Views: 6,712</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14259&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14259&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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 capsl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   It was a few days after New Year's eve, and me and my cousin K were doing everything in our power to find some acid. We had done acid together 3 times before, mushrooms about 4 times, ecstasy quite a few times, and of course I smoked herb with him hundreds of times. Unfortunately for my cousin he was starting a new job in which he would receive random drug-testing, and would have to quit engaging in anything but alcohol consumption for the next few years, this was our fuel to find some good psychedelics to do. One of my friends was able to help me out, and I got two homemade looking capsules of what was supposedly an LSD/MDMA mix. It was already tested and approved by my friends, so there was no worry about the quality of it. K was happy to hear about my acquisition, and we settled on a saturday night trip at my friend S' house. Me and K got to S's house, with empty stomachs (excluding the 5 vitamin C's I ate) and 'The Fast and the Furious' on tape. <br> <br> It was around 6:00 pm when we dropped the capsules, and we settled in with the sound of exhausts blazing, and intakes roaring, while we passed around a bong. At about 7:00 sharp, I noticed that everything was looking more alive than normal, and I felt a glowing warmth inside that could only be the X. K looked slightly less impressed by what was going on in his world, but I just figured we had different absorption rates. Fifteen minutes later, the whole carpet in S's room is swirling and pulsing as if it were liquid. The dark soda and cigarette ash stains on the carpet were doing very interesting things, expanding and contracting, turning into pictures of things, pictures the acid wanted me to see. I look across the room to K, who despite his distance of about 4 feet, appears to be 14 feet away, and am rewarded with a smile, and an 'I'm definitely feeling it' look on his face. The movie begins to make less and less sense, and the most disappointing thing was that it never looked different. Everything else in my field of vision was moving, and alive, swaying in an acid breeze, but the pictures on the TV remained unwarped and boring. <br> <br> We resorted to verbally bashing the terrible writing in the movie, and the false portrayal of street racing, and soon even that got old and we could no longer stand the crappiness of the movie. I really liked the movie before, but on acid its worse qualities were amplified, and it became quite an unenjoyable experience. We turned it off, and watched Comedy central instead. I decided to test my reading ability on acid, and started to read the ingredients list on my bottle of Gatorade. I knew the words, and I knew what they meant, but every attempt I made to interpret them correctly only resulted in the revealing of a hidden message under the words, which was much more important than ingredients. One of my other friends showed up and it was time to smoke again. We passed around S' new glass pipe, packed with a full bowl of some dank Humboldt herb, which definitely kicked mine and K's trip into a higher level. We sat around conversing, and telling stories, me and K producing the least coherent comments, but still we had a lot of fun and did a fair amount of laughing. <br> <br> Me and k were both pleased with the strength of our trips, only expecting to find about half a hit of acid in the capsules, we felt like there was about one full one. Blackholes absorbed every bit of movement as it slowly died away, and numb faces regained their feeling, as the acid began to leave us. Departing with such wonderful chemicals is always so sad. I know I will find it again, but when I feel its power start to die, I can't help but wish it would stay longer. Longer....... K stood up looking at his watch, and announced that it was time for him to head home. I stood to meet his handshake, and mentioned something about smoking one more time before he had to quit. He said that that night was his last. 'So this is the last time we'll smoke together?' The question was more of a statement. Neither of us had realized it until that very moment. For 2 maybe 4 years we would never share a spliff, drop the gravity bong, or smoke a blunt together. <br> <br> I love K like a brother, and we have been through a lot together - probably in past lives too - good and bad we have seen it all. The first time I ever got stoned he was there, the first time I did X, mushrooms, and LSD he was there. How could I spend the next few years doing these things with out him? The thought of not smoking with him for a long time almost made me want to cry. He would still be around, and we would still hang out a lot, but smoking herb is an important part of life for me, and for him too so it was just sad to see him lose the privelege, and to know we won't be able to partake of the herb together for a time. We both remained standing, he looked like he really did not want to leave knowing well what it meant the end of. He lingered for a few more seconds, then realized it really was over, and he had to get home, so he continued on his way out. I said 'Peace' mentally and wished him luck on his journey into sobriety. A very sad farewell indeed (despite it's temporary nature,) to my favorite and dearest trip-partner. <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: 11920</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 21, 2004</td><td>Views: 7,417</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11920&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11920&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 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+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:20</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> </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>   I would first like to mention that I strongly urge people to not try this on their own. Now that that's aside, I shall reveal how I changed my perspective on LSD, and gained much respect for it. <br> <br> It was the end of April, and a friend and I were working security at a rave in northern La. We start the day off with several bowls from the glass pipe and our ounce bought the day before, and have several more on the 3 hour drive to the venue. By the time we get to the venue, down to 3/4 ounce, very high, and full of positive energy about the evening ahead. Three hits hidden behind my drivers licence wrapped in foil, but not until I work the door a bit first. Not really caring about what people bring into the party, just watchin for weapons and all, I get to check out most of the people coming in. An hour later I dose, it's 10:00, the party's just starting, and the line slims down for a bit. A peculiar looking guy walks in, who we'll call legos for the remainder of the story, because his facial features and skin tones looked very similair to those on Lego men. Anyways, I pat legos down like everyone else, and his pockets bulge from every angle. <br> <br> I pull him aside, and say whats in your pockets man? I dont mind whatever it is as long as its not a gun, but your pockets are bulging. So he leans close to me and says 'I have a bible dropped out in my pockets, let me sell tonight hassle free and you're fed all night'. I said 'deal'. He hands me 3 sweet tarts and says 'be careful, they're triple dripped'. I hand him a bracelet, say ok, no problem, and eat all 3. Where I'm from, we only get LSD thats been cut by one or two or forty people, so I'm used to weak stuff. <br> <br> T+30mins: already starting to trip quite nicely. Decide to say goodbye to the security job (I only had to work as long as I wanted to) and wander the party lookin for fun. My 2 buddies (also tripping on some of the same paper I had before and Lego's liquid) and I move around from place to place, plotting between us who we want to run up to and strobe our microlights at and dance for. Give several lightshows, head to VIP room for some refreshments. <br> <br> T+60mins: sitting in the VIP room on the couch, staring at the ceiling. A hole appears in the 20 ft. High ceiling about 3 feet in diameter, and huge spider legs start coming through it. I dont like this at all. I get up to find a weapon to hit it with incase it gets through, and Legos appears out of nowhere and I see his lips moving, but his words were mute for a few seconds until I thought about listening to him and then I could hear him, and he was asking if I wanted some more sweet tarts. (here begins the series of events leading to the bad trip) I say sure. He hands me 4 more and leaves. I eat them. I then seek out my friend and we stand in the middle of the dance floor surveying the crowd around us. We watch as Legos circulates through the crowd of 200 kids and I see him dosing everyone. Even cops. He's walking up to police officers in the parking lot and offers them candy, and they accept! Back inside, the dj starts spinning some crazy track with sirens, cop sirens. Constant cop sirens. <br> <br> You know that feeling in the back of your mind when you know somethings going wrong? It begins here. I hear the sirens constantly and I think, the party's getting busted! I run to the door and look outside and the cops are there..but they're not coming in, they're sitting in their cars talking to each other laughing. I don't get this. I go back in and realize that I am tripping really hard. I start looking for my friend and when I find him I tell him of my condition. 'It's ok, just remember that you took acid and everything will be ok'. I try to party more but the sirens keep bothering me to a point of heated panic. Im running aorund the party, person to person, (by this point I'm pretty sure all of the poeple attending were tripping somewhat, including some dj's) trying to convince people that we should all go somewhere else besides the party. After about 20 minutes of this, I have a crowd of about 20 people following me out the door, and Legos stops me. Asks me where I'm going, hands me some candy. Before I think about it I eat it. <br> <br> T+2.5 hours: losing my mind. People are changing shades of purple and violet. When people talk to me, their words form visible letters that float from their mouths as they speak them, floating through the air around them and me. I can see their words, I can feel the words that float and bounce off of me, I can taste the words that I inhale. This is all very confusing to me, so I head outside. ..blank... <br> <br> T+?: (what I think is happening): snap out of blackout, standing in parking lot of venue, next to a police car, with the rear door open, and man who looks like a police officer standing next to me. My vision is only about 50% right now because when I try to focus on his face it melts and slides off his chin. I hear him say 'get in the car'. I say 'am I under arrest'. I hear 'yes, get in'. WE HAVE JUST LOST CABIN PRESSURE. Here begins a nightmare of old bad dreams and embarrasing moments when I felt most vulnerable, all of these come floating back to me at once at blinding speed, each with sharp clarity. I'm riding in the back of a police car, talking to my mom on a cell phone the officer gave me. For some reason, I feel it necessary to repeat over and over again my vital information (name, birthdate, address, phone number, etc.) Into the cell phone. ..black out.. Wake up, I'm at home on my couch, my friends are passed out on my floor and bed, and I feel like total dogshit. <br> <br> (what really happened): after my friends notice that I really shouldnt be at the party anymore (somewhere around 3am) they try to get me out to the car. After 20 minutes of convincing me that I wouldnt sink into the pavement if I walked on it, I trudge to my ride's car. He opens the back door and says get in. I say am I under arrest? He (wanting me to just get in so we can leave) says yes. I roll around the backseat for the next few hours in my little nightmare while my friends try to navigate the car while tripping themselves (they too had been visited by Legos, and our driver was on a quarter sheet). <br> <br> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> After a few near-accidents, my friends decide to stop on the side of the road and let it die down a bit before continuing. After a few minutes of disc jockeying, they decide to get out and look at the stars (interstate, middle of nowhere, 5am, no cars). They let me out and we all walk around on the interstate looking at the stars and at strange patterns made by the tar stains on the road. <br> <br> Then a diesel truck comes over a hill about a quarter mile back. I dive into the 4 foot tall dripping wet weeds on the side of the road to hide from the bright lights heading our way. My friends fish me out of the weeds and throw me back in the backseat and take off again. Then they threw on Incubus - SCIENCE. By about track 9 I've settled down in the backseat. The end of that album is all acid jazz. We loved it of course. An hour and a half later we arrive at my house and crash after smoking a come down bowl. <br> <br> I awoke the next day with a startlingly clear memory of my version of the events of the night, yet when my friends told me what really happened, it was as if I already knew what they were going to say, but didnt know why. After a day or two of contemplation I managed to put the stories together and got what you just read. Altogether I learned to greatly appreciate and respect LSD. I learned that it will do with my mind whatever it wants to. Respect acid. Dont get sloppy with it, or it will rule you. <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: 12069</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 29, 2004</td><td>Views: 9,687</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12069&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12069&amp;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), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/tryptophan/">Tryptophan - 5-HTP</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">2.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/tryptophan/">Tryptophan - 5-HTP</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">1 shot</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Hard</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </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">285 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I was trying to find some info on using 5-HTP with LSD, but I didn't come across too much good info. I tried it this past weekend and have decided to post my report. I had heard that in combination with 5-HTP, it gives the LSD trip a bit more of an MDMA feel. Here are my findings. <br> <br> 8pm Dosed 100mg of 5-HTP <br> 9pm Dosed 2.5 hits of average quality LSD. <br> 9:45pm I am feeling the mild calming effects of the 5-HTP when the LSD starts to kick in. I'm feeling the typical anxiety I always get with LSD, but it doesn't seem as bad as usual. No real MDMA type feeling though. Just less anxiety. Maybe my touch was a little more sensitive. I chilled out with my gf (who was also doing LSD and pot). I didn't smoke any pot though because I don't deal so well with it. Watched some dance videos on BPM for a while. Then put on some soft porn since we were both pretty arroused. Fooled around a bit, couldn't concentrate too much on the sex though due to the acid. Listened to some tunes and watched some winamp visualizations on my big tv. I was getting some pretty sweet audio distortions. Was feeling the music in waves go through me. Got some decent color trails, but nothing spectacular. One thing I noticed was that it was a total positive vibe from start to finish. I attribute this to the 5-HTP. <br> <br> Around 1am, I took another 100mg of 5-HTP for the ride down. I was getting a bit edgy just before I took it and in about 15 minutes, I was nice and relaxed for the comedown. Not edgy 'stone skin' type feeling. It was a total warm and fuzzy comedown. I was able to sleep by about 5am. That is the earliest I have ever gotten to sleep after an acid trip. The 5-HTP didn't shorten the trip or anything, it just enabled me to relax during the comedown and I didn't have to sit awake through the whole 7:45...7:44...7:45 thing. The most annoying part of LSD is when I am just tired of tripping and want to go to sleep, but can't! The 5-HTP really helped this. I also had a shot of vodka around 4am, but it usually takes about 4-6 shots to really get me to calm down enough to even think about sleep. <br> <br> Also, just a note. I don't feel that the first dose of 5-HTP gave me any MDMA type feeling in combination with the LSD. If anything it kept me calm while I was taking off. I probably wouldn't bother with it before the LSD in the future, but definitely for the comedown. Happy travels! <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 21960</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 30, 2004</td><td>Views: 29,842</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=21960&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=21960&amp;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), Tryptophan - 5-HTP (196) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </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>   I have been a fairly common user of almost every drug available for the past 2 years. I have used mushrooms, ecstacy, dxm, cocaine, crystal meth, various uppers and downers all about 10 times apiece. I have also been a daily pot smoker for roughly 4 years. <br> <br> LSD was never really available to me though it recently has. I have only used it a few times and on my fourth use I took a single hit that was of moderate strength and then another approxamitely three hours later. After tripping for a very long time and eventually coming down and passing out, I awoke to find that I still had visual 'trails'. It is very similar to the effect that the mouse pointer is capable of doing. <br> <br> It has been roughly 4 weeks and I have ceased all drug use in an attempt to see if it would cause the trails to dissipate. It has seemed to have little effect as I still see them on any fast moving objects. <br> <br> HPPD has not interfered with my living but it becomes very hard to look 'hand talkers' in the eye. My focus tends to drift to the visuals that occur. <br> <br> I previously have been prescribed to xanax (used for recreational purposes only) and I will be attempting to use it as a treatment as I've read that the benzo catagories may have an effect. I hope that the benzo will have a dampering effect or that this problem will go away with time. <br> <br> Since the other visual-inducing drugs never caused this condition despite excessive dosing and use, I would warn that lsd was most certainly the drug that caused this and that one might consider using other psychedelics if one feels the need to use them. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 39324</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 31, 2004</td><td>Views: 11,737</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=39324&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=39324&amp;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) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), General (1), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I remember the day, in the middle of July or so. My friend obtained some very potent liquid LSD. I was experienced with low to medium doses and was excited to try it in liquid form. I asked him for a drop or too, so he took out the small dropper bottle. It was his first time even squeezing the small bottle, and dropped a little too much on my tongue. I tried to rub some off with my fingers, but it may have just absorbed into my skin. When we looked at the hundred dollar bottle, about a quarter of it was gone. He apologized, and I realized all I could do was hold on and let it hit me. <br> <br> It was obviously the strongest acid trip I ever had. The come up was VERY intense. My emotions were swinging uncomfortably. When I began peaking, the visuals were so incredibly intense that I couldn’t even worry anymore. I was just a vapor floating through different colors and patterns. Reality was non-existent, while I sat in one spot for about 5 hours. One visual I can describe was seeing a river rise 10 times over my head, and crashing into lasers in colors I never saw. Eventually I was able to name things I was looking at, and I tried to enjoy the hallucinations. My friend who was watching me would melt into a puddle of color and slowly build into his original shape. I looked at my hand, but it would just spiral away into many colors. <br> <br> After the trip, I was very shocked and silent for many days. I couldn’t even have a bad trip because I really couldn’t even think. I just wanted to post this to warn all of you to be careful with liquid LSD. It changed the way that I interpret my sense of sight. <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: 12882</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 27, 2005</td><td>Views: 8,917</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12882&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12882&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Overdose (29), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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> </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>   I used to be a heroin 'junkie', an 'addict'. That was how I defined myself. I was the classic, tortured artist junkie. I didn't know any other way drugs would be used other than to just feel good and to create an image for oneself. I later quit and swore off all drugs all together. That was the next way I defined myself, a preacher of the gospel of dangerous drugs. After some time, talking with my roommate and friend Eric, and some thought I realized it was not drugs that abused me, it was I that had abused them. I was the one that needed to change. I began experimenting once again, this time I listened to my experiences, in an attempt to not only have a good time, but to better myself. <br> <br> A few months later me, my roommate and my friend Lee decided to take 8 hits of LSD. We'd all done it before, but never more that 3-4 hits, this was something new to all of us. We all woke up early that day, Lee and I both took 8, and Eric decided his mood was off so took 2. We all made our way to brunch, talked to people and headed back to our rooms. I was having a cigarette so I was finishing it outside when the initial body rush hit. I went upstairs and saw Lee and Eric experiencing more or less the same thing. We decided to go for a walk, so we all bundled up. It was a warm winter day, but a winter day none the less. While walking we all realized that we had become walking machines, our bodies whole existence became walking, and with my body, my mind became a walking machine as well. I scanned for all possible paths, chose the one that would be the path of least resistance, and contracted the appropriate leg muscles to make that happen. Suddenly my walking machines processor was shattered by a sight so unexpected that I shrieked (at least I think I did). A llama farm. Three llamas standing tall, one staring at each of us. They where mirrors of us. And if they where mirrors of us, we where mirrors of them, so we must be llamas. With that dilemma solved we proceeded down the road. <br> <br> Our bodies remained walking machines, but our brains took in the sights of the day. Towering trees and houses that dwarfed us all. We realized how insignificant we where. Just roaming bags of water and carbon. Then, another earth shattering experience, someone flew past in one of those machines that allow you to sit and move at the same time. A person hung out the window and screamed something. It was just Even and Ace getting stoned, no worries. we then reached a steel bridge that spanned over the most incredible stream I had ever seen, the snow was melting, and the stream was babbling. We climbed through the bridge and discussed the probability of the chap stick I had was made in some guys basement. <br> <br> After a full day of such exploits we returned to the campus. We stopped at the athletic center and our friend Karl was working. He made us ham sandwiches. We went back to our rooms, and Eric had to work. So me and Lee decided to go with him. There was some sort of concert, so Eric, Lee, and I became speaker moving machines. After the night was done we returned to our rooms, and attempted to sleep, but sleep would not come. So we watched movies until class. <br> <br> That was one of the most pleasant days of my life. We didn't climb Mount Everest, or go over Niagara Falls. We didn't