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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">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance">2-Fluoromethamphetamine</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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/coffee/">Coffee</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"> </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"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Lisdexamfetamine</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">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/kratom/">Kratom</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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/methylphenidate/">Pharms - Methylphenidate</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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance">3-Fluoroamphetamine</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">vaporized</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">199 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <b>Anything Goes – Dealer’s Choice, and I’m the Dealer</b> <br> <br> This report is part of an eight-report collection. The collection consists of <a href="/exp/115531">a summary report</a> that is retrospective and generalized in nature as well as seven [of which this is one] more detailed chronicles of my experiences with various chemicals used intentionally for work or study enhancement. Each report documents a single substance used for thirty days. The idea was to give each material a chance to show its strengths and weaknesses. <!-- If desired, please see the summary report HERE, where one can read-->The summary report has shorter descriptions and comparisons of my experiences with each material, as well as links to the other full-length experience reports for each substance. <br> <br> This final entry to the collection summarizes a month of substance use aimed at enhancing my performance, primarily in the context of work, just as with the rest of this assemblage of writings. This month was unique in that I wasn’t following a predetermined schedule of dosing. I wasn’t even confined to a single substance. This month was a free-for-all. I chose the dosage and substance(s) each day as I saw fit. As such, this report includes but is not limited to the substances detailed in my full series of performance-enhancing reports, it also included some random selections; old favorites, wildcards and combinations. <br> <br> <b>Background Information</b> <br> <br> I consider myself to be well versed in the realm of substance use. Previous experiences include opiates, stimulants and psychedelics spanning over more than a decade. A fair amount of my substance usage history includes novel research chemicals often in less than common combinations. <br> <br> I have spent at least a month taking and documenting in detail many of the substances included in this report as they were stand-alone portions in the series of experience reports this entry belongs to. Others substances outside of this specific set were things I was familiar with from previous experience; no first times here. <br> <br> This report was written using extensive notes as well as audio recordings taken during the experiences. <br> <br> Besides cannabis and alcohol I did not have any tolerance to any of the substances included below. A few light hits from an oil vaporizer every other day and 3-5 drinks daily summarize my habitual use of <!-- the two forementioned substances-->cannabis and alcohol. <br> <br> Given the nature of this report, with numerous compounds and combinations, the same structure I used for the rest of the series was not a perfect fit. Rather than focus on a single substance’s “best”, “worst”, “mood effects”, “physical effects”, etc., as I did in the other reports, I’m using these same sections to discuss some highlights, lowlights, and themes I experienced across the month, but not necessarily focussing or discussing the details of every single day for every single substance. <br> <br> <b>Substance Descriptions:</b> <br> <br> - LSD: The LSD used in my experimenting was sourced from a respectable vendor and the same batch from which I had previously used in small, medium, and large dosages. I trusted the 255 micrograms per tab they were advertised as containing. To enable accurate volumetric dosing, I dropped one blotter into 35 ml of agave-based ethanol [40% ABV]. This was stirred and shaken every thirty minutes for the first five hours, then left overnight until the next morning when the same agitation schedule was resumed for the two hours before I called the preparation of the solution complete. The result was 7.3 ug/ml of LSD. All of the volumetric dosing was performed with clean new syringes. <br> <br> - Kratom: The Kratom was sourced from a reputable vendor from which I have purchased and used various products before. I used a variety of strains, but all were an enhanced leaf type product. The dosages were prepared at 750 milligram per 00 capsule. <br> <br> - 4F-MPH: The 4F-MPH was a fine powder material and each dosage was prepared on a freshly calibrated milligram (.000 gram) scale. The chemical was sourced through a highly vetted chemist and this batch tested at a > 98% purity. An NMR analysis was completed and analyzed by a third party chemist to verify the chemical was as advertised. If taken orally, the powder was placed into a capsule before swallowing. <br> <br> - 2-FMA: The 2-FMA was a fluffy and clumpy white powder of which the dosages were prepared on a freshly calibrated milligram (.000 gram) scale. The chemical was sourced through a highly vetted chemist and this batch tested at a > 98% purity. An NMR analysis was completed and analyzed by a third party chemist to verify the chemical was indeed 2-FMA. When I prepared dosages for oral administration, I used <!-- all natural--> 00 capsules. <br> <br> - Coffee: All of the coffee ingested in this report was from the same batch of medium roast. The coffee beans were ground fresh every day before preparation using a glass-pour over style coffeemaker. I wasn’t specific in measuring the exact temperature of the water used each day. I did however weigh my beans each day and kept the following measurements consistent throughout the month: <br> <br> - 10.5 grams per mug of 300 milliliters of liquid <br> - Between .5 – 2.0 tablespoons of sugar per mug <br> - Between 25 – 75 milliliters of whole milk per mug <br> <br> - Amphetamines: Adderall, dextroamphetamine, and lisdexamfetamine; all of these substances were sourced through a legitimate pharmacy. <br> <br> The Adderalls were thirty milligram pills that were round and orange with “AD” stamped on one side and “30” stamped into the other. There had a full break mark between the “3” and the “0” and then smaller quarter break marks perpendicular to the main break line. For any smaller or uneven dosages, I used a pill cutter to divide these up. <br> <br> The dextroamphetamines were ten milligram pills that were round, orange, and featured a stamp of “U39” on one side. The other side of the pill had a break mark that would dissect the lettering on the lettered side, top from bottom. For any smaller or uneven dosages, I used a pill cutter to divide these up. <br> <br> The lisdexamfetamines were thirty milligram capsules with the female side of the capsule being orange and the male counterpart being white. The orange side featured black text that read “S489”. Directly across from this on the white portion of the capsule was black text which read “30 mg”. <br> <br> - 3-Fluoroamphetamine: The 3-FA was a pure white powder that was more clumpy and flour-like than it was granular. The dosages were prepared on a freshly calibrated milligram (.000 gram) scale. The chemical was sourced through a highly vetted chemist and this batch tested at a > 98% purity. An NMR analysis was completed and analyzed by a third party chemist to verify the chemical was indeed 3-FA. When I prepared dosages for oral administration, I used <!