have sex with super models or party with Motley Crue. We just had a nice time and learned a lot about ourselves in the process. This was what I was missing before. Drugs aren't some sordid little toy, there something that should be shared, with family and friends. Like a picnic at the park, or a summer BBQ there a way to have a nice time and learn about yourself and loved ones. <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: 9545</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 9, 2005</td><td>Views: 6,622</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9545&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9545&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </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"> </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>   The event was inspired by a previous tripping experience we had. Here is a brief background that led up to the day. <br> <br> This was the second time I'd had lsd, the first time was a couple of months before and I loved it. 5 out of 8 of my friends had gone completely crazy the first time, their minds got stuck in personal hells and vowed never to do it again. The first time, one of my friends who flipped out couldn't say anything except 'key to the zoo' and was obsessed, ringing random numbers on his phone asking people about the key. He was acting kind of like a monkey and trying to trade various objects of no value (like his socks) with anyone. At some point in the night, we decided that perhaps it would be cool to trip at the zoo, so 2 months later that's what we did. <br> <br> I was looking forward to this day for weeks due to the fact that the first trip I had was such an uplifting and positive experience. I'd heard that setting was important, and a relaxing environment was necessary but the first time we had gone to see the fireworks in vast crowds and I didn't mind. About 10 of us went to the zoo but only 4 had the blotter (myself, C and 2 friends of C I'd never met that hadn't had it before, lets call them S and R). It is good to have a couple of co-pilots around if things turn sour. I'd eaten only a small meal for breakfast and drove round to a friends to meet up with the other people. <br> <br> 10am - <br> Pile up in 2 cars, 5 people in each. 4 of us in 1 car drop our tab on the way to zoo, the other car detours and takes another 30 minutes or so to get to the zoo. <br> <br> 10.50am- <br> The other guys finally get to the zoo, we'd just been sitting at a bench waiting for it to kick in. In the mean time I'd been to a shop and almost forgot to pay for my oj, or had thought it unnecessary. By the time the other guys got here, me and C had started seeing the woodwork move in the normal breathing-like fashion. The other 2 guys were unconvinced that it would affect them. <br> <br> 11am-12pm <br> We visited various exhibits, first a bird sanctuary, all of us that were tripping were in mouth-gaping awe at the beauty of it all, the tranquility and pleasantness of the experience. This experience was often interrupted by a non-tripper making small talk. This slowly got on my nerves but I ignored the person making the comment, feeling on a higher plane to them. Everyone that was tripping was feeling it now, the 2 guys I didn't know were a little freaked as they didn't really know what to expect. I already felt more at ease and closer to these 2 guys than I did with my other friends who I'd known for over 10 years. Myself and the other 3 elected to do a detour through a botanical garden which was probably my best choice of the day. A light mist coming from overhead sprinklers was so pleasant, and my friend made me put my hand through some spiderweb, it felt smooth and pliable. I guess when you're tripping solid objects feel a bit more web-like in any case: movable but still firm. I could of stayed in the garden forever. <br> <br> 12pm-1pm <br> After the garden detour, S became very freaked and said he couldn't go on, we alerted the group to this fact and said we needed a chill-out point. We sat on the grass for a few moments but I still felt on top of the world, a little freaked by S, I guess I thought it could happen to me shortly too. During the next half hour I walked with all non-trippers to several other exhibitions. Some animals I felt a strong connection with, such as the elephants. Several exhibited a coloured glow and I thought how pleasant this primeval existence would be. I trailed the group and reflected on several things regarding our behavior to animals. Somewhere around this point I decided I really have to visit africa at some stage in my life. A forced people to visit the african exhibit with me and the meer cats were wonderous. Their behavioural patterns changed so quickly and they seemed as content as I. They quickly moved from digging to play fighting, to sleeping. The ground around them and everywhere was starting to swirl quite vigorously at this point, it was getting very intense. I could feel my senses starting to merge, light, sound, touch, hearing, smell and for all of them starting to intensify. I tried to follow people through the nocturnal house but after 5 steps I became terrified and fell to the floor. I couldn't see anything at all, everywhere was black and it felt like I was stuck in a box full of mirrors. My friend had to lead me crawling out, I felt like a bit of a fool seeing other visitors coming in the entrance. Things were definitely starting to heat up. <br> <br> 1pm - 2.30pm <br> We returned to the grass and one of the girls we were with (the only one I didn't know besides S and R) possessed a mobile phone and seemed like she was constantly on it. I became paranoid, convinced she was some sort of spy, telling the authories about us. At this point in time, time distortion became so strong and time loops so common I couldn't communicate with anyone properly. I tried to tell her to get off the phone but it obviously didn't work. I could feel the universe was seperated into layers and they were a fundamental concept in our understanding of it. I exclaimed that I could see in all directions at once, and I believed i could do so. People's small characteristic actions were magnified and repeated to a point that drove me crazy. I must of seen one of my friends push the glasses back on his face about 500 times in a row. At this point I could do nothing but lie on by back and look at the sky, hoping that my body would instinctively remember how to breathe as I felt I couldn't do so. The sky dimmed and lightened several times, it felt as if many days had passed. Casino numbers rolled through the sped up clouds, and card suits followed after them. It was interesting, confusing and scary at the same time. It is easy to have opposite emotions at the same time on lsd. <br> <br> 3am(guess) <br> One of my friends came running back to us, he was shouting that another of our friends had fallen in the polar bear exhibit and was being mauled to death by the polar bear. I was in unimaginable fear, wanting to escape this place but unable to use my limbs. Shortly after this we departed, I cant remember most of the trip home, parts of it sped past so fast and some of it took forever. I was convinced god was punishing me (and I dont even believe in god in the conventional sense) for taking too much of this drug and entering too far into the 'real world'. For the next hour or so I had no control over my body, it seems that my actions were pre-determined and the future was set, I could do nothing but follow my bodies basic instincts. One of the more unusal things that happened on the way home was I heard a song - star69 being played loudly on the radio. Later I learnt that we hadn't listen to anything on the way home but I had chosen that song when we got to my friends house 40 minutes later. My senses were so muddled I wasn't sure I was going to escape this madness. <br> <br> 4pm <br> I had to deal with my friends parents, he told them I was sick. I couldn't converse with them, the images of them talking was muddled with sound from events in a different time. I tried to drink water, hoping it would calm me down, I must have drunk about 7 glasses. The strange thing was I couldn't feel myself drinking the water until later when I was lying face down on a bed. Time was going very slowly, not one minute had passed on my friends bedside clock since I went to lie down. I walked the corridors of his house, shadows were intimidating, almost hellish and then lay outside for what felt like 30 minutes, came inside, got another drink, checked the clock and it was 2 minutes later than when I last checked it. I was in hysterics, I thought I was trapped in this distorted time forever. I went to see what my friend was doing, he was watching stigmata: this did not help my experience. At some point I snapped out of my auto-pilot like state the drug had given me and suggested we go to the beach. <br> <br> 5.30pm-2pm <br> It was so cool and refreshing in the sand, and the sea breeze was amazing, the intensity level had dropped back to a level I really enjoyed. For the remainder of the evening we went to a black tie party, I chose some funky multi-coloured bow tie because it looked so cool and wore totally inappropriate clothes. I couldn't converse with people very well and enjoyed more to sit and observe everyone's reactions at the party. Shadows dancing on the walls captured my interest as did the wall-vines ability to keep in time to the music being played. <br> <br> 4pm (18 hours after dropping) <br> I arrived home and was still getting strong visuals but could feel it calming down. I was shaken by the experience and it took forever to get to sleep, my heart pounding, my head full of images when I closed my eyes. Finally I did get to sleep at around 7am. <br> <br> Although it was frightening at the time and I was shaken for several weeks afterwards, I am keen to do it again in a smaller dose and a calmer environment. This blotter was so soaked you could see the stain marks on it. It lasted far longer than the first time when I'd had double. It is an excellent way to learn more about yourself and what you believe life and the bigger things are really about. <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: 15436</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 26, 2005</td><td>Views: 7,982</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=15436&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=15436&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(freebase)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(freebase)</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>   Tonight I was going to try LSD for the first time. Before then, I had experimented several times with DMT. My friend told me that having an acid trip would help make me more sensitive to DMT, and in turn would induce a very strong trip. It did exactly that. <br> <br> While a few hours into the acid trip, I took a regular dose of DMT and I got the usual effects from it. I was one of those people that were insensitive to the substance. I waited for an hour or so before trying it again. During my wait I meditated on my thoughts. This time it was dramatically stronger than any DMT experience I ever had. <br> <br> As soon as I took the second hit and exhaled, the walls of the room were suddenly covered with ancient runes, and my friend sitting next to me turned into something like a wooden and liquid-in-nature Native American. He turned into his “true” form. My eyes were wide open during almost the entire trip. During every second of the trip I began to see many dimensions that didn't exist in real life. I could see brand new spatial dimensions, including the original ones: length, height, and depth. Finally all space collapsed and time ceased to exist. I was stuck in the “real” world, the world that lasted for eternity. I closed my eyes in complete awe after realizing that I was dead. I found out that the living world was actually illusory, and that space and time did not even exist. At this point I was worried if I would ever come back to real life, after realizing that space and time were illusions. <br> <br> The world was very elephant-like at this point. Then I saw the architect of the universe. It was a goddess, in the form of Indian deity Ganesha. The mere sight of this goddess gave me so much bliss that it was too difficult for my mind to comprehend. She was the soul of the universe, and she was constantly creating very intricate Indian-like structures out of thin air. She showed me the doorway to eternal bliss (heaven), and she invited me into her kingdom. I pleaded with her to take me back to the real world, because I needed to make sense of all this before I make such a decision. She was sad, but she let me go. Slowly time and space appeared again, and I came back to the realm of the living. <br> <br> I ‘m not sure exactly what happened, but now I know that I have nothing to worry about when I die. To experience such dimensions and such bliss from a drug-induced trip was quite amazing. To this day I refuse to believe that what I experienced was merely a hallucination. I was stuck in that realm for eternity, because time actually didn’t exist there. But the trip, in reality, only lasted about five minutes. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42199</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 29, 2005</td><td>Views: 263,464</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42199&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42199&amp;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), DMT (18) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">0.125 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 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">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   My experience of experimenting with mind-altering substances has been fairly good, except for the following trip I’m about to explain. <br> <br> It all started on a fairly warm March day. It was Friday and I had been suspended that day for leaving school earlier that week. I enjoyed my day home from school mostly by playing video games on my computer, until my friends were out of school. I had made plans to party with some of them that night, and so I called them around 2:30pm. <br> <br> After a short conversation, I left my house and headed out towards their house. I had a small bag of pot, maybe a 15 sac at the most. I stopped into the woods shortly to smoke a bowl to myself, before arriving at my friend’s house. When I got to my friend’s house, we went to her upstairs were she lives alone to chill with 2 other friends who were already up there. My friend Jason had an 8th and so we mixed are weed together and rolled 2 cannon sized joints, which we smoked. After that I was pretty stoned, and Jason was even more stoned. Then my other friend Shannon said that she would be right back because she has to run an errand. Jason and me went outside and walked around until she got back. <br> <br> When she got back she had with her 7 blotter stamps of acid. We went back inside and she took 2 hits of acid, and handed me and Jason each 2 hits. I was already stoned by now, but I figured what the hell, and I took both hits. After about an hour my high from the weed was coming down, and I was not feeling the acid at all. Shannon was in the other room listening to music, and Jason and me were just chilling in the kitchen waiting for the acid to kick in. At about 5:30 (an hour and 10 minutes after I took the acid) I began to feel the effects rapidly kick in. <br> <br> I began to see the room sway very quickly, and when I looked at Jason he just diminished into nothing. I could still hear him talking but I visually could not see him. I began to panic and so I stood up, and he re-appeared. Only this time he was very blocky looking, almost as if he was a sprite in a badly rendered video game. By now he was also tripping off the acid, and was repeating his name over and over. <br> <br> At about 6:15 I was seeing very intense visuals. The room had departed itself from the rest of the house, and was now an inner chamber where only the sinners who abuse drugs go. I suddenly had a strong feeling to leave the room or I would die like the rest of the sinners. I got up and could not even walk straight. I managed to make it to the next room where Shannon was laying on the bed, and looking at a poster. She began talking to me, but her words meant nothing to me. They were all distorted, and because of the fact, that I could not understand what she was saying, I felt as if she was going to try and trick me into doing something, where I would get hurt. <br> <br> I had very intense feelings to leave the house. My mind was telling me that the people in that house were going to die, and only I could help them. I began to fall into a dreamy state where I envisioned my friends in that house decapitated and dead. When I would go back into the house to make sure they are all right, things would look normal, but not feel normal. I heard voices telling me to help them or they would die. I rushed into the house and told them to get out of the house as fast as possible. They told me I was fucking crazy and to shut the hell up. I explained my visions of what I saw and heard, and they told me I was just tripping too hard. Hearing this put me into a very depressed state. I was depressed because I could not view things in the psychological way that I was just doing before they told me I was just tripping. <br> <br> Since my parents were gone until later that night, I decided to go home for a little bit and mellow out. I left at about 7:00pm, and took a walk home that was un-forgettable. The 15-minute walk seemed as if it took 2 hours, and everything was just in a hazy dazed state. When I got home, I went straight to my room and sat down to relax. I couldn’t relax though. I felt guilty, as if I failed my friends in helping them. Then the worst part of my trip began. As my guilt and fear got bigger, I decided I might have to kill myself, to release the guilt. Suddenly a large and unexplainable amount of fear came over me. It was the kind of fear as if, you know someone is about to do something very harmful and hateful to you and there is nothing you can do to stop them. <br> <br> I began to panic, and ran for my bed, were I went under the covers and tried to sleep. I could not sleep though, I felt as if somebody was watching me, and when I looked out from my covers I saw a large shadow on the wall. <br> <br> My fear diminished and I began to feel excited and confident, that everything is fine. The shadow began to take form into a real mass, not just a shadow. Yet it had shadow traits, it still looked like a shadow but it was 3 dimensional, and had eyes and talked. It was a very fearful thing to look at, and my fear quickly overcame me again. The shadow figure told me his name was Omeg and he was here to punish me for not helping my friends. I was so scared I began to cry and pray that my trip would just end. I told the shadow figure that I was just tripping on acid and it was just a visual. This reassured me for a little bit of time, but fear returned when the visual shadow figure would not go away. He told me a visual is not able to do what is happening to my mind now, and he reminded me of the fact that my friends were all dead. <br> <br> In a rush of fear I sprung up, put my shoes on and left the house. I had no idea what time it was, but it was dark. I went back to my friend’s house I was previously at, and chilled there for a while. The next few hours I experienced very vivid color patterns and visuals streaming through my head at one time. I feared with every new color scheme that entered my mind, that Omeg the shadow man would return. At about 5:30am I came down off of the acid, and remained in a dazed state for the next few days, thinking of the last trip. <br> <br> I have never done acid since, in fear that Omeg would return. Where I possibly could have imaged Omeg in my mind is still a mystery, but I have learned that mind and mind setting is always important before taking acid. When I took the acid on the trip I just explained, I did not think about what effects were gonna effect me at all. Now I know better. <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: 13120</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 30, 2005</td><td>Views: 8,686</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13120&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13120&amp;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), Bad Trips (6), Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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 </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 capsls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mda/">MDA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</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>   The night began when my girlfriend and I were at a local club. We had a few beers, then decided we'd go home, take some acid, and return to the club. Upon returning home, we each took a hit of (apparently) some very strong acid. The most I've done before was 4 hits of pretty strong acid, but this one hit outdoes that by far, but we'll get to that later. <br> <br> So my girlfriend and I after having consumed our hits, decided to watch a little TV, and get some rest while waiting for our trip to begin. The onset was pretty slow, roughly an hour or so for noticeable effects (I've had trips start in about 15 min before). After the effects really started to begin, we got into our usual 'giggly' mindset of acid, where everything seems so new, and we feel quite mischievous. <br> <br> This continued on for a while or so, until my girlfriend and I noticed that we were continuing to get higher, approximately 2 hours after we had taken our acid, and at a rapid rate. It's at this point that we smoked some marijuana, just because we were a bit apprehensive at such a long yet rapid continuing come up. The weed did nothing to slow us down though, and we just continued to get higher and higher. For an example of how high we really were...I was able to move my hand in a circle, to create a tracer, then I was able to hit that tracer, and have it glide down my vision. I was also able to close my eyes for a visual, then grab my head, pull that visual out of my head, and throw it into reality. I also saw my ceiling turn into a black hole, whereupon everything was ever so slightly being sucked into it, in a blurry way, such that everything existed where it was, but it was also being sucked into the black hole at the same time. I also received tactile hallucinations, I began to feel as though I was floating towards it for a moment. It was all getting just a bit overwhelming for us though, and we decided to change rooms. <br> <br> It's at this point, that things really started to change. Moving into another room just increased our coming up even more, and this is roughly 3 hrs into the trip. I remember that at one point, all my senses formed into one sense, or consciousness, however there is no word to express what it was (I'm sure those of you that do acid frequently know what it's like to have a feeling and no word to express it), my eyes saw the same thing open as closed, which would have just been color, in a way; my ears constantly heard a low droning sound, and I couldn't feel how I was oriented in space. If I THOUGHT of a word, I would hear it, only broken up, (ex. wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo rd rd rd rd rd rd). I also felt quite disconnected from my body. There was also this feeling that all this sensory information I was getting, was also judging me in a way, it was painful, but also relieving in that it was cleansing in a sense. It also felt as though we were trying to receive all the information that could possibly exist, at one time, and our minds weren't able to handle it all. We had it together psychologically the whole time though. <br> <br> My girlfriend and I endured for what we figure was about 3 hrs of this, and eventually, we decided enough was enough. At this point we took a cap of MDA each and waited. At about the time we took the MDA, to one hour after that, we basically have no memory. When our thoughts returned to us, and we began to feel the gentle warming sensation of MDA in our bodies, we were lying huddled on our bathroom floor. As it really started to kick in, things became brighter, clearer, and my mind was again able to think. We sat and discussed the 'trip' we had just been through, and we came to the conclusion that very few people have been there. We weren't sure what 'there' really was, we were happy we weren't 'there' anymore, yet, it wasn't a bad trip. Never once was I overpowered by bad thoughts, the fact of it is, the sheer volume of sensory information prohibited me from having thoughts at