-- all natural--> 00 capsules. <br> <br> - Methylphenidate: The five milligram pills were a bright yellow color, with one side imprinted with “MD” and the other with “531”. The pills were circular and had no break marks. <br> <br> <b>Study Dosage Timeline</b> <br> <br> My ingestion schedule was as follows: <br> <br> Day 1/30: T + 00:00 2-FMA:16 mg oral <br> T + 01:37 dextroamphetamine: 10 mg insufflated <br> Day 2/30: T + 00:00 Coffee: 1 mug <br> T + 00:35 Adderall: 5 mg oral <br> T + 04:00 Adderall: 5 mg insufflated <br> Day 3/30: T + 00:00 LSD: 8 ug oral <br> Day 4/30: Off Day <br> Day 5/30: T + 00:00 lisdexamfetamine: 30 mg oral <br> Day 6/30: T + 00:00 lisdexamfetamine: 30 mg oral <br> T + 04:02 2-FMA: 14 mg insufflated <br> Day 7/30: T + 00:00 kratom [Green Vein Borneo]: 4 grams oral <br> T + 00:34 2-FMA: 5 mg oral <br> T + 00:36 dextroamphetamine: 5 mg oral <br> T + 07:31 kratom [Green Vein Borneo]: 4 grams oral <br> Day 8/30: T + 00:00 LSD: 15 ug oral <br> T + 00:45 Adderall: 10 mg insufflated <br> T + 10:15 Kratom [Red Vein Borneo]: 3 grams oral <br> T + 11:35 kratom [Red Vein Borneo]: 2.5 grams oral <br> Day 9/30: T + 00:00 lisdexamfetamine: 60 mg oral <br> Day 10/30: T + 00:00 lisdexamfetamine: 30 m oral <br> T + 02:18 2-FMA 5 mg insufflated <br> T + 02:40 2-FMA 5 mg insufflated <br> Day 11/30: Off Day <br> Day 12/30: Off Day <br> Day 13/30: T + 00:00 4F-MPH: 20 mg insufflated <br> T + 01:15 2-FMA: 15 mg insufflated <br> Day 14/30: T + 00:00 LSD: 9.5 ug oral <br> T + 00:00 lisdexamfetamine: 60 mg oral <br> Day 15/30: Off Day <br> Day 16/30: T + 00:00 2-FMA: 21 mg oral <br> Day 17/30: Off Day <br> Day 18/30: Off Day <br> Day 19/30: T + 00:00 Adderall: 7.5 mg oral <br> Day 20/30: T + 00:00 dextroamphetamine: 10 mg oral <br> T + 00:20 2-FMA: 8 mg insufflated <br> Day 21/30: T + 00:00 methylphenidate: 10 mg oral <br> Day 22/30: T + 00:00 Coffee: 1.5 mugs <br> T + 01:15 Coffee: 1 mug <br> Day 23/30: Off Day <br> Day 24/30: T + 00:00 Coffee: 1 mug <br> T + 00:39 2-FMA: 18 mg oral <br> Day 25/30: Off Day <br> Day 26/30: T + 00:00 2-FMA: 10 mg oral <br> T + 00:00 dextroamphetamine: 5 mg oral <br> T + 00:01 dextroamphetamine: 5 mg insufflated <br> Day 27/30: T + 00:00 2-FMA: 16 mg oral <br> T + 04:25 3-FA: 20 mg insufflated <br> T + 07:36 3-FA: 29 mg insufflated <br> T + 08:22 3-FA: 48 mg insufflated <br> Day 28/30: Off Day <br> Day 29/30: Off Day <br> Day 30/30: T + 00:00 3-FA 14 mg insufflated <br> T + 03:01 3-FA 18 mg insufflated <br> <br> <b>Expectations | Hopes | Concerns Going In</b> <br> <br> Having given myself complete liberty to do whatever substances, in whatever dosages I wanted, to enhance my performance at work; I expected this to be a fucking good month. I hoped I would be able to pick and choose substances and dosages that fit my tasks for the day. During each of the proceeding month-long experimentations with a single substance my most common complaint was that my day-to-day experience at work was more dynamic than the substances. By this I mean that there were plenty of occasions where I wished I could have taken an amphetamine, but didn’t because it was LSD month, or vice versa <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">there were plenty of occasions where I wished I could have taken an amphetamine, but didn’t because it was LSD month, or vice versa</div></div>. Being in complete control to tailor fit my needs and mood with whatever combination of substances I thought would produce the best results and be the most enjoyable was an exciting prospect as I began this month. This all being said, I had concerns of overdoing dosages and combinations and finding myself geeked out in a meeting or unplanned presentation. It had been a long time since I had taken some of these substances and I was admittedly a bit nervous about getting my dosages dialed in to produce the desired effects each day. There are a lot of substances I take less of now, in terms of dosage, than I used to, generally speaking. So I had the other side of the coin to worry about as well; I didn’t want to waste half the month being underwhelmed. Finding each substance’s balance in solo and in combo was something I hoped to achieve quickly. I also knew I’d have cross tolerances to take into consideration, making the perfect dosage an interesting, ever-moving target. <br> <br> <b>Favorite Aspects</b> <br> <br> Obviously the flexibility of selecting a performance enhancing substance was a nice change from the past year during which I was working on the rest of this report series where I was sticking with one drug for the entirety of the month. Also, because this was the grande finale of the project, I was always a little extra excited to tinker with combinations and push the limits in terms of dosages in the work setting. One result of slightly aggressive dosages, was realizing that I’ve been a little nervous and cautious with some of my stimulant doses lately. <br> <br> There was one day where I took relatively high amount of lisdexamfetamine and mid-day decided to take things up a notch. I had finished all the day’s deliverables and only had a few hours of the workday remaining. I was high, feeling as though nothing could go wrong, with a body that felt efficient and strong. About thirty minutes after adding dextroamphetamine to the mix, I realized I was fucked up; I was high, not feeling very well, and wondering why I chose to do this? I felt good before, why ruin that? I decided to add a very small amount of etizolam [.5mg oral] and let this settle in while I took a short walk outside. By the time I was home, I felt back at 100% and had a euphoric and productive evening. <br> <br> This is an excellent example of using a variety of tools to course-correct an experience that is starting to head off the rails. It was enlightening to leverage my mind, my environment, and a substance, all in unison, to bring the experience back to a positive place. Too often these days I douse an unpleasant or too intense experience with hefty benzos. Sure, there is a time and a place for this, I’m not the intrepid explorer I once was in some ways, but this was a lovely reminder that there are many methods for dealing with a challenging experience including exercise, a change in setting, fresh air, and additional helper substances. <br> <br> In terms of pure, absolute, “favorite” parts of the month, I really enjoyed layering 2-FMA and dextroamphetamine in small dosages in combination with each other. Doses around five insufflated milligrams per substance taken every few hours, gave me me a playful back and forth during which I sometimes felt my drive and motivation to work beginning to wane, and then I was gifted with euphoric stimulant energy roaring back, allowing me to crank through chores at the house or little bursts of writing that served as a break from the non-stop financial related work content. This combo was just friendly, it did what I love most about amphetamines; make being productive enjoyable and fun, resulting in more desire to do work, and thus more fun being had! Tickling euphoria while accomplishing things that must get done and feeling extra good about doing them? Yes please. <br> <br> <b>Least Favorite Aspects</b> Any parts of this month that were disappointing were a direct result of substance administration choices for which I was the responsible party. With my new-found, slightly aggressive, dosing attitude, I’d have expected more issues to highlight in this section. Looking at each day as a stand-alone experience, I had essentially no instances of complete discomfort or challenges. Almost every substance, excluding kratom, that I ingested during this month, catalyzed bowel movements shortly after ingestion [T + 00:00 – T +01:00]. Given my entirely work from home situation, this wasn’t ever much more than an inconvenience; I tried to scheduling meetings whenever possible to fit this predictable, but required, bio-break. I actually think that the variety helped reduce anxiety about altering my state so regularly. It naturally felt more comfortable to be selecting my substances in a tailored fashion; designed on the spot to fit my schedule, mood, and needs. <br> <br> <b>Neutral Aspects | Additional Commentary</b> <br> <br> Taking a variety of substances, despite being desired, well thought out, and premeditated, still took a physical and mental toll on me. Until the dose of the day kicked in, I was often tired in the mornings. Physically, I’d trudge around the house, requiring extra effort to swing my legs over the side of the bed each morning. Standing upright and maneuvering from room to room for my morning chores and routine often felt exhausting. Emotionally I felt blank. After managing to get to my feet and into a shower, I would slowly begin to come to life. I began to make emails my first task most days. Well, second task if you count weighing out my daily dose. Emotionally, the dullness wore off quickly, even before the day’s substances fully kicked in. Feeling dumpy most mornings was not terribly enjoyable, but it never discouraged me from skipping a dosing day. <br> <br> <b>Appetite</b> <br> <br> I generally am not a big breakfast eater. A sober morning usually involves a banana and a few glasses of water. During this specific month, I kept with this routine, wanting hydration to begin as soon as possible, and I liked having a little something in my stomach, especially for any oral dosages. Lunch often became delayed until it became dinner. Most of the substances I ingested suppressed my appetite significantly enough to make a mid-day meal seem unnecessary. On days where I re-dosed mid-day or took larger than average dosages, I didn’t even bother with a snack, only consuming water throughout the workday. By evening, things went one of two ways. Scenario number one played out with me becoming ravenous at the first taste of food. On several occasions I had finished my second serving before my partner Kai had finished her first. The second scenario was that I mustered up a peckish appetite at best, and choked down half a serving just because I knew I needed the sustenance. <br> <br> <b>Biometrics</b> <br> <br> - Starting weight: 199 pounds <br> <br> - Ending weight: 194 pounds * not related <br> <br> - Heart Rate Notes: I paid a lot of attention to my heart rate and breathing patterns during this month of ‘anything goes’. Throughout the variety of substances and dosages, I never experienced any cardiac concerns. The most intense effects were, as expected, on higher dosages, particularly on days when I was mixing substances. I didn’t limit my daily exercise routine, which is fairly minimal already, and at most I saw my peak heart rates increase roughly 20% on average during cardio activities. I never documented any irregular heart beat patterns or felt that the pace was cause for concern. My resting heart rate averaged an increase of 5-10 beats per minute when compared to a sober state. <br> <br> - Sexual Effects: The stimulants increased my libido as a general rule. The higher the dosage, regardless of substance, the more intense this was. At low dosages, dextroamphetamine and 2-FMA were more sexual than the other substances. Performance and tactile sensitivity were enhanced in a similar fashion; higher dosages resulted in more sensitivity and enjoyment from intimate activities. <br> <br> - Sleep Effects: The lisdexamfetamine was the worst offender when it came to a single morning dosage giving me issues with attempting to sleep that night. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The lisdexamfetamine was the worst offender when it came to a single morning dosage giving me issues with attempting to sleep that night.</div></div> The fluctuating pulsating energy of this chemical pinged me every hour or so with a fresh zing of effects. This was brilliant most days, but when they continued, and continued, and continued into the evening, they could become problematic. Other stimulants offered more temptation for re-dosing, which if acted upon, naturally didn’t encourage me to be asleep by a normal hour. Dextroamphetamine was my number one culprit for this creeping desire to take a second or third dose. I attribute this to the prominent beautiful physical feelings I often encountered on the drug. It felt very recreational, with a strong mental and physical components that nearly always felt good. To remain in a strictly performance-enhancing realm with dextroamphetamine, I had to dose pretty small. Usually five, or perhaps ten milligrams orally. Above this and I’d most certainly be feeling divine, in control, but in an increased state of intoxication. In the end, if I made specific choices, I could avoid issues with all of this months substance use interfering with my sleep. I didn’t always make those choices, but the option was there if I needed or wanted it. <br> <br> <b>Mental Effects</b> <br> <br> - Creativity: Given that a lot of this month focused on stimulants, I never felt like I was being gifted with different viewpoints or innovative mental capabilities. The pure stimulants had benefits in other areas of mental enhancement. Almost by default, LSD would clearly be the substance that rated highest in terms of enhanced creativity. While I welcomed this, and selected LSD for this specific reason during my free-for-all month, I only did so when I was very comfortable with my work schedule in order to make mini-dosing worth