all. It was the feeling of being absolutely overwhelmed and completely vulnerable. However at some points, I received quite a rush when I felt like I could funnel the 'energy' of the trip through me, and I was able to function, but I could only do that for so long, before I lied back down and stared into space. <br> <br> So, I'm not too sure as how to rate it as being good or bad, I'm happy I've been there, but I'm also happy I'm not there now. In the end, it feels almost like a rite of passage for trippers. <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: 13178</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 30, 2005</td><td>Views: 14,194</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13178&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13178&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDA (34), Cannabis (1), LSD (2), Alcohol - Beer/Wine (199) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   A little background: Through a friend I had acquired 2 hits of dragon blotter acid. I hadn’t dropped acid in a year before this, and this was to be my first solo acid trip. This also was my first trip in months, with the exception of one salvia experience a little while ago. I am on no medication and I have abstained from all drugs the day before. <br> <br> The night before I went to bed early, and I woke at 9 am. I picked up a little around the house, took a shower, shaved, and ate a small breakfast consisting of a mango and a glass of water. I was so excited, I could barely contain myself, and soon the hour approached. At 10:30 am I decided it was time and I put both hits on my tongue. You could not wipe the grin off my face even if you tried. As I waited for the acid to kick in, I chatted on IRC and put on a dead show. <br> <br> My room was set up with some psychedelically inspired posters and a black light. As the trip started to set in I decided to check out the trip toys on my computer. A couple days before the trip I had downloaded a set of trip tracks from a friend of mine, having listened to these before, I knew they where good. I also downloaded a very nice winamp visualization program called milkdrop. I turned off my light, closed the curtains and put on the black light. Then I turned on the tunes through headphones and put on milk drop and set up the monitor so I could be comfy in my bed while observing the milkdrop. This was without a doubt the strongest acid trip I have ever had, the visuals were incredible. Everything was going crazy around me, around me objects took on a cartoony look, proportion no long meant a thing. It was as if I was in a psychological hall of mirrors. I was seeing some of the most fantastic visuals I have ever had on any drug, the cartoon-like patterns were absolutely mesmerizing. I was hit by a tsunami of emotions, a lot of love and happiness; I was on cloud nine. The tunes were amazing as well, everything seemed flow just right. <br> <br> After tripping in my room for a long while, I decided to change my setting. There are a lot of flowers, both wild and planted, blooming around my area this time of year. I sat down in the grass and quietly look on. Everything was alive and vibrant, it was absolutely aw-inspiring. The scenery around me took a crystallized character, it was as if I was wearing diamond glasses. I felt very much a part of nature, and though it wonderful to be alive. There was a divine spirit within me, something I have never felt before. It brought tears of joy to my eyes and I wished that everyone could experience what I was experiencing right at that moment. <br> <br> After going inside I put on a movie called “Festival Express” and chilled out with a new appreciation of life and renewed love for LSD. If you haven’t yet experienced the love, I really hope you do. I tripped well into the night, I was very tired, but I was content, very satisfied with my experience. I was essentially down around 11 pm, though I did not fall asleep until 2 am. The next morning I woke up early and felt great, I was very grateful to the LSD gods for the opportunity to have a very successful and enlightening first solo acid trip. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44366</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 3, 2005</td><td>Views: 6,355</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44366&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44366&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Alone (16)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">18 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I had just turned 17 and was at a jungle party. Time was not really something I kept track of that evening and you'll probably understand why. I had dropped about 18 hits of liquid on my tongue around 10 pm. It was supposed to be just another routine acid trip where I'd dance around to some jungle music and possibly eat a grape fruit. I was happily dancing around until midnight and then I was summoned by my bf H. The 16 year old, G, who I'd recently met was in the handicap stall of the women’s bathroom. She most obviously drunk by the look of her. She normally looks like she's been mistaken for a clapboard fence and been white washed. It all looked like a movie I'd seen on Lifetime, Television for Women with my mom when I was around 12. Her face was turning a little blue, but that might have been the LSD, I was seeing intense swirly bobs. Her body was shaking and she just looked confused. I couldn't stand to look at her. <br> <br> Her boyfriend, J was laying near her and H was just standing there, knowing that all was lost. That was when it hit me or when I heard H tell me what had happened. It seems G was pregnant and she had just told J she'd had an abortion while I was jumping around like a giddy Homer Simpson. I looked back up at her and an incredible force to the back of my body and I was flying down some black hole where people played bongo drums and G's little fetus was playing other fetus's in a wading pool. They looked so happy. It is as though the little fetus was trying to tell me something. Or G was. I fell down into this little white room hearing everything G had ever said to me. It just echoed and echoed and then it fell away and I was floating in the atmosphere, and what felt like back down to my body. <br> <br> I got my sight back and looked at her again. My curiosity was moving at rapid speeds. I felt like a tour guide on a safari bus that was making its way through all of this. The room began to move like the gravitron ride at county fairs. I ran over to the trash can and threw up. H tried to comfort J or at least get him off of that disgusting ground, but he wasn't having it. He wouldn't cry either, he just laid there, he looked like a bitter old man. For some reason A, who I don't think has ever smoked pot appears. He's tall and quaky looking. He's 6'4 and sort of big. H takes off his sweatshirt and pulls it over G's head. A flips her over his shoulder and she looks like she's very drunk. The hood is covering her face. We exit the party very quickly, and for every reason I've ever been called a madwoman I wanted to lift up G's jeans and see if her legs are discolored for any some such reason. G doesn't say anything. She's silent, almost catatonic. <br> <br> As the situation wore on, I became almost accustomed to it, as though it wasn't real. I was just tripping on acid and I had walked into a movie on Sundance or something. This was not happening to me. I most certainly did not know anyone who could ever get pregnant. God no. Children are delivered by storks. The world was looking bright and things were growing in size and I was taking little field trips in my mind to places like Alice and Wonderland and the Brady Bunch. Hell I was trying on Marcia's clothes. And then I'd make my way back to the generic movie channel and I'd be there. <br> <br> H drives a 2-door sardine can and it is very funny to watch A inside of it because he has to stick his head out the window or put his head out the sunroof, but for some reason, I'm the one who's driving. Because H almost ran down two pedestrians while driving on MDMA at 4 am. A is too preoccupied and I don't think that J or G are in any condition to operate a vehicle. As H is getting into the back seat in a car that defines compact, I stop to watch the scene going on in the backseat. A silent girl who has just lost her fetus is sitting next to one very small window and in the middle is her bf who has finally given into crying and is clutching her like he is the oyster and she is the pearl. I imagine God to be a pearl hunter trying to take him away from her. <br> <br> I begin to drive and I feel like I'm some race car driver on TV and I start running through the channels again, which while operating an automobile is never a good idea. I get to Animal Planet and I'm running from a wolf into a Home Depot commercial. For some horrible reason and only a mechanic can tell me exactly why, but the car started smoking. H got out and tinkered around. A, G, and J didn't even notice that the car had stopped. I began to drive again, but the car humped and jumped and A asked why. H responded that the power steering was gone. I turned around while still operating the vehicle to yell at him 'You Drive!' He said let us live and watch the road. I could at that point only wonder what the hell sort of God creates situations such as these? <br> <br> I continued to drive on, completing my task was imperative to the survival of my team members, or at least that was how I thought of it. I suddenly knew what it was like to be a soldier, a crusader for a cause. Don't ask me why. I was cut off by some asshole in a silver Taurus and finally noticed that there were other cars on the road. I began frantically yelling out the window, 'Go home! It's not Tuesday!' In LA, the traffic is at its worst on Tuesdays and this was an early Saturday morning, these people had no right to be out of their homes. None whatsoever. H warned me that a militia from Montana was going to lynch my Jewish ass if I didn't shut the hell up and at the time I believed him. I imagined angry rednecks coming at me with beer bottles, shot guns, pitch forks and I suddenly really wanted to know how Timothy McVeigh was doing. <br> <br> The next thing I knew H's car was in my driveway and we were quietly walking up the path. I stood outside looking at my neighborhood, which at that time of year had trees blooming pink flowers everywhere. The trees were folding into each other and waving good night to us. I must have stood out there for a while because when I went into the house (H had my keys) A was in my room watching Bob Vila and someone had put out a blow up bed where J and G appeared to be sleeping. H was reading a Seventeen magazine left over from 1996. My visuals were dwindling at that point so I wandered down stairs to get myself some orange juice. Along the way were pictures of my family and I stopped to look them. That is when the evenings events truly hit me. I felt my own mortality. For a moment I had felt a being die inside of me. It was the acid, but still. As I looked at the pictures of my family I wondered what would have happened if I'd never been born. <br> <br> A very frightened me ran back up the stairs and started pounding on my parents door, seeing trails of everything I ran past. My dad groggily answered the door in his plaid PJ's and asked what the fuck was I doing and was I on drugs? I very solemnly answered yes and told him I loved him. We went down stairs to talk. I informed him of the evenings events and being his usual self he laughed at me and told me stories about his own acid trips, including my favorite. A very funny one about a Japanese guy with an Oklahoman accent. He was a hitch hike to Woodstock kind of hippie. <br> <br> Afterwards I went out and bought 10 boxes of condoms and wandered around distributing them. I'll always wonder what the hell became of that little fetus that I never got to talk to and if I didn't know it before, I do now, that everyone is mortal, there is no escaping that. Also if you enjoy the idiot box do not travel through it. It will never be the same again. Peter Jennings has my deepest sympathies for reasons that would make a grown man piss in his pants out of fear. <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: 9634</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, 2005</td><td>Views: 12,075</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9634&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9634&amp;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), Families (41), General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   AGE: 17 <br> <br> I've done acid a pretty good amount of times. I've had at least 2 bad trips before. But there is one that stands alone. <br> <br> I had come up for a visit that weekend, and gone to my sister apartment where she lives with her boyfriend and my older brother. I was there for a night or two. The next day my friend called me up and told me he tripped-out the other day with a mutual friend of ours. He told me he tripped real good off two geltabz, and that he saved two to sell to me (we often do this). I told him I would meet him later that day after he had got off work, I had my sister's boyfriend drive me over. I told my sister's boyfriend I was going to chill for a night and go back home tomorrow night. <br> <br> I met my friend right after he got off work, at the front of his private road. He told me that they were really potent. I told him I'd only take one because I had to go home the next day. I bought it for $7. He ate the other one for some reason, and we peaced-out. I started walking to my other friends house (the one my friend tripped with the other day). I took the tab at about 11:14 pm on the walk over. <br> <br> I got to my friends house at about 11:40. We went up to his room and smoked up. I was feeling it good by the end of the smoke session. Me and my friend played video games for a while. He soon got tired, he claims it was because he didn't sleep good after he tripped last night. I was somewhat irritated because I remember a night when he was trippin and I just stayed up with him for the hell of it. He went to bed around 1:00 am, and that's when my trip got very bad. It was about 1:15 am, I was watching a movie I found in my friend room. I was sweating a lot and felt very hot and uncomfortable. I felt like I had to go outside and get some fresh air, maybe smoke a bowl. I eventually got up enough guts to go downstairs. I rushed down the stairs, fast didn't want any interaction if anybody woke up. But when I got downstairs I noticed somebody sleeping on his couch in the living room. I couldn't leave out the door I came in. There was two other doors but one had big blinds on it and I remembered it was noisy. I started fumbling with the middle door. There were two locks on it and no matter what position I turned the locks it would not open. Then I remembered other times people tried to open that door and did not succeed. I was still struggling with it when the person on the couch said 'what are you doing' (it was my friends sister) I remember saying 'Im trying to open the door'. When I heard myself speak it sounded brain-dead and emotionless. She said I could just go out the door near her (the one I came in). She didn't question my leaving so damn early in the morning, thank God. On the way to the door I grabbed my bag. Now a trip for some fresh air resulted in me not having any place stay. <br> <br> I got to the street and it was 1:30 am. I was very worried about where to go. I decided to stash my chronic and pipe and walk back to my other friends house (the one who gave me the acid). I figured he would have to be up and walkin around like he told me he did the night before. I started up the street, the whole time I remember being out of breath and smelling the chlorine in my nose from when I went swimming way earlier that day. I felt detached from society a wondering mad-mad or a drugged up psychopath. (1:50am) I remember passing the Mobile station and hearing Eric Sermon feat- Marvin Gaye 'Just Like Music' at a very high volume coming from a car parked there. There were a couple people there just standing around cars. As I walked by I remember feeling like the people were talking about me, but when I looked over I couldn't tell if they were even looking in my direction. I felt threatened by the situation and thought best to keep on walking. Even as I got farther away the music was still echoing in my head and driving me crazy, It sounded so loud. <br> <br> At about 2:05 I got to my friends private road. I remember walking past the spot where I bought the LSD and feeling like it was days ago. I was walking in and it started to drizzle, the rain felt cold. (2:15) I got to my friends house and didn't see him anywhere, the sky and trees looked demonic and nightmarish. There were colors and distortions everywhere. I look at his window and no light was on, then I saw a person I never seen before in his living room walkin around. Then I remember him telling me earlier that week that his aunt and cousin were staying at his house for the weekend. I walked over to a spot near his house and lied down on the wet grass soaked to the bone, I almost started crying but felt no good would come out of it and sucked it back. I laid there for about 20 minutes. I got up at about 2:40am. I felt like the rain drops were falling on my soul, and beating me down. Almost like there was no hope with rain. I stood up and decided I had no choice but to go back the way I came, to the Mobile station and call my sister up. <br> <br> (2:50am) I remember leaving the private road when the rain picked up, it was pounding down on me. Then I had a vision of my nephews, who look up to me. I thought of my family telling them I was a horrible druggie, and I thought I would never see them again. I'm not sure how this came to mind but it hurt my feeling and made me angry at myself. <br> <br> (3:00am) I got to the Mobile station. Luckily I found a quarter in my bag and called my sisters house. I knew I would have to tell them about the acid, and the bad trip, they would be mad. I again sounded brain-dead and emotionless even though I was full of emotion. I told her I was having a bad trip, she sounded concerned and told me she would be there right away. <br> <br> As I sat there I thought about a lot of things. Most thoughts made me feel horrible and irresponsible. My self esteem was shattered. The Rain kept on pounding down but at this point there was a little relief. At about 3:20 am they arrived. I got in the car ready and willing to hear some bitching from either my sister or her boyfriend. My sister asked me again what happened and if I was OK. I talked as little as possible, still sounding like I had half a brain. They weren't mad just worried. The rest of the ride was silent except for the rain I heard still pretty loud. I felt better and the rest of the night was easy and short lived. Sleep came pretty quick. <br> <br> Its been 4 months since that horrible night, and I've done acid again since. Why? I don't know. <br> <br> I will never know why I do the things I do. <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: 9660</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 7, 2005</td><td>Views: 5,913</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9660&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9660&amp;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), Difficult Experiences (5)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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>   My first experience with LSD occurred on June 22, 2001. It was with my friends L and G and A. <br> <br> At 12 PM, I put the single blotter tab in my mouth. I was told it was triple dipped. We walked to the train station for about 20 minutes. I was very excited. I was ready for my trip. We got on the train and I started feeling a little euphoric. I felt simply good. I think L smoked while we waited for the train and I didn’t really feel anything. We got to where G lives and L smoked again on the stairs down to the street and there I was twirling around and around, and I was having fun. Then we walked to G’s, this walk I don’t actually remember. We went up to G’s and I got into her room and I looked at the posters and they seemed to be coming at me. Perhaps this is how objects appear to be breathing, yet they were more coming at me, it was amazing to see this. <br> <br> G turned on the Chocolate Starfish Limp Bizkit song I like, Hot Dog something, and it was so good, great to listen to. We then went to the library, and on the way there, L smoked a joint. It was really annoying listening to L and G argue, I was a little pissed, but I got over it looking at the surroundings, which were actually rather boring. L got high, but not very high. Although she found it humorous poking me, because I felt funny, very, very funny and I was laughing at everything. When she poked me, I felt like I was being tickled, but mildly. <br> <br> When we got to the library, G and A went in and me and L stood outside. L smoked and I was looking around. I saw this beautiful guy who looked exactly like this guy I always thought was hot. I’m sure he was real, but maybe he looked like him because of my state of mind. It was there that I realized that my sight was incredibly clear, far clearer than usual. We continued from the library to this park. <br> <br> We walked past the park where L smoked the roach of the joint she was smoking and I was walking around and thinking and my thoughts appeared ambiguous. They were a paradox. I looked at something and I wasn’t sure if that which I looked at was what I was actually looking at and the realization that what I’m looking at is what I think it is made me very happy. We walked around and soon crossed the street. I noticed that holes in space time were forming in the building we were near. The building appeared to be covered in black spots void of anything, yet it wasn’t. <br> <br> We walked down a block filled with trees and houses and it was dark there. It was there that I began to feel some of the more apparent effects of the acid. There were body sensations, like something was coming at me. As we turned to go to another block, I started to walk in the way that I remembered M, this guy I’ve liked for a while now used to walk. And I believed M was like a God and I said to myself that I am like God because I was walking like M. L and G thought it would be funny to make me paranoid by making me believe there was a huge bee on my bookbag, and it worked, I got very scared but I let go of the fear. We were walking to this girl J’s house and I looked at the street sign and I saw 6th street, and I got scared, I thought they were taking me away to kill me, I actually believed that to be happening, and I asked them about it. <br> <br> They told me we were on 8th street, and I looked again and saw that it was true. We got to J’s house and I was reaching the peak. I started looking at my hand while we were in front of her door and I could see the blood vessels and the veins and I put on my music and it did sound very different. I felt like I was moving everywhere while I was standing still. When I closed my eyes, although, I saw no visuals of any kind, but when I opened them, everything was coming at me. We left J’s and we were walking to this park, and I was listening to music but then I stopped because it was uncomfortable. This was Visual Audio Sensory Theater, and I didn’t enjoy it. I was walking and L and G were arguing. <br> <br> I think and then they started saying things and I wasn’t sure if it was real. They made me very scared and I spit out my tab and fell to my knees crying. They apologized and asked if I was okay and suddenly everything became ok and I was feeling great. The bulk of the heavy fear had passed and we went to the park. I was amazed at how different the park was from the way I remembered it to be. It was huge, yet it’s not. We sat down on a bench and planned the last day of school. I looked at L’s bracelet and I held it in my hands. It appeared to be getting wider and longer yet I knew it wasn’t. <br> <br> I looked around and I looked at one of the pigeons. Its feathers gained a unique blue color. It was the bluest pigeon I had ever seen. There were spots of color everywhere. G’s skin looked very bright and illuminated, as did L’s and for the first time I realized how bright L’s eyes are. I looked at everything and A tried to make me paranoid by wanting my to pet the squirrels but I knew they were rabid, or may have been. <br> <br> A Jewish woman passed by with her three kids, one in a stroller. I looked at her eyes and they were shining green. The green was everywhere. I looked at the eyes of her children and they were the same. I was very frightened. When we left