the risk of facing the potential downsides to this substance. The increased creativity was fluid and natural feeling, I’d be working through a technical mathematics and computer-based challenge, and suddenly have forward vision that allowed me to see errors or inefficiencies in my solutions sooner than normal. The result was more efficient paths to solutions, not having to complete an attempt before I realized its drawbacks. When this type of thought process was happening, I didn’t typically realize it until I had completed the task and upon reflection realized how smooth the flow of ideas has been. <br> <br> - Focus: Each substance taken during this particular month offered enhanced focus of some kind. The majority held major similarities at a high level: a faster paced mind, motivation to charge at tasks with a positive attitude and unusual amount of interest, and an ability to put the axe to the grindstone for longer periods of time than I could sober. <br> <br> Subtleties and unique flavors existed between the stimulating materials. I’ll try and give brief commentary on these nuances now: <br> <br> I. Dextroamphetamine: Pure, raw, and reliable. If I’d never taken an amphetamine or stimulant before, this is probably what I would expect the experience to be like. An onset marked by a light physical rushing and a twinkling blissful mood, the combination of which would manifest as a wide grin on my face. Pulsing euphoria in my limbs and abdomen, accompanied by a outgoing cheeriness, allowed me to talk empathetically to coworkers. In several instances I was able to make a stressed out colleague laugh, brightening their day. Doing this made me feel kind, authentic, and clever. I had confidence and it felt earned. Beyond the occasional cheering up of fellow teammates, was the focus. A razor sharp concentration that wouldn’t quit. I could read, comprehend, and retain massive amounts of text and information. This ability was not only exceptionally useful, boosting my productivity significantly, but I also ate up whatever I was working on. Work became <i>fun</i>; not hitting a mid-day lull of energy, losing a morning’s motivation, and being faster while thinking, all made for enjoyable productive days. <br> <br> This substance sometimes felt too recreational, but I also never gave my body the chance to learn how to properly dance with it as I did some other substances that got full month-long dosage schedules. I wanted to include it in this final ‘anything-goes’ month because it has historically been one of my favorite stimulants that did have the ability to let me crank through long writing or study assignments, and then seamlessly transition into a party evening. This was more commonly done and appreciated when I was younger than at the time of this writing. As the mullet is to haircuts, dextroamphetamine is to stimulants; business on one side and party on the other. Yes this substance had the ability to make me focus and stay on task all day long, but it could do so while giving me a nice little mental and physical buzz. If I wanted to turn things up a notch, I didn’t have to switch substances necessarily, I could just up my dosage and carry on. <br> <br> II. 2-FMA: The focal ability provided by this substance was my favorite. Maybe not the most immersive and intense, maybe not the longest lasting, but, it was controllable and malleable. I could start small and then adjust according to my schedule, set, and setting using calculated routes of administration and dosages. This quickly earned the nickname of the ‘wonder-drug” between my partner Kai and me. When shit had to get done, a variety of shit; physical tasks, mental tasks, projects that had been procrastinated on - this was the substance to take. Somehow I always achieved my goals, didn’t feel overly concentrated or uncomfortable, and managed to get a few things done off the next day's “to-do” list in addition to completing the present day’s tasks. All of this was done in a good mood, enjoying every bit of everything. <br> <br> III. Amphetamines (Adderall): The descriptive words here were ‘hot’ and ‘heavy’. Sometimes my mind’s focus wandered away from the task at hand and I’d look up to find myself deep in a rabbit hole completely unrelated to what I was originally working on. While it lacked precision, this substance had an unbelievable ability to make me interested in <i>whatever</i> I was concentrating on. Unfortunately with this great power came the chance that I turned on the focus superpower to something besides work or things I needed to get done. I’d dominate whatever I was sidetracked on, but this caused issues at work at least one day where I got almost no work done, resulting in extra stress through the subsequent days as I has to make up for the lost time. In the end, I found the Adderall to be hit or miss – I smashed my work tasks in grand fashion while in an excellent mood, crossing the finish line at the end of a work day feeling like a king. Or annoyed from feeling clammy and cold all day, behind schedule from letting the Adderall’s focus drift off track, hungry, and disappointed with the results of attempting to enhance my work performance. <br> <br> IV. Lisdexamfetamine: This substance generally made me feel the least “speedy” of all the other stimulants. It felt sparkly and friendly, like the mood I get automatically on the first warm sunny days of spring after a long cold winter. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Lisdexamfetamine: This substance generally made me feel the least “speedy” of all the other stimulants. It felt sparkly and friendly, like the mood I get automatically on the first warm sunny days of spring after a long cold winter.</div></div> Energy levels and my ability to focus were absolutely extended. This substance had the longest duration by milligram of any of the stimulants I took during this month. The focus felt different than the others, more like a good book that kept drawing me in for one more page, one more chapter. The focus felt delicate at first, but clearly had power and depth to it. A comparison from one day’s notes described dextroamphetamine and Adderall as a pumping techno song that forced my body to stomp and dance along, while in contrast, lisdexamfetamine was a delicate symphony that seduced me onto the dance floor. Despite feeling elective and softer than some other substances, lisdexamfetamine certainly had plenty of firepower. <br> <br> V. Methylphenidate: The tofu of the group. Not in a necessarily good or bad way; sometimes light and malleable was good, sometimes it lacked the punch I desired. This material provided significant focus enhancement with less risk of overstimulation, paranoia, or general discomfort. This was a great substance for a small but effective increase in productivity. If dosages were increased, it had the ability to deliver wide-eyes, sweaty body, and a racing mind. I found if I pushed to this level that I was likely to become distracted and use the extra energy on whatever random idea, topics, or project popped into my head. To maintain the amount of control I preferred, smaller amounts of the substance were required. I could lock into tasks much more easily than if I was sober and could keep my concentration fixed with ease. <br> <br> VI. 4F-MPH: This substance didn’t offer significant enhancement when it came to my ability to focus. There was neither an acute improvement nor a serious elongation to the amount of time that I could keep my mind on a single idea or topic. The only thing remotely akin to an upgrade in this mental capacity was the 4F-MPH making me alert or awake for extended periods of time. From morning grogginess to evening lackadaisicalness; this substance had the ability to abolish feelings of tiredness. Lack of sleep can negatively impact my ability to mentally perform but this substance could allow me to feel awake and clear-headed despite too few hours of shut-eye. <br> <br> - Social Effects: All of the stimulants made me want to converse more than when I’m sober. To my partner Kai, to friends online, to anyone! A presentation of this that I like to track as a comparing measure between substances is how much I felt a potential to gush and share information I wouldn’t have sober. Dosage, among other factors, played a roll in the following commentary, but even at lower amounts, some substances certainly exhibited this trait more naturally than others. The list below begins with the substances that made me the most naturally loose-lipped substances, down to the ones I felt most controllable in this regard. <br> <br> I. Dextroamphetamine: I’d talk to anyone, store clerk, stranger on the sidewalk, best friend, etc., especially at the peak of the experience; I got chatty! <br> <br> II. Amphetamines (Adderall): I became more focussed on intimate topics with friends I already knew well, but on higher dosages, I would open up and reach out to fringe friends and strangers. <br> <br> . 2-FMA: Typically the conversation was fast, smooth, and of good quality, usually limited to my inner circle of friends. If they were unavailable, I was able to ignore the social impulse to connect with others, and wouldn’t feel that I was depriving myself of a part of the experience. <br> <br> IV. Lisdexamfetamine: I'd switch from introspective moods where I was just internally conversing with myself, back out to an increased desire to speak to anyone around. This felt more like being in an excellent mood and the upbeat-ness caused me to feel talkative, rather than obviously being a reaction to having eaten a chemical. The focus offered by lisdexamfetamine was powerful, especially at higher dosages, but I often enjoyed taking smaller amounts, which resulted in this positive mood along with the ability to stay attentive and energized for a full day. This substance was a great one to begin the day with and have the option of upgrading the intensity by adding a short-duration drug in combination with it. <br> <br> V. Methylphenidate: This fell in the middle of the substances described above. Compared to a completely sober version of myself, I would probably dart my eyes around a store a bit faster, finding eyes of strangers to meet and initiating a friendly greeting or quick interaction. I wouldn’t, especially on low or medium dosages, describe my desire for social interaction as incredibly strong. It didn't get to a craving level where I’d reach out to people I wasn’t familiar with about topics that I shouldn’t discuss outside my close circle of friends. <br> <br> VI. 4F-MPH: Being the stimulant that I found the most bland overall, 4F-MPH didn’t really do much for me beyond offering extra energy. I felt little to no extra desire to spark up a conversation with a co-worker or even with Kai, who often works at the desk directly beside me. <br> <br> VII. LSD: This was the substance I usually chose for days when I <i>wasn’t</i> interacting with people at work. Although I didn’t ever have a negative experience from mini-dosing LSD, my biggest fear was embarrassing myself while suffering from psychedelic confusion or poor memory recall. There was potential for increased emotional openness, during which social interactions could be enhanced by a sense that I was doing a better job listening and relating to whomever I was speaking with. These occurrences seemed infrequent and random. Typically they were not work-related conversations, but rather with friends through <!-- a text based chat application-->text or with Kai in person. <br> <br> Please note that this order could change drastically depending on the dosage I took, the mental state I was in, and the setting for the day. Given my extensive experience with these substances I feel this list is accurate, as much as such a subjective ‘average day’ type ranking could be. <br> <br> <b>Mood Effects</b> <br> <br> <!-- A few quick blurbs about each substance: <br/> <br/> -->I. Dextroamphetamine: This was, on average, the most euphoric of all the substances this month. Feeling good physically translated into feeling good mentally. I had to be careful to not get compulsive with this material. If I didn’t exercise reasonable control, I could find myself ignoring work, turning to passion projects instead, or feeling uncomfortably stimulated, which even in a Zoom meeting, could easily become very unpleasant if I had to actively participate. When kept in a dosage range that avoided feeling overwhelmed, dextroamphetamine usually kept a big smile on my face. I was more empathetic, upbeat, and just generally happier to be alive than on a sober day or a day spent on one of the other substances. I didn’t feel that the drug amplified my existing emotions or mood – it had its own positivity that it forced onto me. It could turn a sour mood around and compel a feeling of happiness. <br> <br> II. Amphetamines (Adderall): This substance could swing my mood in any direction. I found it more of a mood magnifier than something to catalyze a good mood. If I was really stressed out or sad, these emotions wouldn’t necessarily be erased and replaced by more positive ones. I didn’t think of this as a negative characteristic of the substance. Sometimes being sad is what I needed to be, and the Adderall would enhance the sadness, making me a little more capable of accepting and exploring my natural emotions. If my mood was entirely net neutral when the experience began, this substance would push me in a positive and cheery direction, but this typically wasn’t powerful, unless the dosage was towards the higher end of my ‘study aid’ spectrum. <br> <br> III. 2-FMA: Similar to how I described Adderall above as an intensifier, I found 2-FMA to have a similar action but with a bit more positivity built into it. The mood enhancement was natural and almost hidden in the background, never feeling overtly synthetic or in my face. Work was more enjoyable on this substance; finishing tasks was extra satisfying. Productivity was rewarded with a terrific boost to my mood. As the first few items were checked of my to-do list, I became increasingly motivated to get through the next ones; the cycle began. The desire to work and the accompanying atmosphere of mental positivity that resulted as tasks were I completed, felt legitimately self generated. How natural the effects felt was