the park, very soon after that, the woman was in the dirt changing the baby and she looked at me and boy did I feel a shit load of fear. <br> <br> While in the park, sitting down, I felt euphoria, my body felt very good everywhere. I was enjoying it all. We left and L called her mom and it was a little hard to be standing up. As I was walking, I felt very light and I said, “What kind of a moron thinks they can fly on acid…I can!!!!!” I jumped up and falling down didn’t feel like it, it felt like I was still walking. So we got to G’s house and we were sitting outside and I felt the acid rising and falling gradually. I didn’t want it to go away. When I put my hands behind my back, it was weird, like they were no longer a part of me, yet they still were. G showed a CD cover which showed something wet and yucky and disgusting and she asked if it looks like a vagina and I was like... yuck, no, maybe. She was like, in a few years, you’ll know. I found it mean, as in I thought she was very homophobic, but at the same time I didn’t feel threatened. <br> <br> I was sitting there and me and L were talking about how we need to try other drugs. And I observed the trailing phenomenon on my hand. It was interesting. L’s parents arrived and we all got in. I didn’t want to look at them and L was sitting there singing the sesame street on marijuana song. Her parents were so busy fighting that they didn’t even notice. That was it, I realized that’s what fucks L up a lot, and she wants attention. At that moment I could almost cry. <br> <br> We were driving and I was looking out the window, and I couldn’t tell where we really were, yet I could, yet I couldn’t. We got to her house and I walked up the stairs and I lied down on her bed and I looked at her posters. It was then that I looked at a picture of Marilyn Manson’s arm and saw hair on it and I realized that Manson is human. It struck me that I thought of him as something other than human, but he is. It was cool to realize it. <br> <br> We later watched Moesha (for the first time in my life) and it was hilarious to watch it without sound because I could make it all up in my head. I thought that this episode was about facing racism in school, and it really wasn’t. It was fascinating to watch it. TV on acid is fun. I ate some candy and oh my god, it was delicious. I enjoyed it. <br> <br> Soon after I went home, I was driven and I made it home and I has hyper and great all night. I talked to people and listened to music and felt excellent, while enjoying some cute closed eye visuals. I looked at some of the classical period paintings in my room and they seemed to be moving. The horses and carriages of 19th century Paris came alive. The letters on my screen seemed to be floating off the screen, yet a second later they weren’t. <br> <br> I watched the season finale of Buffy the vampire slayer in the dark and it seemed so much better. In this episode, there was a bright dimensional portal which seemed to be illuminating itself everywhere. <br> <br> I went to sleep late and at 1:30 or so, I have to be honest and say, I jerked off. It was amazing to orgasm. I saw very, very, very interesting visuals in the dark. They were tunnelling and just surfaces. It was so cool. I experienced the very threshold of LSD and it was amazing. I wish I had gotten into conversation more and I need to do it again. Now that I look back, I feel like I was holding back the whole experience because I was too scared to let it out. I can’t imagine the beauty I would have beheld in the world around me if I had let it out. <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: 9716</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 8, 2005</td><td>Views: 6,098</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9716&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9716&amp;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), Difficult Experiences (5)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 carts.</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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="/chemicals/opium/">Opium</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"> 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">195 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I'll keep this short because the part of the experience that I found the most intriguing only lasted about 30-45 seconds. I was with a few trusted friends last year in the middle of the night at a large ornate Buddhist monastery in the next town over. These friends are the type with whom I experience real chemistry, we always did something and it was always fun. It never got old, there was always a sense of wonder and exploration; even if it wasn't a particularly new experience. This night was like that, But with more intensity due to the acid. We felt this elated awe as we passed the statues and gong towers and rock gardens and structures of far eastern motif. Getting to the point now, We smoked a bit of herb and were partaking of the opium right along and at one point we decided to sit on the steps of the giant Buddha hall and take a few nitrous hits. I'm always careful to breath appropriately with nitrous so as to protect my brain from damage caused by lack of oxygen. After 2 or 3 cartridges in a row, I entered this weird state that I'll never forget. I closed my eyes and felt myself spiral away from the world into a special place where it was dark but I was comfortable and not afraid despite the distance I felt. However, I was not unconscious. <br> <br> The next part is the most interesting to me, As my friends were still talking, I heard the words that they said but didn't really pay much attention because I heard their voices as the voices of other people in my life. Someone spoke and I heard my brother's voice distinctly saying the words. Someone else spoke and it was the voice of another close friend who wasn't with us. All I could do was laugh at the time, but instantly in my mind I was figuring out what was going on. I theorised that there is some sort of recognition circuit in my brain (obviously) that takes external data and makes sense of it by routing it to the appropriate areas of the brain based on past experience and what we have already gathered in our life regarding the stimuli. Through association circuits, nearly all the parts of the brain are connected to different degrees and I realized that this mismatch was caused by the content of the sentences being spoken. The person who sounded like my brother was talking about something that I strongly associated with my brother , mostly unconsciously, and so on. It makes sense biologically, the only thing I can't explain is how I heard the mismatched voice from the beginning of their sentences, before I knew the content of what they were saying. My conclusion: weird. Goes to show the mind boggling complexities of the human brain, our essence, and all the levels it is always working on. <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: 9940</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, 2005</td><td>Views: 21,032</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9940&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9940&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2), Cannabis (1), Opium (63) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Acid would have to definitely be my drug of choice but this last time scared the shit out of me. <br> <br> I myself have always been an acid head. The best for me is taking a few hits and watching a movie or just listening to music for the duration of the trip. When I first began taking LSD, I liked it so much that I was eating it 2-3 times a week for about 6 months. Plus, the most readily available form (and my personal favorite!) for this time was geltabs so in the consumption of gels I would say I have a degree of experience. But for some reason around the fall of 2000, most of the acid in MyHometown, FL just...disappeared! No one had any! So I had to be experimental with other things, which is a different tale altogether. <br> <br> Anyway, this guy I go to school with S and I have recently began hanging out. He is the only other 'tolerable' and cool user of assorted substances that I know and we share pretty much of the same standpoint on drugs of having the most fun but being relatively safe at the same time. The past couple of months we had been busting our asses to find LSD. X was kind of burning me out and I hadn't tripped in about a year. The weeks of searching finally paid off and we got a hold of some green gellys. The guy we bought them from (whom I trusted to some extent as do I with all my drugs suppliers) told us he ate 3 and was absolutely insane. Well, I didn't doubt him and wasn't planning on eating more than one so I figured his concept of 'insane' was something I had probably experienced before. Man was I WRONG! <br> <br> I ended up over at S's house around 7:45 P.M. After bullshitting with his mom, we decided to skip out to go play 'pool'. We had a list of important things to take care of such as acquiring laser pointers and glow sticks and such before we went back to his house. We decided to eat one before getting all the shit so the waiting period was more interesting. Well in cutting them up, I accidentally broke 1 and a half off. 'No bother!' says eye in popping it into my mouth, S one step behind in his procedure. I've been able to taste the acid on gels and papers before but these were like swishing liquid in your mouth. It was so strong that it coated the inside of my mouth pretty quickly. As I was saying before, I love acid but when tripping I'm also pretty obvious, especially in public, so I wanted to eat, get the shit, and motor back to the house before I would be seriously feeling it. Once glow sticks and laser pens were found, and the LSD teasing us with little waves of joy, we were on the way back to the house. On coming up to his street we were pretty far gone and were kind of worried what the conversation with his mom would be like. Thank god she was out when we got there cuz once I stepped out of that car I was completely FUCKED! <br> <br> We stumbled into the house and into his room and decided to watch the Brave Little Toaster. We plugged it in and were attempting to make some kind of logically connected conversation when his mom walked in and started talking to us. S mumbled something to her, I guess to answer a question she asked, and his response triggered one of those 'What the hell is the matter with you two' stares. She continued to stare at the two wide eyed teenagers laying on the bed watching a Disney movie for a minute or two and then retired to her bedroom. Feeling relieved, I continued to watch the movie and ride the euphoric wave for another 15min or so. <br> <br> This next part of the story is when it got really frightening for me. I was getting kind of fidgety and wanted to stay as immobile as possible. But the fidgeting was causing me to change positions on the bed which in turn was driving me crazy because I could not sit still. I finally calmed myself down and sat up on the bed. The second after sitting up caused one of those really nice head swims followed by my spine tightening up so bad that it actually hurt. I had to lay down again and shut my eyes to attempt to clear out some of the acid. I felt like I just wanted to be sober, just for 30 seconds, just so I could remember what it was like and know that I would return there sometime. But behind my eyelids was more light and color than I had ever seen. It looked like bright colored ink flowing through water above my head in fractal patterns. Not to mention it was producing a nice roaring type metallic ringing sound as a soundtrack. <br> <br> When I opened my eyes back up and turned over S was telling me that his girlfriend was coming over to use his phone for some odd reason and that we had to go outside. 'Outside?' I pleaded, 'But that means…that means I have to get up?!' The thought of getting up and leaving the house, allowing myself to be outside and open to uncontrollable forces was horribly frightening. After taking our time in running into the walls in his hallway and attempting to support each other about a pitch black house we found ourselves outside. S was off the wall with excitement, so much in fact that It added to my fright by the thoughts of him doing something retarded to get us busted. However the visuals outside were a plus. The darkness on the trees with the cool night breeze made it look and feel like each tree I looked at was giving me a hug. I didn't realize how messed up we were until his g/f and her friend arrived. We talked to them and I couldn't even look at them because the shadows on their faces were morphing them into monster-like figures. Then and there I lost all hope of controlling what was happening to me and became extremely paranoid and frightened and suggested we go back into the house. <br> <br> After that S was still off the wall and wanting me to get up and move around but I made it clear that I was on the verge of totally wigging out and didn't want to move. I was staring at his wall and listening to it moan as it seeped multicolored beads from it. Touching it caused louder moaning and my back was hurting so bad that I wanted to bend in a position to stop the hurt but couldn't. I was in and out of tormented consciousness with unknown sounds penetrating my ears and way too intense color for about an hour or so, the whole ordeal lasting from about 9:30 P.M. to about 3:15 A.M. <br> <br> I awoke next to S the next day at about 7:45 A.M. and felt nothing too horrible in negative hangover effects other than that day-after spaced out feeling. I don't know if it was the length of time between tripping, the strength of the tabs, or just the difference in the tripping environment that caused me to be so frightened but it was definitely the most terrifying ordeal I have ever experienced. Take heed and avoid freaking yourself out by setting up an environment that will keep anything that could ruin the experience for you far away… <br> <br> I know I will. <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: 9963</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 12, 2005</td><td>Views: 5,560</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=9963&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=9963&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I was clinically diagnosed with Bipolar disorder about 2 months before I had tried acid the first time, and was fearful since I was taking MAOI's, but curiosity got the best of me. My first acid trip was off of one blotter square, and I didn't really think that I was tripping. This was average acid [my experienced friends who took the same stuff said so], but I didn't get any large scale hallucinations, just saw a wave or two on the floor. I noticed that my thought process was a little different. It let me observe my actions and the actions/reactions of others from many different perspectives. This mild trip led me to trying it again. <br> <br> The second time we got the same stuff again and I decided to take two hits. What a difference it made, but my friends told me that the second time you trip is always more intense than the first [unless you get weak acid]. I had great hallucinations and in great numbers. I would sometimes see skulls and weird faces when I would look at things, which might be perceived as scary, but I have a strong mind and realized it was just a drug. I then began to have extremely deep thoughts about the beginning of time, the creator of this world ['The unmoved mover'], and the many discrepancies pertaining to the real world. These mystical/religious thoughts made me think about my depression and the reasons for it. I realized that my depression had come from my mind thinking downly upon myself, and then it became so strong that it actually became a physical problem. With this in mind I figured that if my mind could create a physical problem, that it respectively can take it away. I took each insignificant bad thought that had built up to my depression and analyzed it, until I realized that life is just one big journey/experiment, or trip as you may call it, and told myself why each painful memory wasn't bad enough to cause myself this mental pain. <br> <br> After a long meditative cleansing of my mind and soul I felt rejuvenated, as if I had been reborn. I then received one of the greatest feelings in my life… I had mentally destroyed my physical depression! The rest of the trip became extremely wonderful, I saw 'happy colors' everywhere, and I even started to geek out for about 15 minutes or so [not exactly sure how long, my concept of time was severely altered]. This made acid become my favorite drug of choice, not including marijuana. My friends told me about the dangers of bad trips and I believe that bad trips can be easily prevented if you have a strong mind/will. <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: 10165</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 14, 2005</td><td>Views: 7,504</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10165&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10165&amp;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), Guides / Sitters (39), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </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>   As a sort of flip side to my submission titled:'<a href="http://erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=44601">God or Insanity</a>', in which I describe an LSD experience with my father, I felt compelled to share another experience which is an example of what can happen when (through my interpretation),ego and arrogance decide that they are more powerful than the drug. <br> <br> In the months following the experience described in the other submission, I felt a presence, a sort of new found wisdom, clarity, and happiness toward life... However, gradually, my ego began to become dangerously intertwined with the experience; it slowly crept in and began a kind of claiming of responsibility for this new gift, twisting it in a way that was not honest. I don't recall if, in the back of my mind, I was aware of this or not at the time, but if so, that crafty ego was successful at pushing it far enough back so as to be ignored. <br> <br> At any rate, the 3 months that followed were the best of my life. My relationship with my father was incredible and I felt at peace and genuinely happy. Paragraphs full of wisdom would come from my mouth, coming without any thought at all, surprising all who knew me, including myself. This, I thought, was something that had to be shared with my brother. <br> <br> My brother has always been a tormented person. He has great difficulty letting go of pain. His relationship with Dad was always rocky at best. So when I mentioned to Dad the idea of including Bro in our gift, he thought it was a good idea, and plans began. Apparently we were now Gods and would take it upon ourselves to make decisions for my brother; in his own best interest of course. <br> <br> We informed my bro of the plan, which was to go into the mountains, rent a cabin and reproduce the experience shared by dad and I. Bro was very resistant to the idea of the LSD, but didn't want to pass up the chance to do some bonding with Dad. (I feel it necessary here to defend dad on this whole thing. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to have a relationship with his son. As wrong as this whole thing was, it was born out of love. (As for me, I was just pretty much selfish and hoped to expand on the gift I had been given.) <br> <br> Once at the cabin, we all partook in a tab and a half and began talking about life. After an hour or so I didn't feel 'high' enough so I ate another tab and a half. <br> <br> The conversation was good for a while, but eventually I began to talk without a breath for what seemed like forever. When Dad asked if he could get a word in, I said, 'Just overpower me,' ego full throttle now. Dad snapped back, 'listen to yourself....' Well these three words triggered a hellishly abusive, psychologically damaging, introspective character assassination on myself which I in fact still battle with at times to this day. All of the clarity and joy that had been present since the previous experience, was suddenly replaced with insanity, fear, and a despair that can only be understood by those who have experienced the abyss of darkness induced by a catastrophic trip. Would I ever recover from this? I deserved it didn't I? Who the hell did I think I was? God? ....Well God sure put me in my place that day. The rebuilding, I knew, could take a lifetime. <br> <br> Surprisingly (or maybe not), my brother was actually the dominant figure that evening. He was the only one who went in without any disillusioned ideas of what would occur that evening. He, for a change, was the pillar of strength. He didn't have any mystical experiences, but I think he actually gained some confidence seeing his 'stronger,' older brother reduced to a babbling moron, and his father struggling to explain himself. As to exactly what happened between he and Dad that night I don't know deatails due to my being trapped in my own hell, but from what dad told me, it was the worst night of his life. Suffice to say, our desired effect was far from realized. He described his nightmare that evening to me months later, once we had enough distance from the night to actually discuss what happened. He was enclosed in a capsule, slightly larger than the size of his body, the capsule permanently sealed by the hand of God, and floating through space for eternity,,,, in total darkness,,,, alone. <br> <br> While the whole thing was indeed a setback, there was no choice but to look it in the eyeballs, and learn everything possible from the experience. In fact it has only deepened my respect for the drug, rather than instill any sort of fear of it. Using the drug the way that we did here was a recipe for disaster. When I began to think that I was more powerful than the drug I should have backed off for a while and gotten a grip. BEWARE OF EGO. <br> <br> I am far enough away from that experience now that I think I have a pretty good handle on what happened and why. At first, it was sort of like surviving a violent hurricane, then climbing a nearbye mountain and looking down upon the wreckage to better assess the damage. Now the view of the landscape looks even better than it did before the hurricane, though there are still some areas which remain under construction. <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: 44746</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 17, 2005</td><td>Views: 10,860</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44746&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44746&amp;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), Families (41), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/caffeine/">Caffeine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/methylphenidate/">Pharms - Methylphenidate</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">67 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>  Well, this night was the most intense night of my life. The inner secrets I discovered about myself and about the world. I found out that there are more things in the world than what science can prove. <br> <br> My horoscope on the day that I had this experience stated that something would happen that would change my life, and if I did not follow through with my plans I would spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened. Well I didn’t really think much of it other than my cynical view that horoscopes were a bunch of generic crap that could apply to any situation. This night did change my outlook on life. This might go on for a while but keep in mind this was a non-stop 20 hour trip. It can be divided into three parts: the show, the transition, and the party. <br> <br> <b>The Show</b> <br> <br> This is where it started. There were three of us to start with. Me, Matt and G. we decided to start our trip at a fair with rides, sideshows, etc., and then progress to my friend’s party. I’m not going to cover what happened at the show in detail because that was more just for visual kicks of going upside down and being around spinning lights. At this point I didn’t realise the true nature of LSD. We got there straight, but psyched up. I had been tripping three times previously but not with such a high dose (I planned to do two trips against others advice. Apparently, with trips the experience of 1+1=2 is not true. Two trips are a lot stronger than simply a double dose), Matt had been tripping four times before and was planning to do just one because of his cash flow and G was a first timer. We managed to talk him into doing a half and then if he had it under control, the other half. <br> <br> By the way, these were strong trips (atoms). On the advice of a friend, J, whom we met later at the party we decided to have a trip clock. My watch had both analogue and digital settings so I set the digital to 00:00 at the time of dropping. The digital was also good because it went in 24-hour time. Well, that was the start. We dropped the T’s in a public toilet in the show, I dropped 1, Matt dropped 1 and G dropped half. As soon as we stepped out side it started raining. We then had some interesting experiences with animals and learned that on some level, they can identify trippers. My friend G tried to pet an alpaca that a child had just done the same to and it freaked out and ran in an opposite direction until it smacked its head into the opposite wall of its pen. It then collapsed and made some strange noises. G didn’t even touch it. We decided that we would avoid animals and have some fun. <br> <br> It was still raining but who cared. G wanted to try his other half so me and Matt waited outside for him. I looked at my trip clock. It was 01:00. This was when the trip took off. Me and Matt were playing with our inflatable hammers which squeaked. We did this until we realised that we had made a song with the pattern of squeaks. We looked around and everybody was staring at us. We cracked up laughing, as is the trademark of coming up in acid. The show was great, we went on rides, watched stuff in the main arena, and stared at out hands because they were morphing/melting and started laughing. 2.5 hours into the trip and I already realised this was the hardest I have ever tripped. And I hadn’t even peaked. <br> <br> Our next major event was in the children’s petting zoo. We were sitting on a park bench watching people watch the animals who were watching us. We were trying to figure out who was the zoo exhibit and who was the visitor. We realised that, because we were watching everybody they were in our zoo. We tried to discuss it normally but it kept on rhyming! So we wrote it down in Matt’s trip book. It was written as such: <br> <br> “Who’s in whose zoo? Is it me? Or is it you? Is it what we mean or what we do? Is it Matt, is it Luke or is it gru? YOU’RE ALL IN OUR ZOO! WE HAVE THOUGHT IT THROUGH! BECAUSE WE ARE LOOKING AT YOU!” <br> <br> We made such a commotion over what we had figured out that everybody was looking at us. We were now in their zoo. It was so much for us we had to leave. <br> <br> <b>The Transition</b> <br> <br> We left the show at about 04:00 on the trip clock. On this walk we discovered some things that could never be retold and understood without a very open mind to new ideas. Our goal was to meet J and Brendan. They were straight but J was planning to do an E at the party. He first wanted to check out the situation. Our walk from the show to our meeting place was about 1.5 hours, I guess. Its hard to tell because we stopped, did Nitrous, and talked a lot. It’s hard to retell but what we discovered about life was amazing. We tried to write it down but Matt’s pen leaked and broke. Obviously we were never meant to know this. We met J and Brendan at about 05:30 on the trip clock. We somehow read a map and caught a bus to get to the party. <br> <br> <b>The Party</b> <br> <br> From about 07:00 to 14:00 on the trip clock we were at this party. The actual time we got there was about 10:00 and we stayed until 7:00 the next morning. As soon as we got there the first thing I noticed was an E. triglochidiatus, a cactus that supposedly contained 5-meo-DMT. I rushed around the party with it looking for Matt until I realised that I was stabbing drunk people with its spines! I decided that it would be safer to put it outside, which is where I found Matt, G, J and Brendan. Me and Matt decided we would split my last tab and each do another half. We sat on the front balcony and had lots of nos. as well as that we blazed up two spliffs and each drank a bottle of Thai red bull concentrate. It was great! <br> <br> After about an hour of this I did a Nitrous. Just a single, but it kicked off the most intense experience of my life. I did it and just sat back as it was a normal Nitrous. I knew that they lasted for longer on acid and stoned but after about twenty minutes of a full on Nitrous I thought something had gone wrong. I was still nossing as much as when I took it! I thought that my brain couldn’t cope with the amount of drugs I had taken and that my brain was permanently fucked. I tried to talk myself down from it but I couldn’t. After about half an hour I was really scared. I was breaking out into a sweat and my heart was racing. The red bull concentrate I suppose. I got out of my chair and stumbled to the balcony edge and collapsed. Matt ran up to me with wild eyes, I thought he was worried about me but it seemed he was going through exactly the same thing. He was scared too. This made me feel a bit better but I told Matt what I was thinking. I told him I thought I had overdone it. The rush going through my body was indescribable but it was fucking scary. Matt looked at me sweating and said the words that I should have been thinking the whole time. In fact I felt stupid that I did not think of it. <br> <br> “Man, you’re tripping. What you’re feeling is the trips. Just flow with it.” <br> <br> I had completely under estimated the effect of acid so when it hit me it was overwhelming. There is absolutely nothing in the world that you can compare it to. As soon as I heard this I felt better. I was in a more positive mind set. I got up and instantly felt on top of the world. I walked around the house checking out everything. Walls were not even in existence, they just melted into pools of liquid on the ground but they were still taller than I was. People were morphed creatures and when they spoke small digital pieces of data shaped like fish swam out of their mouth. I wasn’t listing to the sounds I was watching and reading them. I thought I better find a nice place to sit. <br> <br> The guys’ whose party it was (a fucking legend) had set up a chill out room. It was a small room with a couch a recliner arm chair and the floor was covered in Mattresses. He had a hookah set up in the corner and this light thing that spun coloured lights around the room. Ambient music was being played over the soft bubbling of the hookah. I chose the armchair and didn’t move for about four hours. In that time the light maker fell a couple of times and exploded into a spectrum of pixilated colours. Somehow they pieced it back together and got it in working order. My vision would distort into cartoon form and for short bursts of time everything would look like drawing. To be accurate it looked like when you turn a photo into a drawing in PhotoShop. It was great. <br> <br> After about four hours of this I was down to a level where I could move again and talk to people who made sense. I found Matt and discovered that he had the exact same experience as me. During this time I drank a lot of water. I was walking around when I discovered my flash forward. It was similar to a flash back but it was a glance of the future instead of the past. I was in a situation where I looked at a sign on a door and the two people came out. At that point in time I thought it was deja vu but then I remembered where I saw it from. The exact same thing happened in one of my dreams about six months ago. I was flipped out. My brain had replayed one of my major experiences before I had ever done it. Then I went on to think what if I was in a flash back? For the following half-hour I expected to wake up in a street, forty years old with people all around me saying that I passed out. It didn’t happen. I was still sixteen. <br> <br> For the rest of the night I walked around and checked stuff out. I fount a guy who did a human beat box for about an hour straight. He was great. I found a chick who was a friend from school who pulled out a knife to show me and then admitted that she was revving on meth. I was frightened. She was a dangerously spontaneous and violent person. I found the guy who sat next to me on the couch for about six straight hours not moving. I learned that he had taken about five points of speed. About now I was coming down. I decided to take the five pills of Ritalin I had in my possession. If you are ever in this situation do not do it. It was about six in the morning. My body had had it. I did about two lines of Ritalin. My mind was so hyped up. My brain was working overtime but my body was fucked. My body couldn’t move. As I did my Ritalin my friend J decided, that at six in the morning, was the time to do his E. He was happy with the party so he did lines of his E. that was about it. At dawn we all walked into the city and went and saw the movie signs, which had an uncanny resemblance to the previous night. <br> <br> <b>My Conclusions</b> <br> <br> I do not underestimate the power of acid. I make sure that I have water, a nice relaxing place to chill if I need and some good friends on standby. If I am going to do more than one trip I am prepared. Two trips equal the power of about three. Also, I do not get freaked out. I have the power in my own mind to turn it into a good trip or a bad trip. This is why I need friends to talk to. It gives me a sense of well being. Last but not least, I do not go into any drug with the attitude “it will be a bit of fun”. Most drugs have a very intense spiritual connection to the world and are much more than just a recreation. They are an insight. At one point I was crying. I have not cried since I was 9 and I am now sixteen, but they were tears of joy and understanding. Remember this and be careful. <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: 17195</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 20, 2005</td><td>Views: 8,456</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=17195&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=17195&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Methylphenidate (114), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Various (28), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   This all began one weekend in Miami, Florida. I had met a couple of people online and they all seemed like a pretty legit bunch of individuals. We had all planned to check out a movie at coconut grove (from dusk till dawn) while tripping on what I believe were white blotters. I had arrived there about 8:00 PM to meet 4 people. The names I do not remember quite clearly, but there was a girl, 2 brothers named Don and something else, and a guy I named mime, because he had a black and white shirt striped shirt on. <br> <br> When I had arrived I found out that Don (the first time tripper) had taken 3 or 4 hits. The rest of the gang had taken 2 - 3, I myself had taken 3 once I got there. They were all tripping before me, for they had taken theirs about 30 - 45 minutes beforehand. As we began walking towards the theater to buy our movie tickets, I noticed that Don was acting kind of strange. Walking next to me he kept on asking where we were. After repeatedly telling him that we were at the Grove about to watch a movie, I knew something was going to happen. Everyone else thought that he was going to be ok, and they were all laughing about and having fun. Once we finally arrived at the theater Don was quite confused with his surroundings. He constantly kept asking me where we were, and what we were doing. I told him everything was going to be ok, and to just relax, soon we were going to be in the theater and everything was going to be fine. <br> <br> The movie didn’t start until another hour so the gang and I decided to go smoke out under a tree somewhere in the grove. Don kept on asking me where we were of course and what were going to do. By this time everyone was answering his questions and telling him that it was going to be ok. After all of us smoked out and chatted for a while we walked back to the theater. I began to notice that Don wasn’t acting himself at all anymore. He had a bath of sweat on him and he acted quite stuperous. By this time I was already feeling the effect, but my thoughts were on Don the whole time hoping he was going to be ok. <br> <br> Once we arrived at the theater and gave the movie guy our stubs, I couldn’t get my eyes of Don, I had a feeling I was going to look after this guy the whole night. We walked straight to the movie and sat down. I was sitting down next to Don, and his brother was next to him. In front of us was the girl and mime. 10 seconds through the intro of the film I began to noticed that Don was quite confused and worried. He kept on looking around and asking me where he was and what he was doing there. I told him we were about to watch a movie and everything was going to be ok. It seemed that my voice went out the other ear for he kept on asking the same questions real loud to the point were people were staring at us. I told the gang that this wasn’t going to work out and that we should leave the theater and find something else to do. After agreeing we left as quick as we can and tried to figure out the plans for the rest of the night. <br> <br> After walking some distance we noticed that we were in the wrong place at the moment. It was a busy Saturday night and Don couldn’t control himself and he looked very confused and disoriented, so we had decided to go back to his house and hang out in a park until we all sobered up. The girl and mime went out to get the car, and I stayed with Don waiting at a water-fountain, while his brother stood a distance from us because he had a book-bag full of weed and people were staring at us, including police officers. <br> <br> As I was waiting with Don for the car, he kept on calling people names that were passing by us and asking me where we were. Looking at him I noticed that he was in another world, and people didn’t seem the same way to him anymore. He wore quite baggy pants and they kept on falling down his legs so I had to assist him by holding them up to his waist. By this time I was fully blown tripping and feeling great. Hundreds of people were passing by just staring at us and pointing. At one point I had forgot about Don's pants and they were down to his ankles while he was falling over into a water-fountain we were standing by. After a while of waiting I finally saw the car pull up and we literally dragged Don on the ground to the car and sped off into the next adventure. <br> <br> By this time it must've been 11:00 PM as we drove to the park to sober up. Don’s head was on the girl’s lap talking weird stuff, and his brother was next to them feeling guilty about the whole situation. He kept on rambling about how it was his fault that this happens, how his brother is going to become a vegetable and he’s never gonna do drugs again and etc. etc. After finally arrived at the park I noticed that the girl starts crying real badly. Earlier in her years she had an abortion, and while Don was on her lap rambling about, he mentioned something about an abortion which triggered her memories and made her cry. For about an hour she sat alone in the parking lot while me, the mime and Don’s brother were talking about what were going to do. Don was in the backseat of the car staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, which really freaked us out as we tried to slap him out of it. Of course that didn’t work so we began think of how were going to take him out of his state. His brother mentioned to me that he knew a guy up at the beach who sold rohypnol and he could come down and give Don some, thinking that it would make him fall asleep, so he can rest and wake up all bright and shine in the morning (bad idea). <br> <br> His brother went to nearby phone and called the rohypnol dealer and he came as quick as he can for he knew Don quite well. I soon found out that he dealer himself was on special K, cocaine, alcohol, pot, and whatever else you can think off. When he arrived he tried to get Don out of his zombie state by talking to him and slapping around but that of course didn’t work. So he tried to slip a rohypnol into his mouth but he was unable to swallow the thing. So we all decided to skip the idea and just carry him to the middle of the field and hopefully sober up by time the sun comes up. Now Don is about 200 - 250 pounds I believe, so carrying him was no easy task. While we were dragging him to the field, lo and behold a security guard stops us asking what we were doing. Don’s brother reacted quite quickly and told him that his brother was drunk and he had to sober up before going home, because his parents would not approve of the situation. The security guard being surprisingly understanding accepted the story and told us to proceed as long as we did not make a disturbance. <br> <br> Once we arrived in the middle of the field and plopped Don on the ground we celebrated by smoking a nice relaxing bowl, which followed with what we were going to do about this zombie minded individual next to us. Soon afterwards the dealer had to leave and asked if any of us wanted to buy roofies. None of us bought any except for the girl who took hers right away with a couple orange juice gulps. <br> <br> Right now it must’ve been around 1 - 2 in the morning, the mime told us that he had to depart for he had a curfew and had to go home. We all said goodbye with a peace pipe and he fled off in his car. Soon thereafter the rohypnol began taking effect on the girl and she passed out. Don’s brother and I were in another world right now for LSD and weed make a perfect combination for an altered state. We continued to smoke bowl after bowl until we got interrupted. Interrupted by something I had never seen before. The girl began to seizure in her sleep rolling around, shaking, sitting up and falling back down repeatedly. After she stopped, Don’s brother and me were stupefied by the whole experience for none of us had ever seen that before. Soon thereafter she began doing it again in a much more violent motion which pretty much scared the hell out of me. She then began to sit up with her eyes closed swinging from side to side as if possessed by demons. But somehow she knew what she wanted to do as she struggled going in her book-bag and taking out her sweater. We watched for 10 minutes as she struggled to put on her sweater with eyes closed, until Don’s brother finally decided to become a gentleman and assisted her. Afterwards she fell back down to the floor and continued her seizures. <br> <br> After smoking bowl after bowl while watching her twitch and stop, twitch and stop, Don’s bro and I decided that we were quite hungry and wanted to get something to eat. He mentioned to me that there was a 24-hour convenience not too far away, about 5-minute walking distance. So after talking about it and smoking over it if we should leave these two zombies while we go out and get some food, we decided to do it. As we walked away we constantly looked back to eye our zombie friends to see if they were not walking about into a tree or into a lake. <br> <br> The walk to the convenience store of course lasted about 2 hours even-though it was only a couple of minutes. Once arrived there and having the lady on the other side of the glass, ask us what we wanted, we were stumped. 5 minutes later we still stood there decided what to get as the lady began to squint her eyes out of curiosity. Soon after my tripping partner blurred out that he wanted donuts and paid the woman. After another 2 hours of walking back to the scene we noticed that Don was sitting up looking at the stars which surprised us both while the girl was still lying down… Twitching in her usual manner. <br> <br> Don’s brother told me that he had to go home, for he was only 14 years old at the time and told his parents that he would arrive home in the middle of the morning and his parents would freak out if they didn’t seem him home. We had a very close moment as he told me to take care of his brother and try to wake him up from the state he was in. We smoked our last bowl together and he walked off leaving me in charge. <br> <br> As I sat there smoking the fine green next to a tree I prayed to God that if these two were to sober up I’d never trip again. I began to speak to Don and throwing rocks at him to surpress my boredom. I remembered Don rolling his own cigarettes and asked him to roll one to see if he was all right. After asking him numerous times and screaming at him he finally responded by looking at me. Surprised and very relieved to see life in him I told him to stand up and walk around while I bitched at him for making my night a misery so far. I told him to look at the girl…ah, now I remember her name. It was Alicia. I told him to look at her and see how fucked up she was and that we need to sober her up as soon as we can. By this time the sun was coming up and it wouldn’t be long until the community would be walking around their dogs and doing their daily routines of jogging to stay healthy. Of course he was still mildly in his state of tripping and unreality that I repeatedly had to tell him to snap out of it. I told him to pick up Alicia and shake her into submission so she could wake up and hopefully sober up before we would be noticed in the middle of the park. <br> <br> Daylight was up and Don assisted me in picking up Alicia while I smacked her face over and over and over and over again. I accompanied the slapping with pinching and dropping her on the floor to awake her. Her face felt numb, cold and swollen as I slapped her with one thing in mind…to become sober. Soon afterwards she began to cry which was quite a relief for both Don and me. She cried and complained how her head hurts and that she couldn’t take it anymore. We told her to walk around and sober up. Don mentioned to me that there was a pool not too far away and she can put water on her head to for some kind of relief. We assisted her to the pool and fed her donuts to fill her stomach with food and get her senses back. <br> <br> The time now was 8 - 9 in the morning and she had finally sobered up. The village was walking their pets and running of that fat they needed to lose. My online friends were up and about, sober and conscious talking about their experience as we walked to Don’s house to find his brother relieved at the sight of us. We entered the household only to see Don’s parents asking him how his night was…to which he answered it was all-right, we had fun. Afterwards I have never seen those people again. <br> <br> Next week came around and I broke my promise… I’ve been tripping monthly since that day. I guess the only thing I have learned from this experience is how to handle the situation when another one comes up…stay calm, do not leave them alone when bad tripping (although I didn’t quite do that) and help out however I can, it had crossed my mind many times to take them to the hospital, but for my own safety I didn’t. Maybe I should have done that instead, I’m just glad it all came out in a good way, but I doubt it will always come out that way in the near future. <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: 14788</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 20, 2005</td><td>Views: 13,540</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14788&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14788&amp;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) : Second Hand Report (42), Guides / Sitters (39), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</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>(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">61 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I was never a huge fan of trance parties. When I was young, I used to go with my friends and do some acid/shrooms/E, but when I got older, I lost all the interest I had in it. Because psytrance was never a music style which I loved, because I was seeing people believing in mystical bullshit just because they kept thinking about it when on psychedelics, because I was getting older and interested in serious issues and most people there were brainless kids, because I got deep into style and fashion and I found the decoration, the glowsticks and pacifiers and the clothes most kids used to wear at those parties were an offence to the 'good-taste', and since I have a good job, my idea of fun is going to a club, listen to house music, meeting some pretty people and snorting coke (or doing E for a change, sometimes). <br> <br> But anyway, yesterday, two friends of mine (lets call them R and F), who still like psytrance parties convinced me to go with them, to remember the old times (it was an indoor party). <br> <br> I am not taking any medication at the time. I had 300 mg of pure MDMA crystals, so I eye measured three 100 mg doses, crushed them into powder and put them into gelcaps. I left home to pick them up in my car. They were both at R's house. R gave me one microdot, F gave me four grams of Psilocybe