really key in allowing myself to fully let go and let the relaxed mood carry me through the productivity → positivity cycle. This underlying good mood would continued to be spurred on by each accomplishment of the day, large or small. This would continue until tasks naturally dropped off as the work day ended. As this happened, I might switch to productive tasks, but regardless, I never felt dried up and haggard. The satisfaction of a day spent in a positive mood and fully completed list of to-dos, always felt “good”. <br> <br> IV. Lisdexamfetamine: This shit was bright and sparkly. I never had any sort of emotional issues or challenges stemming from the ingestion of this substance. The duration, being the longest of all the substances included in this free-for-all month, was cause for concern; if things went astray, I didn’t want to be in a bad mental place for hours and hours and hours. I dosed accordingly, always staying relatively conservative. As a result of this, I didn’t tap into the full potential of the substance to crank my positivity, generosity, and overall happiness. I know this potential exists from previous high-dosage experiences, which I had thoroughly enjoyed. These were always in a non-work setting however, and so despite lisdexamfetamine being capable of powerful temperamental improvements, I didn’t take full advantage of this given my setting and goals for using the substance this month, which were primarily aimed at enhancing my productivity at work. Even with my doses staying somewhat low, the sunny disposition of the chemical was noted every time I took it. <br> <br> V. Methylphenidate: Being one of the my least favorite substances of the month, this didn’t really enhance my mood significantly. I often felt jittery and like the energy and effects of this material weren’t “clean”; they seemingly didn’t interact with my body well. Feeling uncomfortable and like I was waiting for the experience to end would lead to me to say methylphenidate pushed me into crabby moods with a shorter temper than normal. This was more a reaction to the uncomfortable or displeasing other effects though, rather than the substance itself making me irritable. I was irritated by the <i>other</i> effects of the substance. <br> <br> VI. 4F-MPH: This drug often disappointed me with its lack of efficiency in helping boost my productivity. Disappointment didn’t ever lead me to a great mood, but it also didn’t spiral into severe or negativity. Looking back, I didn’t have much to say about 4F-MPH having a specific or consistent manner in which it affected my mood. I was able to experience a full spectrum of emotions while on this substance, never feeling blocked, restricted, or guided in any particular direction. <br> <br> VII. LSD: LSD didn’t have a very strong effect on my mood compared to the other substances. I was also dosing this significantly lower, in terms of possible intensity, than any of the others. I was nowhere near a full-fledged LSD experience, obviously that wouldn’t have fallen in line with my intentions of improving my working abilities. With the stimulants though, I could pretty much give them full-blown dosages given that many of them are commonly used or were even designed for this purpose. Overall, I felt some extra positivity on my LSD days, and I absolutely felt it was easier to take a step back, relax, and not get upset with myself. A calmer, less hectic mind was the typical result of these momentary pauses. On one of my LSD days, I got some unexpected bad news from the vet about my dog Doc’s health. I’ve typically found that in higher doses LSD will take my emotions and multiply them. With these mini-doses however, I seem less susceptible to this type of effect. Once again, the pausing and reflecting was a useful tool in controlling my emotions and mood. In this example, the deep breath moment allowed me to react to the news with a holistic view. In the end, I actually felt appreciation for Doc and my relationship with him. The sadness didn’t disappear, but my mood wasn’t derailed like it might have been on a few hundred micrograms. <br> <br> <b>Physical Effects</b> <br> <br> Once again; a lot of similarities between some of the substances, but for the sake of organization, digestibility, and data quality with as much brevity as possible, I’ll continue using the above formatting to address each substance used this month. <br> <br> I. Dextroamphetamine: The most pleasant and the most powerful, by milligram, in the physical effects department. I remember the first time I took a recreational dose of this substance years ago I was flabbergasted at how powerful it was. I compared it to MDMA, but I didn’t have a veteran’s amphetamine flavor palate at that time. Even at the dosages I used during this month of performance enhancing, I loved the soothing movement of energy that ran through my core and limbs, almost like I could feel my blood circulating positive energy through me. The euphoric feelings helped mask the cold feet, and the annoyance of developing a light sweat, the sweat drying, me getting cold, changing clothes, and repeating the cycle, like what happened on a lot of the other substances during this month. <br> <br> I. Amphetamines (Adderall): This was the substance I complained the most amount in regards to the physical effects it brought about. Beginning at low dosages, and becoming increasingly problematic were bruxism, poor circulation, and digestive disruption. A sore jaw is much less justifiable after a standard work day when compared to a day at a festival or a night of dancing. The inability to regulate my body’s temperature was annoying throughout the day. Cycles of sweating and cooling were irritating to no end. Extra trips to the bathroom and some cramp-like discomfort were not uncommon for me while taking this drug. <br> <br> III. 2-FMA: I didn’t feel much from this substance in my body. It subtly hinted at the positive and negative effects I’ve described in the two substances above this, but typically never more than a hint. Of course, if dosage was pushed, these things would develop, but this substance was more mood and mind oriented for me. This was one of the reasons I really enjoyed it as a tool that allowed a large step up in mental abilities without having to deal with appetite, digestion, or even a body load. It did lack some of the “fun factor” that some of the other substances offered, but forgoing this knowing that there would be little to no physical discomfort was a trade I was happy to make. <br> <br> IV. Lisdexamfetamine: This substance’s physical effects were difficult to summarize. Some effects were only documented once, others more often; the patterns and commonalities were not as easy to recognize as with some other similar chemicals. I noted the manifestation of effects in my physical body rather than the root effects themselves. I never felt anxious energy, but my fingers would suddenly be tapping incessantly. I naturally pace when speaking on the phone, but holy cow; I should enter a marathon or speed-walking event on lisdexamfetamine and a long phone call. My breath felt normal, sometimes more balanced than when sober. With soothing “ins and outs”, I often paused to recognize that my muscles and ligaments felt relaxed and loose. This is a unique characteristic that I didn’t find consistently present in other stimulants. <br> <br> V. Methylphenidate: I founds a lot of common ground between Adderall and methylphenidate. Upset stomach, issues regulating my body temperature, and an underlying feeling of unrest that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. These were not offset with as many positives as Adderall however. At higher dosages, Adderall was able to offer a light glowing stimulant body high. I didn’t find this with methylphenidate although in fairness I never pushed the dosage on this substance as high during this month of experimentation. <br> <br> VI. 4F-MPH: This substance didn’t have any of the common physical stimulant effects. I never complained about chilly feet or fingers. There was no instant trip to the bathroom for a bowel movement after ingesting it. While these are positives, there also was no warm euphoria or fun physical effects either. Additionally, this substance was bland across almost all effect categories, so I wasn’t getting mental performance with little physical effects, I was just getting very little in general. <br> <br> VII. LSD: The physical effects of these small dosages were pretty minimal. I could feel a light swirling sensation in my brain along with tiny zips and zaps that zoomed around my scalp and down my spine, like goosebumps on sunburnt skin being kissed by a cool breeze. A light body load was present on higher doses. This would feel like a sponginess in my muscles, minuscule expanding and shrinking throughout my innards. I usually noticed these things towards the end of the come-up period and through the beginning of the peak. Once on the come-down, I felt normal from a physical perspective. <br> <br> <b>Combinations</b> <br> <br> - Cannabis: This was a substance I combined in earnest with just about all the main substances of each day. Most of the stimulants reacted the same way to the addition of cannabis so I’ll address them as a group. Immediately after the vaporization of a cannabis oil product, which was almost always my chosen delivery method and substance form, I would feel a rush of effects come on. This onset was far faster than if I was sober and presented very different effects. I didn’t have any haziness, or the classic “stoned” head high. Instead, I blushed and rushed. I would lean my head back and stretch my toes out as far as they would reach underneath my desk. The euphoric rush was a fast and furious escalation to the effects of the stimulants. The initial blast lasted between thirty seconds and several minutes depending on the cannabis dosage. After this, I’d usually have about thirty minutes of increased focus, energy, physical euphoria, or positive moods; whatever I was feeling from the prominent substance of the day was amplified. <br> <br> - LSD and cannabis was not something I particularly enjoyed together. I dosed the LSD in specific miniature amounts that would get me the effects I desired but kept me well below the level where I perceived a risk of tripping too hard to function at work. This was a major concern for me, given my rocky past with LSD. Cannabis has always been a big-time launch pad, a trampoline for effects of just about all psychedelics I’ve taken. Knowing this, I wasn’t ever keen to see how high the trampoline bounce was during a work day. Even if I didn’t overdo it – I was paranoid that things were going to get uncomfortable. <br> <br> - Kratom and coffee had minimal synergies when combined with cannabis. The cannabis, especially in medium or large doses, would overpower the coffee. It never played together. Despite various strains, I wasn’t ever able to get any of the cannabis's energy to mesh with the mild caffeine stimulation from the bean juice. The kratom interacted a little more with the cannabis, most often when the kratom dosage was on the higher side; four or more grams in a single go or one of the instances where I continue to re-dose several grams over and over again. Smaller kratom doses were overtaken by the cannabis, leaving me with the classic effects. If I was able to detect the two working in unison, it wasn’t fantastic for a working environment where I was trying to be productive. My brain would feel empty and my body lazy. This was an enjoyable state to be in, but not well-suited for the middle of a busy work-day. <br> <br> - Alcohol: Surprisingly, I didn’t enjoy alcohol with most of these substances as much as I enjoy it on its own. Just about all of the stimulants made it so that I could consume more alcohol than normal, while receiving less of the fun effects. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Surprisingly, I didn’t enjoy alcohol with most of these substances as much as I enjoy it on its own. Just about all of the stimulants made it so that I could consume more alcohol than normal, while receiving less of the fun effects.</div></div> So less effects, more financial cost, and typically a worse hangover in the morning? Not much to love there. <br> <br> - Ketamine: I didn’t ever take ketamine while still heavily under the influence of one of the month’s primary substances. I’ve done so many times in the past, but I didn’t during this month because I was generally facing a work-day the next morning. Re-dosing a stimulant late at night just for the sake of commentary on the combo during this experimental month wasn’t something I found too attractive. From the slight overlap in effects I <i>did</i> experience, and drawing slightly on previous experiences, I can offer a few basic comments. <br> <br> The onset of the ketamine, both racemic and esketamine, was delayed. On a graph showing the intensity of effects over time, the curve was stretched in a way that could make booster dosage tricky because I might be led to believe additional dissociatives were required, due to a lower intensity of effects at a given time that I might expect a stronger experience than I was receiving. Then, the curve on the chart would swing large and steep; strong effects coming increasingly rapidly once they began. This was an easy way to wind up in an unexpected or unintentional k-hole. If the stimulation was getting close to baseline by the time the ketamine was insufflated, the extremity of the elongated come-up and quasi-unexpected intensification were significantly lessened. <br> <br> I was a little more physically mobile and chatty as the ketamine came on compared to a sober experience with this same substance. This was most obvious when I reached the difficulties of turning ideas into words into sentences. I wouldn't take the natural clue and shut-up, I’d suffer through some awkward attempts before realizing it was time to turn my attention inwards, away from the outside world. <br> <br> - Benzodiazepines: Benzos were critical for me during this free-for-all month. I was more aggressively dosing stimulants than I was in their individual month’s of study and often layered multiple substances on top of each other in combinations. On one occasion I hadn’t