cubensis and I gave each one of them one MDMA cap. I hadn't done LSD/shrooms in years, I lost most of interest on them, but this was the night to try them again, so I dropped the microdot and saved the shrooms for later. They also took their microdots and we drove to the party, which was a big event, 25 kilometres away from my house. <br> <br> When we got there, it was about 23:30 and it was pretty much empty. The lights were still on and there was no DJ, only a psytrance CD playing, not very loud. We all decided to sit down in the tables upstairs, to chat and wait until the party started. We sat down, chatted for a while, and I began to feel the acid. Well, I must admit that when I started to feel it, I realised I missed it. It was nice to feel my mind being amplified, my ego being split up, etc. My friends were also coming up, and they were laughing and talking a lot, but I got more introspective, and began concentrating on the one thing that always interested me in psychedelic drugs: they reveal the complexity of the human mind. They show me that our mind is a lot more than our ego. I wouldn't say that LSD can make us reach our id, but it certainly makes our ego touch it. <br> <br> I stayed there for nearly half an hour, smoking cigarettes and trying to understand all the mental processes that acid was making my mind go through, just thinking about what I was thinking :). Eventually, things started to warm up. People were getting there for the party, the lights turned off and the DJ started playing music. Psytrance sounded good to me because I was tripping, and we all dropped the MDMA capsule (this was my first candyflipping, believe it or not). We kept sitting, looking at the dance floor and listening to the music. Half an hour later, I started to feel the MDMA. Since I had parachuted the crystals, It hit me very strong, and I got those lovely waves of energy rushing through my body, those loved-up thoughts and the physical stimulation, so I had to go dance. I started dancing and smiling all the time, and the visuals began. Not those crazy visuals of things undulating, etc., but since I was candyflipping, the visuals were a lot more interesting and gentle, I was seeing huge and very detailed patterns of colours, moving in a perfect synaesthesia with the music and waves of purple lights embracing me. I never had these kind of visual, they were divinely beautiful. <br> <br> Five minutes latter, R and F joined me. We all danced for one hour until I met a girl and we went upstairs to sit down and chat. I liked her a lot, we had some great conversations, but I started noticing some negative things, like the fact that I was one of the oldest people there, and most of them were raver kids, with these awful clothes, pacifiers and glowsticks…well, it made me laugh a lot. :) Anyway, the girl handed me a pill, a blue omega, so I gave her two grams of shrooms. We thanked each other, she ate the mushrooms and so did I, chewing and the swallowing them, followed by the pill she gave me. We kept talking for another half-hour, when I was hit by an amazingly intense sensation… I don't know if the E and the shrooms took effect at the same time, but they probably did. How can I describe it? Pure ecstasy. <br> <br> These three drugs were making me reach a pleasure level completely unknown to me (not in intensity… when I smoked coke I saw what intense feelings mean :) ). I began to not care about the party being overcrowded by kids, I had too much empathy to feel any superior to anyone. I said to the girl we had to go to the dance floor again and dance. The euphoria was now a lot more intense and so were the visuals. I was still seeing a mosaic of colours, but they were a lot more intense and glowing, and behind this, I could see the whole world morphing and dancing. A little later, F came told me he and R had bought a couple of pills each, and asked me if I wanted one (each of them would give me half a pill) but I said, 'No thanks, I'm high enough, take them and have fun.' <br> <br> This great feeling lasted for some good three and a half hours, until I eventually started to come down. It was not a very harsh comedown, but me and my friends went upstairs again, and we talked about the night, about the high, about the music, the people we had met, etc. <br> <br> Finally, we decided to go home. I went to say goodbye to the girl I had met, she gave me her cell number and I gave her mine, and I went home, still high (but not HIGH). <br> <br> Like always happens to me after a night of doing E, I couldn't sleep, but I wasn't in a very bad mood. I just went home, watched TV and thought about the night. It was nice to go to a psytrance party again, and it was definitely nice to try acid and shrooms again. <br> <br> I think I'm not going to another one for some time, it's not my kind of party, but I'll certainly try shrooms (and maybe acid too) with E again, but next time, it'll be in a calm place, with a beautiful landscape and my girlfriend. <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: 19664</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 2, 2005</td><td>Views: 13,119</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=19664&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=19664&amp;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), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Large Group (10+) (19)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</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="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(freebase)</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>   Let me start with some background. I'm 19 now... at the time i was 18. My girlfriend and I had just left Reggae on the River in Humboldt County California by rafting down the river. We had taken acid previously but its effects were minimal. After reaching Garberville a few days later we were hitchhiking out when we were picked up by a rabbi. We got into the back of his truck (the bed) because another hitchhiker was up front. Down the road we noticed a man looking very frantic and waving his arms on the side of the road. The rabbi pulls over to pick him up. He runs up to the back of the truck where the other hitch hiker is letting him in, saying his friend has just been shot in the face because he was doing a drug deal. He gets in the back and is rambling to my girlfreind and I. He was 26 and used to own a glass company, which was recently shut down due to operation pipe dreams. Also, he was saying he has a huge house, wife, a kid, a crop of medical marijauan, LSD, DMT and says we can come and stay there. <br> <br> At this point the rabbi is saying we have to take him to a police station and i thought the that would be the end of our little fantasy world that just fell into our lap. Luckily for us we see a police officer parked on the side of the road. The rabbi stops and the man gets out to talk to the cop. Other officers were already on scene, he took J's (we will call him j) statement and surprisingly let him go. <br> <br> The rabbi continues and with this new passnger takes my girlfreind, the other hitch hiker, J, and i miles out of his way to j's house. <br> <br> We get out to find j's young wife at home by herself, their child was with their parents down state. She welcomed us and j told his story again. That night we smoked excellent weed and went to bed. The next day the hitchhiker took off, leaving my girlfreind and i at j's house. <br> <br> Later in the afternoon we start our acid trip. 2 hits. an hour later 2 more. A couple after that two more. I was walking around the house and property looking at the plants and feeling excellent about life, but not too many visuals. We stayed to help clean up the drug filled house in case the police payed a visit which they didn't because they invited j down to the station the next day after this. After tripping for a few hours, maybe less, j offers the DMT; 'The deemers' he says. and i begin asking a little bit about it. the conversation appears in my memory as mostly... on DMT? on DMT? on DMT? He tells me i have a galactic connection with the band sound tribe sector 9, which he puts in for the trip and says this experiance was given to me by my higher self. I am the first to go. I am sitting on the couch with my legs pulled up to my chest. <br> <br> It was an orangeish crystal sitting on top of some dank buds. j lights the lighter, brings it near the crytal but doesnt touch it to it, it melts, I take the hit, which is in a pipe the used only for DMT occasions. At this point I can only say I instantly found myslef in nothing. Again rather instantly i found that the nothing filled up very quickly with everything. All my emotions and feelings were looping over themselves. I would look around see fractals and events unfolding in the room occuring on what seemed to be nanoseconds, I could see everyone for who they were and felt a communication occuring that was happening only in my mind. Its common to (at this point what was being said cannot be englished) on DMT... on DMT. I would look at everyone, going from person to person hearing their unique lingiustic signature and trying to translate it, feeling confused. As I would look away form the people i would understand what they were saying to me and feel very intense joy and would be laughing very hard, going through long periods of deja vu and feeling time dilate into what seemed eternity. I would look back at the people and hear the communication again and time would flow a little more and I would look away and time would be still again and i would be laughing and feeling the 'deja vu'. This repeated for a long while, while i was just sitting on the couch, laughing and not moving. <br> <br> Looking back, now I am anxious to take DMT again. It has profound implications and meanings in my personal journey which are much much deeper than this story leads one to believe. The synchronicity in my life both before and after the dmt trip were simply amazing. All based around consciousness. 2012, galactic awareness... I hope this story affects someone. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 32132</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 13, 2005</td><td>Views: 12,413</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=32132&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=32132&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DMT (18), LSD (2) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Multi-Day Experience (13), Various (28)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/5meo_mipt/">5-MeO-MIPT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Before I give this report I must say that I am extremely experienced when it comes to substances of psychoactivity. I've had my times with cocaine and opiates (RX and street), use marijuana daily, done lsd about 4x, mdma and mda countless times, psylocibin roughly 5x, Ketamine, methamphetamine. I had no prior experiences with research tryptamines however. I mean the list goes on but I'm just trying to get u to understand that I'm no newbie. This experience actually occurred a couple weeks after trying some bunk acid, so I was extremely skeptical on the quality of the lsd I stumbled upon. <br> <br> -8:30pm- Anywayz I took 3 drops of liquid off the bat. <br> <br> Roughly an hour later I had completely convinced myself that the acid was gonna be bunk and I had the chance to get some '5 speed' (5-meo-mipt), so I purchased a capsule containing roughly 6mg and dumped the contents onto my tongue (tastes horrible). <br> <br> -9:30pm-(Oh yeah my friend 'N' was with me during the entire experience) Maybe 15 minutes or so later my friend, I'll call him 'J' (who had just arrived back in state from a vacation to AZ), arrived at my house. I gave him a couple drops of the acid, he was meant to only take the acid to determine the quality. Maybe 15 minutes after J arrived I began to feel a feeling of being scatter-brained. <br> <br> -9:45pm- From then on things slowly got visually and mentally intense. Me, J, and N left my home and rode to my friend 'B's apartment. When I arrived I was still thinking the acid was gonna be bunk so I told them about the '5-speed'. I thought the mental unrest was coming from the tryptamines. I couldn't stop talking about the 5-meo-mipt. I decided to leave cuz I felt like I was getting on everyones nerves. <br> <br> -10:30pm- During the ride home I began to notice colors were beginning to shift and a slight breathing of objects. Drum and Bass was AWESOME! When we got home we smoked a blunt and several bowls or marijuana (4g), but the weed never really changed my current mental state (FAR from baseline mind you). I really don't know what the effects of the '5-speed' were, maybe it caused the auditory distortion? Sound seemed to enter my ears from several different directions at times. 'N' had only smoked marijuana so he was doing most of the entertaining, showing us pictures, movies, playing music, and posing theories and such that would blow our mind. <br> <br> After maybe an hour,-11:30pm?- (perception of time was completely screwed by now), I decide that me and J should take the MDMA we had! We both have roughly 100mg of molly each. I take mine via insufflation. Over the course of the next hour the effects of the MDMA were definetly there and becoming stronger but never really take over. The visuals are enhanced to where glowsticks have the most amazing tracers I've ever seen and the actual color of the sticks would change from green to a purple and even white... breathtaking! My friend 'N' was doing Poi (stix on strings)! I know that candyflipping is normally done by taking the X first, rolling, then taking the cid and I can see why, cuz I never fully appriciated the mdma cuz it was still an obvious lsd trip. I had an urge to turn on the lights. Even when the eye rolling and wiggles and beautiful glowsticks. I also didn't find the skin sensation as overcoming if at all. I mean I remember knowing I was rolling balls but it simply wasn't as amazing. After 3 hours the effects of the xtc were diminishing and I was back to just tripping. <br> <br> -2:30am?- At this time I believe I could handle redosing lsd, me and J decide to do the last 5 or so hits of liquid between the two of us. I actually don't know how much acid I took cuz I couldn't tell if it was coming out or not. I'd say maybe 2 or 3 at the most. Hell maybe 4 I have no clue lol. I actually took the hits over a period of a half an hour to an hour. The effects of LSD, in no time, make it to the plateau of the last dose. This is around the time I realize how unsure I am about the '5-speed' and the effects it caused. I once again find myself laughing at everything, everything is nonsense! I find myself constantly trying to figure 'things' out but I only get more confused, and by 'things' I mean EVERYTHING: colors, social situations, money, greed, love, hate, friends, life, you name it! Around 4:00am I finish downloading the film 'Waking Life'. N starts the film and we begin watching it while having a conversation. At this time my friend J is in the floor staring at the carpet and wall and has a look of sheer terror on his face. Personally I was having a blast and I couldn't understand how this could have possibly gotten bad to him. I tell him itz going to be alright, tell him to relax, and let him know that itz a drug and it will eventually be over. It seems to help a lil bit. <br> <br> I continue with the movie while talking to N about the film. Periodically I try to attract J's attention to the movie, but he says watching it makes everything worse. I end up totally ignoring the movie and sit beside J urging him to conversate, which he does. Over the next few hours we sit and talk about everything, mainly trying to describe the visuals and thoughts which we were experiencing/experienced. Seemingly able to sum the entire experience into a word or phrase, like 'you never know'! This was J's first time doing LSD by the way. My first time candyflipping and also doing 5-meo-mipt (alone or in combination). All of my experiences with LSD were never in this high of a dose and alwayz lsd by itself. MDMA and MDA were combined with mushrooms a couple times quite beautifully. <br> <br> This experience for me was an amazing voyage, one that required nothing but the company of some good friends. I'll never know what 5-speed is like until I try it solo, as of now I have no opinion. However, I can say it isn't bad. There was actually no time that things were scary, or in any way bad. I've had a few bad trips and this time a bad trip didn't even seem possible. My friend J had a period of time he considers a bad trip however. I found myself more comfortable than normal with the mindfuck of the lsd, normally 'mindfuck' kinda made me feel like I was losing my mind or was actually stuck in that mental state. My best guess is that the 5-speed if anything helped me keep it positive mentally while slightly adding to the psychedelic rather than visual aspects of the experience. The MDMA was really good but could have been better if done first maybe in combination with 5-speed. The acid trip was mindblowing in retrospect, I had never seen the effects of LSD at that high of a dose and to be able to mix it with some other wonderful substances was icing on the cake! <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 34071</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 8, 2005</td><td>Views: 16,233</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=34071&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=34071&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 5-MeO-MIPT (287), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:25</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 cart.</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> </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 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   Drug: LSD, in the form of one 'Easter Island' blotter tab. <br> <br> Administration: Oral <br> <br> Mindset: Cool! I’m really looking forward to this trip, my friend Eric and Fragment are both tripping for the first time. Friend Bob decides not to take his trip, and instead just smokes some chronic. Read a lot of reports and talked to some other people who have had these blotters before, so I’m fairly confident that its going to be a fantastic night, and that I’m going to trip absolute balls. <br> <br> Also, I can’t wait to have nitrous on LSD, as I’m told it’s a crazy experience. Not really nervous since I’ve taken LSD before, however I can imagine the nervousness that Eric and Fragment must be experiencing, which is only further compounded since this is their first real 'chemical experience' of sorts. Eric and Bob have to go early the next day, so we decide to drop the cid early in the night. <br> <br> Setting: Fragment’s garage/house. It’s detached from his main house so it doesn’t suffer from having the occasional and unfortunate parental walk in. There’s the main room, Frag’s bedroom, and a garage spot out the back where we had beds to sleep in. This was also where we smoked the chron. People there are me, fragment, friends Eric and Bob and Frag’s brother, 'r' and his friend Ivan. <br> <br> Timeline: <br> <br> 7:09pm T + 0 <br> <br> Fragment, I and Eric eat one 'Easter Island' blotter each. Tastes like cardboard and generally isn’t very nice. Bob decides not to eat his at the last minute and instead just chills with us. I keep the blotter under my tongue for a while (20 mins) and then decide to chew it up. Tastes like cardboard, so I have a shot glass full of creaming soda to get rid of the taste. Frag puts on some Astral Projection, a goa trance group and we sit back and chill out for a while just talking about stuff. Myself and Eric find Frag's strobe and my UFO fibre-optic lamp and set them up for later in the night. <br> <br> 7:39pm T + 30 <br> <br> We decide to head out into the back of Frag's garage and his brother 'r' and friend Ivan decide to smoke a little of their chron to get their night started. They quickly assemble a gravity bong while I sit down and talk to Frag and Eric about stuff. I then remember that Frag has a digital camera, and decide to try and get the capture function working on it. After trying unsuccessfully to do it, I give up and meet Frag half way, he says 'no way, only 30mins into it and I'm already feeling something'. Knowing this is just an alert, I say 'It’s probably just your first alert'. He seems put at ease, and we both go back into the garage and chill there. I pack some cones of this mad cronique for 'r' and Ivan. They both get very stoned, and Bob decides to have a cone or two. Meanwhile, I start to feel the come-up of the chemical, 'weightless' arms, and the feeling of that seemingly impossible 4th dimension <br> <br> 7:54pm T + 45 <br> <br> I’m definitely feeling the come up now, the start of the eutrophic feeling that I often get with MDMA, my mood improves from good to great. Eric is complaining that 'It isn’t working' I reminisce back to when I first had LSD, when I didn’t notice any effects till I was peaking. 'You probably are, but you haven’t realised it yet' I say, hoping to quell his feelings of disappointment. <br> <br> Time for a quick side note; Eric is the hardest drinker I know, for his diminutive Irish stature, his drinking prowess is well renowned in my circle of friends. At first, I thought he was simply treating it a bit like Alcohol, and not admitting that he was feeling any effects (the 'I’m not drunk, I’m more of a man than that' syndrome ) so I decided to really test the effects by giving him a bulb. <br> <br> I loaded a bulb into the bulbalator, and handed it to Eric. He inhaled the entire bulb and let out a great sigh of relief as he exhaled the bulb. I waited for the effects to hit him, and hit him they did. He flopped around and made strange noises, as one does on nitrous. 'Woah!' he says 'That was one intense nang!' Around 5 mins later, he claims that he’s still feeling strange, and that it’s just the nitrous, but I know otherwise. <br> <br> Meanwhile, I’m really starting to feel good, my arms feel very strange now, and walking feels great, as if I’ve got a springy step, like springs on the bottom of my shoes. <br> <br> 8:17pm T + 1h8mins <br> <br> Fragment is on the computer doing something; the goa is still going strong and is really starting to sound much better than normal. Feel my 3rd alert, and really starting to feel the effects. While looking at things for along enough time, I think I can see like a microscope, viewing in and in with lots of levels of detail. Bob (who is quite stoned) and Eric are sitting on the futon/couch watching fragment do things on the computer. <br> <br> I decide to head back into the garage, and smoke a ‘lil cron, Eric decides to come with me. <br> <br> 8:24pm T + 1h15mins <br> <br> Myself and Eric sit either side of the small table which holds the bucket bong and the cron. I decide to use my bong, as I prefer it to the buckets, where as Eric decides to have the first bucket. Bob lies on a bed, looking decidedly stoned, Ivan and 'R' have gone into the house looking for munchies. <br> <br> Eric pulls the first cone, and inhales it down. 'Wow, this goes down real easy' he remarks as he sits back and chills as I pull a cone. It is definitely easier I realise as I pull the cone. The cron seems to go down without the usual slight discomfort. <br> <br> We both look at each other, Eric has pupils the size of the moon, and I suppose I do too. The cron hits and I start to feel the effects of the LSD even more. Eric looks at me and we both decide to have another cone. We then head out and see what fragments doing in the other room. My mind is really gearing up, and the little men inside my brain are starting to shovel the coal of ideas faster and faster. <br> <br> 8:33pm T + 1h25mins <br> <br> The book that I was writing my alerts and feelings in simply has this line written there 'Wow! Fucked' And I was. By this time, the LSD had reared its head to full effect, I was just under the start of my peak. Full body rushes, great feeling of well being, feelings of floatyness cave upon my soul and I start laughing. I hear the 'Psssssssscht' of the bulbalator, and I head into the garage to see that fragment is taking a nang. I watch as his reality splits in two, his brain unable to handle the full effect of the nitrous and LSD. <br> <br> I’d gotten to the stage by now when I couldn’t wait any more for my nitrous, and looking down at my hand, where I’d written earlier before 'You Have Nangs!' I ran off to grab a box and returned to the bed where fragment had been earlier before. <br> <br> I load 1 bulb into the bulbalator as I hear the 'Psssssssscht' I feel relieved, I take the bulb into my lungs, and reality simply ceases to be. I feel as if I sink 10 feet down in the soft bed that I’m now lying IN. The roof melts, and I see a vision of a multi-coloured land. The trees and grass are bright green, and the road is a bright yellow colour. As I put my hands to my face, I wipe away this 'Reality' into the next one. <br> <br> Just after I get up, I know that I’m peaking. The acid is very strong, and everything is in full effect now, a slight loss of motor control in the legs I notice as I walk into the main room and sit down on fragment’s futon next to Eric. Someone has turned on the strobe light and now my vision has gone haywire. Snatches of thousands of small realities bombard my senses as I start to have visions of swirling colours. <br> <br> Note: This is where I stop writing in my book, for obvious reasons, namely loss of control of my brain . So the timeline gets quite demented here <br> <br> 9:??pm T + 1h??mins <br> <br> Woah, I’m lying on the floor looking up at Ivan who has just returned from his munchies mission, but suddenly I’m no longer nickthecheese, I’m Lieutenant Commander Chris Chips of the 32nd Space Infantry. We are stranded and are trying to get back to earth, and I have just received some important news about the war. I write in the book ; 'Important news, Someone told us about the war, there will definitely be large scary blonde models who are thin and wear phat pants.' <br> <br> I looked up, Ivan was one of those models, he looked at me and I was scared. I turned to 'The Strobe' our technological saviour to banish the models away. When I looked at the strobe I imagined the technology side of life, how we depend on electricity, electronic messaging and just technology in general. I was so lost in thought, I didn’t realise that I was slowly being swallowed by the carpet, so quickly I got up and sat back down on the futon. <br> <br> 9:??pm T + 1h??mins <br> <br> I find the book again, it reads 'eVil had consumed the previous pages and I can feel it coming now' <br> <br> Wow! This trip is going great. Bob is sitting around, trying not to look bored, but I can see that he is. I look at Eric he is doing something, but I can’t figure out what. Fragment is using the computer, and goes off to do something. I look at Eric and he smiles, we both go for the computer and type our thoughts down simultaneously. Some (well, most of it) is garble, but some of it makes sense to us. <br> <br> Turn around to look at something and realise I have writing on my hand, it reads 'You Have Nangs!'. I leap for joy, 'I HAVE NANGS!' I say proudly, Eric looks at me, and then looks at his hand, 'Hey! I got em too!' he says. We both dance happily around until Frag comes back to find that his PC has been hijacked. 'Let’s go do some of these nangs' I say to Eric as we both go out to the garage. <br> <br> We go out to the garage, and Eric loads 3 nangs into my bulbalator. He inhales the first lot, and goes crazy, I can see inside his body, the nitrous effecting his already overworked brain. Then he quickly grabs the book off me and writes 'I WILL EAT ALL OF U'. I ponder about the long term effects of drugs that can do something like this to the brain, but all that is washed away as I start loading the bulbalator. <br> <br> I ponder as Eric goes limp and flops around at the last of his nang, the three things that the human body remembers to do, regardless of its state. They are; Breathe, Beat Heart, and Load Bulbalator. I tell Eric and we both laugh, we swap positions and I inhale the nitrous. Words simply cannot describe what I felt. A million different realties rush in from all sides, and I replay 100 people’s lives. <br> <br> 9:4?pm T + 1h ??mins <br> <br> I find the book again, and I feel relieved, since I lost it. I write 'I found the pen, the book is safe but the strobe is my man pimp slowly <unreadable characters> 70’s, 80’s, early 90’s, 00, 02 &gt; oh yeah, years of strobe' <br> <br> I think I wrote this because at this time, Eric had found the controls to the strobe, and was slowly increasing its flash rate, hence the 'Years of strobe' as the strobe got faster, technology increased, like computers today vs. computers in the 70’s. <br> <br> I marvelled at such technology, but remembered my ultimate goal 'I need to find my shoes so I can go outside and look at nature with a magnifying glass.' <br> <br> 'Oh no, strobes got me now, I’m trapped in a submarine with a strobe driver as a whore' <br> <br> I think at this stage I wanted to get out, the strobe had become cumbersome and I needed to see the other side of life, nature. I think it was around this time that we ventured outside and hand some nangs outside. I was constantly perplexed, if the nature side was this beautiful, how come we were so dependent on the strobe (technology). I pondered this over some more nitrous, and not being able to find a sufficient answer, and being cold, I went inside for more goa. <br> <br> 10:41pm T + 2h8mins <br> <br> Note: ^^ Only reason this is here because I wrote down the time in the book. <br> <br> The book reads at this time 'I’ve got a pencil now, its 10:41pm' 'Fish finger is really yucky' <br> <br> Ivan and 'r' had gone back into the house for more munchies and returned with fish fingers, which I tried to eat but instantly spat out because they were so yucky. It tasted like a cold, wet, furry apricot bar, but without the apricot. <br> <br> I tried to chop some cron at this point, to have a little more of a smoke, but I kept thinking of other things to do, and kept getting distracted. So I wrote myself a note 'What is nickthecheese doing?' 'HE’S CHOPPING UP CHRON! DO IT!' I chopped up some chron, but got distracted and went into the strobe room and talked to Eric for a bit about how we were feeling. <br> <br> 11:23pm T+2h42mins <br> <br> I finished chopping the cron sometime ago, but kept forgetting to smoke it. Me and Eric decided to smoke, so we had another cone each, and then went back to the strobe room, where the computer was playing some winamp AVS visualizations (Tag’s – Bitter Paper. To be exact) It looked so cool, swirling colours chopped up into flashes of reality by the strobe. I had gotten slightly sick of the goa however, so I decided to go get my headphones. <br> <br> <br> 11:2?pm T+2h4?mins <br> <br> I got my discman and put in 'Aphex Twin – DruQks' Disc 2. <br> <br> All I can say here is that when on LSD, I have never heard more beautiful and thought provoking music. All of Aphex’s music I have enjoyed in the past, but none more than this. My movement started to mimic that of his songs, with my movements becoming mechanical at first, and then slowly changing with the music. It was, literally, a new way of life. I danced the CD all the way through, before giving it to Eric who did the same, and now appreciates Aphex more than he did before. <br> <br> Unknown time, T + 3-4h <br> <br> The cat enters the room. Mega shock. I love cats normally, but I just had to feel the texture of its fur now, so I picked it up and stroked it lovingly, when it looked at me and I swear it smiled. So I put it on the bed and started stroking it listening to Aphex. Ivan and fragment came in and started stroking the cat too. If you can imagine 3 guys stroking one cat, the cat was SO happy. He purred and that made me feel good, as if I had re-connected with my side of nature and my previous 'Strobe Addiction' or dependence on technology had ceased. Nature didn’t care if you had sinned in the past, but it cared that you cared about it now, so I lay there and stroked the cat some more. I renounced the strobe, with all its artificial glory, and praised the cat, and the nature of the whole world. <br> <br> Unknown time, T + 5-6h <br> <br> The cat, bored with lying on the bed, entered the room with the strobe, and here is where my previous conceptions fell apart. The two forces in the universe, 'The Cat' (nature) and 'The Strobe' (technology) had melded. The cat was made of liquid chrome, much like the T-1000 from Terminator 2. I quickly rushed over to the cat and stroked him, the liquid chrome coming off onto my hands, and dribbling over my fingers down onto the futon. This was amazing, how could nature and technology join as a whole, like the positive and negative of the universe, and not completely annihilate each other. I was confused, and getting tired by this stage, so Eric, myself and Fragment decided to go to bed. Bob had already gone to bed, but I hadn’t noticed. <br> <br> The effects were noticeably still there, but did weren’t nearly as strong as I pulled the much softer than normal rug over myself and went to sleep. <br> <br> Conclusion: Wow! What a fantastic trip I had. I couldn’t have asked for much more, maybe just a teensy bit of paranoia in the morning, when I thought Bob was insulting me, but apart from that, the entire night rocked. <br> <br> Thanks for reading this far, next time I do LSD will be for self discovery, and I think I am ready to take the next step up in dosage. <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: 15536</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 13, 2005</td><td>Views: 9,939</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=15536&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=15536&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </unreadable></div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:15</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">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   If this reads a bit messed up, I just took my 6th soma/codeine in the past hour, I'm a little messed up ;] <br> <br> T+00:00 (4:45pm) - Tripping on acid in the city is a mindfuck no matter which way you look at it. Tripping alone in the city is a real test of your integrity. In the city all these outside interferences mess with you mind, and there is no means of blocking them out. It was my last day in Boston, I was moving home from college, and I decided to go pick up a sheet of acid. I made a call, picked it up, went to my room, and began to cut it. I cut off a strip of five hits and palletted it, then began packing. <br> <br> T+02:00 (6:45pm) - Its taken me about two hours to pack and I just finished a wrestling match with the bundles of cords from my computer. For some reason they saw it fit to tangle themselves around my chest, making me feel constricted, and threatened. Obviously the acid is doing its trick, I'm sweating profusely, the white-painted cinder block walls are dripping, the room is breating organically. I decide to make a phone call to a friend whom I'm supposed to visit once I was done packing. They say its fine to come over, so a quick piss and I'm on my way, or so I thought until I stared in the mirror. My pupils were pieplates. With this particular acid, which I had been taking for some time, (there was steady supply), I find that you peak after about four hours. <br> <br> T+02:05 (6:50pm) - I begin my trip across the rose garden in Boston, towards the Fenway area. Crossing a street, I stepped out in front of a van without looking. Its brakes locked up, (There was alot of snow on the roads) and was hit by a tow truck towing an old buick, which was in turn struck by a minivan. A four car pile-up. My perception of the events are blurred, But I do recall seeing an impact wave from the sound of the cars colliding, which radiated right through my body. That was an intense moment, I fled, walking briskly across the street. Then I heard a jet taking off. From my viewpoint I could see the entire city lit up, the prudential, copley sq. etc..., and all I see is the noisy jet taking off just behind the prudential. The energy wave from the jet shook the entire city, I saw intense vibrations, and the prudential slightly bent about ten degrees to the left. Cool. <br> <br> T+02:15 (7:00pm) - The walk took longer than usual, I kept forgetting where I was supposed to be heading. But I finally arrive at my friends apartment. They buzz me up and I run to the room. I pack my large bowl, about a gram and a half of fantastic head nugget, and begin to toke with my friend. I am sweating profusely. She had taken this acid before, so I knew that she knew what I was going through, though she has only taken two tabs maximum (this is extremely potent shit). I told her I had taken five. She looked at me in disbelief, and reminded me that my father would be at my dorm at 10:00am to pick me up. Thank you for the reminder. <br> <br> T+03:00 (7:45pm) - Things have been going well, my visuals are extremely intense, Out of the corner of my eye I keep seeing my female friend flicking her tongue at me in a seductive manner, but when I look back, she is doing her homework. WEIRD. We have a mellow music selection on and it is easing my trip, as I slowly tap away at my 30 rack of bud. <br> <br> T+03:45 (8:30pm) - I've been playing guitar for about half an hour, and it still amazes the heck out of me. The vibrations of the strings are electric, my whole body quivers with every note I play, I play some floyd, some zepplin, hendrix, dave, and metallica to keep myself entertained. Suddenly another one of my friends comes in. He decides we should go for a walk to get some nugget. I've never really hung out with this kid, so at this point I'm weirded out, but I enjoy a good test on my mind, so I consent to the adventure. <br> <br> T+03:50 - 04:15 (8:35 - 9:00pm) - The walk seems to take forever, with every turn there is a bum asking for change or a cigarette. I cant even talk to them at this point, only stare as their mouths grow long, twist, melt, and suck in. Weird visuals from the bums. We finally got to the house we set out for. <br> <br> T+04:15 (9:00pm) - The person I was with is an unusual character, spent about six years of his young life (11-17) in las vegas, tripping on acid hundreds of times, so as you can imagine, he's pretty far out there and likes to fuck with less experienced people. Turns out the place he took me to is a friend I'll call Daniel. Daniel is a devil worshiper that lives with other pentagram people. We enter the appartment, and go to Daniel's room. Unfortunately for me, Daniel's stomach ulcer is acting up and he's vomiting everywhere between taking lines of cocaine. We smoke another bowl, buy some hash and herb, then retreat after what seemed like forever. <br> <br> T+04:55 (9:40pm) - The walk home was intense as well. I was talking to my friend about how I can control people's minds while tripping on lsd, and I wanted to prove it to him. He said sure... As we were walking down the sidewalk, a young couple was approaching from the following direction, a young man and a beatiful brunette. My friend is not the most handsome guy in the world, but when the couple reached us, the girl broke away from the guy and stepped right in front of my friend, checked him out, gave him a smile, grabbed his nuts, then continued on as her boyfriend yelled at her asking what the fuck she was doing. The whole time I just watched and concentrated. Weird. My friend flipped out saying that it was so random etc... until suddenly some man goes sprinting bye in the middle of the street at full speed. Weird. As we get closer to home, a man says to us as we're walking by 'Hey you boys wanna buy some beers'. I reply ' NO I'm PISS DRUNK', then the man pissed himself, and my friend pointed it out first, he was only high on cannibus. Weird. <br> <br> T+05:15 (10:00pm) - Ah home again. We finally arrive home and the night continues to go well, I sit in a room and play guitar and stare at dead posters, completely gone. <br> <br> T+06:45 (11:30pm) - My friends decide to watch a movie, I try to watch but they try to fuck with me by putting on the spanish subtitles, they know I speak spanish, and I'm hearing what the person is saying in english, and reading it in spanish at the same time. It was too much to handle. I left the room. <br> <br> T+07:00 (11:45pm) - My two lesbian friends enter the empty room and begin talking with me. I've known them for quite some time, and they are completely gay. But one of them started to rub my thigh, then the other asked if I wanted a little going away present. Being the dumb acid head I am I said 'What are you talking about'. She replied 'You wanna unwrap me and (Jill we'll call her)'. Sure I said. She mounted me and we began to makeout, these are some hot lesbians too, what a fucking thing to do while tripping! <br> <br> T+07:15 (12:00am) - I dont remember much of the kissing stuff, but I do remembert getting head from the two of them at once, it was so hard to hold in my excitement if you know what I mean, but I did. <br> <br> T+08:45 (1:30am) - The sex was amazing, I can only say that having one of your fantasies come true, while tripping, is an amazing thing. Anyways, everyone went to bed, so I'm left by myself. <br> <br> T+09:45 (2:30am) - Cant sleep and my mind is way out there, I'm starting to lose it. <br> <br> T+10:45 (3:30am) - My phone rings, its one of my friends that I sold some of the cid to, he doesn't seem to be speaking english, so I turn off my phone and toss it aside. <br> <br> T+14:15 (7:00am) - No sleep, still tripping, and I call my mother to try to delay my father's arrival. Not happening. <br> <br> T+17:15 (10:00am) - I meet my father for breakfast, eating a bluberry muffin while tripping is scary. All the nooks begin to move and breathe, its weird. My father notices I'm acting strange and asks what's wrong. 'Hungover' I say. <br> <br> T+18:45 (11:30am) - I'm driving home with my pops and begin confessing my love for marijuana to him, he has never done any drug. <br> <br> T+19:50 (12:35pm) - Home at last, and bed for me, I cant be out with my family, the whole world is closing in. <br> <br> T+21:10 (1:55 pm) - The trip has ended and I'm fast asleep. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE I MUST SAY! <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: 21224</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 6, 2005</td><td>Views: 10,256</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=21224&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=21224&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Various (28), Sex Discussion (14), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), General (1)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I live down in South Africa, a place of insane beauty, culture and energy. Me and two of my closest friends arranged to travel the rugged coastline with nothing but a tent and the thirst for adventure. I was blessed to find the most incredible LSD in the 200-300ug range and so the journey began. <br> <br> On our third night we found a beach surrounded by lime green cliffs, scattered with mystical caves and sand rarely marked with human feet. We decided to hike down the cliff on a rather treacherous trail and make camp for the night. <br> <br> At about 5pm, just as the sun lost its brutal intensity we took our dose. We explored the beach for a while and once we felt the surge of the acid take hold we returned to our cave to lie down and listen to Jim Morrison - An American Prayer. The music became all powerful and faces swirled in the cave above. Then sunset came. Standing knee deep in the icy and restless water we watched the orb of light sink slowly into the sea - around us we could see the earth breathing, everything had faces and spoke to us, not with words, but with beauty. I can truly say that this was the most powerful sunset of my life. <br> <br> Darkness descended and we went cave exploring. We found an Alice in wonderland like rabbit hole in one cave and of course dived in head first. Inside the cave it was pitch black - it felt like being in the stomach of a giant being. The walls were slick and every flick of our lighter revealed complicated stone structures the likes of which are indescribable. We stayed in the cave for about 30 minutes, laughing and feeding on the surrounding energy. When we left the cave a dense mist had rolled in off the sea and the surrounding visibility was about 5 feet. It was a cold night, yet every now and again an incredible warmth would surround us. I can’t explain this, except that I knew there was a presence on the beach with us that night. The presence guided us and when it left, we would feel cold and alone. <br> <br> At about 9pm - we suddenly realized our situation. Trapped on a remote beach, nobody knows where we are, anything could happen - we felt very isolated and alone. It was a scary, but ultimately amazing feeling. We were experiencing the true nature of night, the same as any wild animal or as man a few hundred years ago. Our senses were acute and we could feel every vibration, see every movement and taste the life in the sea air. The night was filled with an amazing adventurous spirit. We all had profound insights about the misdirection of our lives and our imbalances and today we are all better people, striving to follow our dreams. <br> <br> We were so lost in the confusion of society and western thinking - this trip was like a sledgehammer of reason and truth - I am now starting to wake from my earthly slumber - how foolish it is to follow, when we are able to create. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50205</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,004</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50205&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50205&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">185 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   An foaf and and an foaf took 150mcg of LSD and expected a cruisy journey for themselves one morning. The plan was to have a wonderful morning experience with the sunrise. <br> <br> At t+40 (M) needed to go home for an unanticipated bowel movement which being on a cliff side watching the sun come up had no spaces to cater for (if you get my drift). (F) agreed going home was a wise choice at that point in time. <br> <br> At home in less than 10 they both noticed serious nausea and disjointedness in their communications. CEV and OEV were quite marked and the synchronicity of their inner pains to their outer experiences was escalating. They were in a state of alarm whilst still aware of their alarmed state and therefore contained panic. Both remarked that they had never experienced such disjointedness in earlier experiences - ever - and both had never experienced such physical discomfort. <br> <br> They both traced the changes in their experience to the usage of a herbal bowel cleansing device used to remove impacted food from the lining of the bowel. A quick research of the ingredients reveals that there are very similar products out there that are reputed to have the same cleansing properties. <br> <br> The discomfort continued throughout the duration of the experience and herbal colon relaxing teas were of little help. It was to be a rough ride to the end. At t+10 hours the pain and discomfort was subsiding and communications between the two were back online and clear. <br> <br> Both M/F noted that they had previously attempted a pscilocybe experience whilst using this same cleansing material and discovered to their amazement also that this was a very uncomfortable experience with a lot of nausea. <br> <br> Both M/F stopped the usage of the bowel cleanser and immediately set up another test to find that there were no ill side effects to be noted. Since this experience both have not had any ill side effects at all from various substances. <br> <br> They were taking at the time 1 tablespoon of Fibreblend morning and evening when the bizzare effects were noted. <br> <br> Both would like the world to know that using psychedelics whilst doing herbal bowel cleansing treatments is potentially a bad and uncomfortable experience. <br> <br> :) <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 47762</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2006</td><td>Views: 7,894</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=47762&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=47762&amp;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), Vitamins / Supplements (231) : Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">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> </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>   For everybody out there dealing with an LSD 'psychosis'/hell/suicidal phase, please be aware that you are not alone. <br> <br> I have possible ways of fighting it. Ways of dealing with it that have completely made me continue with my life happilly and succesfully. I dropped acid September 20th, 2005, the day that my life took a complete twist and I had to possibly start dealing with schyzophrenia for life. I went to this park looking for a metaphysical, mystical and life changing experience and I never thought of the consequences that were lying ahead. <br> <br> It was my first time on it and the trip started out pretty well. Then the security from the park told me and my friend (which was babysitting) we had to leave. I lost my car keys and we couldnt leave the park. Then I walked back home and everything became incredibly evil. I saw demonlike shapes, and everything seemed black and infernal. I thought I had died and arrived in hell. I felt incredibly alone and hopeless. I cant put in words the horrible feeling and inmense agony I was going through and I hope nobody ever feels that because I cant think of anything worse. When I got home, my parents asked me where was the car and I told them I had lost the keys and that I was on acid. They completely flipped out (they are very religious and had no idea I had ever tried any drug) and told me how terrible I was after being raised in such a great family (which is completely true). Hell became even bigger and to not make this story so long, I spent 3 days after that without being able to sleep and just thinking that I was eternally damned and that I had to kill myself. Thank God I never did it (after I put a gun to my head I chickened out). <br> <br> After a week my family had accepted the fact of what just happened and just wanted me to continue living my life drug free and with Jesus by my side. But something was terribly wrong. My thoughts were out of control and I was hearing strange things in my head. My ego was also destroyed and I thought I had become 'nothing'. I felt my personality was completely gone and that I had no way of regaining it. I told my mom that I needed help (which takes a lot of courage because it is hard to accept that you went crazy) and we went to a shrink. The shrink prescribed me Seroquel (which is an antypsychotic medication) and the first days were horrible. I thought I was going to finish up in a mental hospital tied down. The anxiety I felt was overwhelming and the fact that you think that at this point there is no way back. But how wrong I was. I started praying to Jesus and God and things started to get better until this day (5 months later) which I feel completely well. <br> <br> I just want to tell people going through this to seek professional help right away and to pray to God and Jesus a lot. That was my salvation. And mainly, to not lose faith in myself or God. God is loving and omnipotent and is the only one who can really make a difference in me. Dont feel like a sinner or that you are eternally damned because that is not true and that is the way I felt. But believe me, with enough praying, avoidance of drugs and alcohol 100 percent, and with a good psychiatrist by my side, I have everything by my side to fight the condition I know many people live in. I just want to tell you again that there IS help out there and that nothing in this world lasts forever. Your hopelessness, fear, anxiety, and fear of being psychotic for the rest of your life, will disappear and the light of God will shine on you again. I truly believe God gives us very hard tests for us to evolve spiritually and that everything happens for a good reason. Also it is a way for us to find the real truth which is Him and not move along with our egocentric attitudes, drug usage and other terrible things human beings do. Have faith in God, pray, seek for professional help and quit drugs. Thats all I have to say. Peace and love for everyone. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50272</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,936</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50272&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50272&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I had been trying to get LSD for a very long time where I live. Even though its a college town, its hard to find acid. I've done mushrooms many times, roughly 20. I've taken 2c-i twice, as well as 2c-e. The trip I am reporting about is my third LSD experience. My first being 5 or 6 days prior to my third. I love psychedelics, so I had to buy as much acid as I could, WHILE I could. <br> <br> I watched my friend drop the LSD onto 2 sugar cubes. 1 hit on each cube. I ate the acid 2 days later, around 2pm. 30-45 minutes after taking the acid, I had a wonderful body high. My face was somewhat numb which was awesome. My body felt very strange. Similar to mushrooms, but different. The first visual change was color getting very bright along with tracers. I would look at my friends face and it would melt right in front me of. Now when I say melt, it was like his face was liquid and it was moving around. I was watching TV, and I remember something popping out like it was in 3D. We went over to my friend B's girlfriends house. I had never met her or been to her house, so it was strange when I got there. Her room was in the basement of her parents house, but we go in through the back, the ceiling was about 7 ft, if even that. I walk in and look up, I couldnt tell if the ceiling was really that low, or if it was just me tripping, so I reach up and touch it to make sure. The walls of her room are pink, which made everything else sort of pink. By this time everything im looking at is melting and im just sitting in this chair laughing my ass off because its so fucking crazy and weird. <br> <br> My friend A let me use his iPod. He put it on some crazy trance/house music, and I just went outside, and sat down turned up the volume all the way, and looked at all these trees and shit in her back yard. I was looking at the trees and I could see the branches growing and moving, like the tree had a mind of its own and it was trying to grab something. I couldnt stop looking at the iPod screen. The letters in the words would grow and shrink and the spaces between the letters and the words would expand and shrink. I was so amazed by this. I saw kaleidescope patterns almost everywhere. Evrything was surrounded by a rainbow colored aura. It was pretty much like a prism. I felt completely out of reality. Never once was I scared, I didnt have a bad trip. I was having so much fun trying to comprehend my visual field. That, and the weird body high that I had was fucking amazing. I ended up driving my car even though I was tripping. My friend A is a pretty hefty guy. Bout 250 maybe im not sure. Anyway, he was in the passenger seat,and as I was driving, I could FEEL his body weight. I could feel the car leaning to the right side, like it was sinking. I melted through my seatbelt a couple of times. It felt like I wasnt even in the car a lot of the time. <br> <br> LSD is an amazing substance. Its very strong and very intense. Psychedelics are something I will never stop doing. Psilocybin and LSD have changed my life in a wonderful way. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50271</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 15, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,275</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50271&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50271&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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"> repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 11:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 </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> </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>   Set: mentally relaxed, having abstained from LSD and other psychedelic use for several months following a period of sustained heavy use. In a period of slight uneasiness trying to figure out career goals and options. Mentally tossing around the idea of pursuing a minor in religious studies at school to supplement my psychology degree. <br> <br> Setting: my apartment, the surrounding area. This is in a small city in upstate New York famous for two of its colleges. The immediate neighborhood is zoned as heavy commercial (grocery store, auto shop, etc.) but it is within 5 minutes of woods, 20 of a waterfall. <br> <br> T + 0: Having obtained some 'pink pyramids' which turned out to be good blotters, I ingest my first along with my girlfriend and roommate. This is my girlfriend's (called A for the sake of this story) first trip. My roommate (call him N) has tripped twice before, both with me after hearing about some of my experiences with psychedelics. So, I end up being the 'wise old man' when it comes to drug/psychology questions. This role is partially flattering and partially uncomfortable. <br> <br> T + 1hr.: We begin by telling light hearted stories, listening to music, making jokes, and smoking a prodigious amount of good outdoors cannabis. This particular strain is very smooth and good tasting, and we end up consuming a LOT over the course of the evening. <br> <br> T + 2.5hr: The peak of the first hit occurs around 6:30pm or so. We decide to go on a walk at this point after smoking a couple more bowls. Walking along the street we all comment on the sensation of being dissociated from our legs as we walk... we seemingly glide across the pavement on a back road towards the waterfalls. <br> <br> T + 3hr: We spend some time at the base of a large waterfall. This is part of a state park, which is closed since it is after dark. At one point we hear voices and see figures across the water on the other side, coming down a trail. Assuming them to be park rangers we try to blend into the darkness. Eventually, the figures get into a car and leave. We leave soon thereafter and walk back to the apartment. <br> <br> T + 4hr: Upon return we smoke several bong loads. Me and N take another hit each, A takes a half. We become engaged in a rather abstract and freewheeling conversation about a variety of topics. <br> <br> T + 5hr: During the course of this extended conversation my first visual disturbances appear. These consist of faces in the carpet, fluid movement in the wood grain of our walls, and some minor halo or aura effects. My visuals never become very pronounced during the trip despite the heroic amount of marijuana smoking we did. <br> <br> T + 6.5hr: We decide to put in a movie, and I ask A to select one that she wants to see. She decides on the anime Akira, which I had recommended to her another time. We watch it, completely blown away by the storyline and visual effects, which seem perfectly suited for an acid trip. <br> <br> T + 10hr.: We decide to go on another walk to smoke a joint on a bridge near our apartment. The walk is much colder than the last as the night has become quite chilly. We come to the bridge, only to find a new fence around it. This especially upsets N, who gets very scared and wants to leave. We do end up going to a park nearby to smoke. <br> <br> T + 11hr.: Back at the apartment I set into drinking a six pack of Sam Adams Ocktoberfest. N has some Molsons and A abstains. I tell her drinking a little might help with possible insomnia, but she has no problem with that... she drifts off to sleep as we watch Cartoon Network. <br> <br> T + 13hr.: It is the early hours of the next morning, sometime around 6am or so when I finally carry A up to bed and we pass out. Sleep comes quickly, but is accompanied by an odd dream where I am a street hot dog vendor who is serving little people in my buns rather than hot dogs. I wake up after sleeping almost 11 hours and feel extremely refreshed. <br> <br> In the aftermath of this experience we spent the rest of the weekend in quiet contemplation, cleaning and studying for school. We decided to lay off marijuana for a few days because the smoking gave us all sore throats. All of us feel very much refreshed and renewed by the experience. <br> <br> Some themes that came up during the trip for me were the paralells between Akira and the current U.S. military situation (deals with weapons of mass destruction, armed revolt, etc.), my ever growing love and dependence on A, my future career as a psychologist and the place of religion within that, and a contemplation of the multi-layered reality of existence. We coined a new phrase to explain away inconsistencies: 'It's all layers.' This, I think, gives me a sense of satisfaction in that I don't have to attempt to fit everything in my mind into one united scheme, it all operates on different layers for different times... <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: 10318</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 23, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,845</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10318&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10318&amp;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>  </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table>  <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">Unknown</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: It is unclear why the author came to the conclusion he ingested 2C-B. 2C-B has not been reported on blotter before.]</span> <br> <br> After a previous evening of a rather frightening mushroom trip, I decided to go ahead and take care of business with some LSD and 2CB. The 2CB was sold to me as 'synthetic mescaline', as it has similar, but not exactly the same effects. I had woken up that morning at about 11 and had geared up with most of the appropriate tripping gear. For me that day, it was, first, to be completely free of any drugs or drug paraphernalia during the trip, as I had no babysitter but the crowd of a musical festival. Additionally, I wore long camo green BDU pants, a t-shirt, and most importantly, my green tripping jacket. This jacket is very important to me as it is my shelter from anything evil lurking in the world beyond. During the trip I would occasionally pop the collar and hide inside my jacket. I did forget my sunglasses on this trip. <br> <br> That day I was really just in the mood to disassociate myself from reality, as I had not had a very good trip the day before and was really interested in nothing more than putting some medicine in my body to cleanse myself of the mushroom toxins that I had ingested the day before. <br> <br> At about 1 that afternoon after a walk down Shakedown Street to gather the drugs, I slid the hit of 2CB under my tongue and left the paper to dissolve in my mouth. I had met up with some friends to help them find some doses (which wasn't hard) before we proceeded on our way to the shows. These guys were not babysitting me and I only hung with them during the beginning of my trip. <br> <br> At about 3:00, while laying around at a Gov't Mule Show, my world began to light up. Colors became sharper and everything around me became pleasing to thy eye. I danced a little bit and stood up on the tips of my toes, because every time I caught a glimpse of the landscape of the crowd of happy festival people I felt like I was getting rushes of serotonin in my brain. <br> <br> At about 4:00 I ate one of the hits of acid. We then headed over to Xavier Rudd. I proceeded to run around in a field next to the stage and enjoy the rush of energy and joy that was flowing through my body. During the Xavier show I ate the last two hits. <br> <br> As we left the Xavier Rudd show, I began to twitch. We cruised to the Jack Johnson show and sat down on a blanket with my friends. The trip grew in force. I began to see trails. There were some hippies climbing the tree and stealing attention from Jack. This was amazing to me, as Jack just chilled and let everything flow. The hippies inspired me because of their devotion to climbing up the tree. At this point I became uncomfortable around my friends, as I wanted to go explore the environment. I told them that I needed to go and that everything would be OK. I moved up in the crowd and started making friends and jamming to Jack. <br> <br> The evening progressed and I began to slowly reach peak. This is when everything got crazy. It was right before Widespread Panic Came on, and I was tripping really hard, unsure of what to do. I was wandering around the concert field searching for something to occupy myself with. I was in a panic. Suddenly I realized that I should tell the world. I ran around sprinting into open spaces yelling PANIC. Everyone around me seemed to laugh at this, so I proceeded with my craziness. There were other people joining in. I think this is a pretty standard thing to yell before a WP show. <br> <br> The crowd gathered and I got a good spot about 30 yards from the stage. Panic began to play. The music completely controlled my flow and the flow of the other Acid trippers around me, as we all simultaneously joined together in similar actions. At one point I just started crying, letting the evil flow out of my body through my tears. A guy standing next to me was also tripping and he helped me stay alive. At one point we were dancing and he remarked 'it's cleansing, isn't it?' I could only agree. We danced and screamed and tripped our faces off. At one point they played the song 'Chilly Water' and me and my fellow trippers were relieved and felt amazing as the fans shook their open bottles of water, soaking everyone. The water proliferated the cleansing motif the whole evening had contained. The show concluded and the crowd dispersed. <br> <br> I really started to freak out at this point, having no point of reference. I bought a giant smoothie and walked about a mile and a half back to my camp. I was walking so fast I almost passed out, but felt strength with every gulp of the smoothie. The whole way back I became depressed and tired and my mind was focused on the futility of my efforts to help my life with drugs, and I had the idea in my mind that I was nothing more than another fan at a widespread show. At this point I resolved that I was going to stop doing drugs, at least for a while, after this night. This promise I have kept, sort of, but I have not touched anything for about a week now. So, all in all, it was a very cleansing trip. <br> <br> I made it back to camp, but realized that I had made a pointless journey, because I needed to return rather quickly to see Trey Anastasio. So, I smoked a bowl, grabbed some bottled water, and journeyed back to the stage. I pushed my way through the crowd and got all the way to the front (Within 5 yards of Trey). The show was amazing. I spoke to Trey during a break between songs and told him to 'remember the trick'**. He nodded and continued on. <br> <br> I love Bonnaroo. ACID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br> <br> **The trick is to surrender to the flow <br> <br> (In case anyone who can use or abuse their power sees this, I would like to claim here that this story is entirely fictitious and does not represent reality in any way.) <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44336</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 28, 2006</td><td>Views: 10,607</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44336&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44336&amp;format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Unknown (120) : Festival / Lg. 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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>  <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">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br>   I think I was right around 14 years old, but definitely in the ninth grade. I had smoked lots of grass but had never tried anything else and I also knew very little of other drugs, and the mere concept of LSD intrigued me immensely. A friend of mine sold me a few hits of blotter paper and I held on to it for about a week before finally eating them one morning before school. I was pretty naive, and since my only experience with getting high up to that point was with grass I figured LSD would be the same, in that I would get high pretty much instantly or, at the most, after a minute or so. I waited 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and finally after about 20 minutes, I thought I had gotten ripped off by my friend and so I signed off on the notion that I was going to get high on LSD that day. <br> <br> I strongly believe that two factors came into play that day that made my experience so completely incredible. First, since I thought the drug wasn't going to work at all, it was that much more amazing, astounding, and indescribable when it did begin to kick in. Second, since I knew nothing of what would happen to me as far as effects, emotions, or physical and psychological sensations, the actual effects were that much more amazing, astounding and indescribable. <br> <br> The first sensation I felt took me by surprise because, as I have said, I did not expect anything to happen. It was an overwhelming feeling of pure pleasure in my lower stomach, maybe comparable to when one gets butterflies in the stomach but instead of nervousness, it was highly enjoyable in a warm tingly way. And as I sat in class, I became completely enveloped with the urge to just stare off into space or at the wall in an almost blissful trance that was extremely difficult if not impossible to shake off. I remember thinking that the teacher would see me doing this and think I was high, so I began to draw on a blank piece of paper. I began to sketch patterns almost in an automatic way, as if something was controlling my hand and fingers and was drawing on the paper for me. I was making large swooping swirls of spirals, pictograph-type patterns, and other shapes and patterns that one would typically associate with 'psychedelic' art or images. <br> <br> All the while this was going on, the drug's effects are getting stronger and more pronounced, and I am getting more and more enveloped in a peculiar soft white cloud in which my mind and body are wrapped. As I leave that particular class to go to my second period class, I am fully aware that not only is the drug working, but working with greater potency than I could ever have imagined. I went through the rest of the school day, from class to class, in a total and utter trance that in retrospect, must have been completely obvious to anyone and everyone. I remember trying to act normal all day, but one thing I had a really hard time minimizing was a grin that would burst onto my face so huge, it felt like my smile was actually consuming my face. I don't remember laughing that much, if at all, but rather it was my smile that for the life of me I just could not shake off of my face no matter what I did or tried. I also remember being completely unable to speak when I was high. When people would talk to me, I would just grin from ear to ear and not be able to utter a single word. Another thing I remember also, was right around the time I must have been peaking, I kept having the notion run through my mind that nothing was real, and it was such a deep and profound idea that I wanted to convey it to everyone around me but I was pretty much completely unable to communicate. <br> <br> By the time I got home from school, I was not high anymore; I stopped smiling at anything and everything; I was able to talk out loud and converse normally. I was, however, completely ecstatic and exuberant about what I had experienced that day. I wanted everyone on the face of the planet to go through what I had gone through. I wanted more than anything to share my experience with anyone and everyone who would listen because I had been so completely blown away by it all. All of it was truly too much for words. <br> <br> That LSD trip was a watershed event in my life just because of how much it blew my mind and totally floored me in every conceivable way. I have eaten LSD many, many times since that first trip, but there has only been a small handful of those times that have blown my mind with such complete and utter profoundness. It is the kind of experience that words will always fail to express properly. The spoken and written word that we humans have falls way, way short of being able to even mildly convey how deep or profound an LSD experience can be. Unfortunately, far too many people just use it to get 'f---d up', which I think misses the point of LSD entirely. People also sometimes do not use it in the proper settings or with the right people, and countless accidents have occured that have forever tarnished the reputation of LSD. When one ensures all the proper elements in their LSD trip, it can be one of the safest, most profound and memorable experiences in one's entire life. <br> <br> LSD is also not for everyone. I am a very secure and stabile individual, so my first trip went smoothly, but had I been a person who was not so secure or stabile, the trip could have gone a lot differently for the worse. All in all, LSD is the kind of drug on which people would benefit from doing homework before blindly trying it. <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1993</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23163</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 28, 2006</td><td>Views: 6,870</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=23163&amp;format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=23163&amp;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) : School (35), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)</td></tr>  </table> </div>