eaten or hydrated enough and was beginning to feel paranoid and physically uncomfortable as I descending from the peak of that particular day. Knowing that I had benzos available to put on their superhero cape and come to the rescue in a poorly timed or aggressive dose decision calmed me down no matter what level of stimulation I was at; it was a huge comfort. Likewise, I knew I’d always be able to sleep even if I dosed too late in the day with something that would keep me awake without my helper substances. On an even more positive note, a light benzo dosage [Ex. .25-1 milligrams of Etizolam or 85 micrograms of clonazolam] taken in the morning along with stimulants across the month; this was, the way. to. go. By the time both substances came to their peak, I would be zooming along with the sharpened focus of the stimulant but in a more controlled state of mind. Some of the hectic racing in my mind would be eased, allowing me to fully utilize the performance and mood enhancement from the stims, without some of the pesky annoyances that typically come along with them. Taking the edge off with this combination really made for a smooth riding day; I would feel the way that I dream about – a great version of myself that’s positive, friendly, and energized. <br> <br> - Other Euphoric Stimulants [MDMA and 4-FA]: These combinations where usually stacked on the middle to tail-end of another stimulant. Due to its blandness, 4F-MPH was likelier to make me feel like seeking out the beating rush of a more euphoric upper. This substance was a catalyst for the decision to re-dose a combo, but was always washed over immediately by the secondary drug. I did find cross-tolerance between MDMA, which I took via insufflation, and the other daily stimulants I was taking throughout the month. I felt under-dosed by about 25% and had to boost my initial MDMA intake with a second dose. The duration of the secondary euphoric stimulants was increased due to the combinations, but I didn’t find a lot of interaction between the effects of each material. <br> <br> - Oxycodone: There were a handful of consecutive days were I took oxycodone in the evenings after an early morning stimulant. I was unable to detect any interaction between the substances. The opioid was just as sedating as I’d normally expect, and I didn't experience any extra energy outside of the pain-killer’s high. As the glowing euphoria came on, the lingering alertness and stimulation from the morning ingestion was slowly and fluidly wiped away, eventually to be replaced by a standard oxycodone experience. The onset felt just slightly delayed compared to starting from a pure baseline. I expect this is because it took a bit of extra time for the relaxation to get on top of any remaining ± level stimulation. <br> <br> <b>Outcome | Summary | Takeaways</b> <br> <br> This was fun – but tiring. If it hadn’t been for the sake of this report I would’ve taken far more “off days” than I did. The beginning of the month was particularly grueling, each morning’s dose seeming less enticing than the one of the day before. Somewhere around the beginning of the second week, I began to hit my stride and become used to both the good and bad effects of the substances. Sure I might be extra tired in the morning or feeling haggard from slightly less than optimal eating habits, but I knew these feelings were fleeting and well worth the increased mental accuracy and concentration I would get to enjoy for the rest of the day once I forced back a capsule, line of powder, pill, or bit of bitter liquid. <br> <br> I did find that by tailoring my substance and dose to my schedule was a much more pleasurable experience than taking the same exact thing every day, as I did during the rest of this report series. When the workload was heavy, I had the freedom to start small and then crank things up, or just go heavy right off the bat. If the day looked like I’d be attending a lot of meetings, but without a lot of hands on to-do items, I’d choose a little LSD and one of the lighter handed stimulants like lisdexamfetamine to enhance my emotional and social abilities, rather than a strong handed dose of Adderall that was better suited for a day when I wouldn’t be speaking to anyone, buried in an Excel file. Most of the time, my choices and predictions worked out pretty well. On the few occasions I wish I’d been a bit less stimmed up than I was, but I found it easier than expected to adapt and calm my mind by either talking myself down, or taking a small dose of benzos. <br> <br> I do of course have the liberty to continue using any substance I see fit; but this turned out to be a little much. I found the mental wear and tear of the frequent stimulant usage to be taxing. Of course I loved having the house extra clean, work assignments done faster, and energy to do additional chores when I normally wouldn’t. Balance however, seems to come naturally to me when stimulants are involved. Especially as I get older, I seem more keenly aware of the unique type of tired my mind and body gets after extended or regular usage. It’s like a head cold is coming on, or the second morning of a two-day alcohol hangover; dreary, tired, and frail. A day or two off was usually plenty to get me rearing and ready to go again. After settling into the month, which took a few weeks, I didn’t have this tired feeling for about ten days. After that, it returned and remained until the end of the month. <br> <br> In the end, this was the most productive and enjoyable month of my entire “performance enhancement at work/life” exercise. I’ll continue a dialed down version of this, most likely, for the rest of my life. I absolutely found my existing beliefs to be true, even when studied in greater durations and detail, that substance use can make a significant and positive impact on my professional and personal life. Harnessing and practicing the art of delicate and appropriate dosing seem to be key to my success in this part of life.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2021</td><td width="90">ExpID: 115538</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 5, 2021</td><td>Views: 13,040</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=115538&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=115538&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">2-Fluoromethamphetamine (668), Lisdexamfetamine (589), Amphetamines (6), Coffee (173), Kratom (203), Pharms - Methylphenidate (114), 3-Fluoroamphetamine (680), LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Performance Enhancement (50), Glowing Experiences (4), 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></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was Friday night, I had just managed to obtain ten hits of blotter and this was the first time I would be trying LSD. I was very excited at the time, and couldn't wait to try it. I had done extensive research beforehand, and on this particular Friday night, I really thought I was ready to escape reality. Little did I know what was in store for me later that night. So the night progressed and I invited a few friends over to my house. For the purpose of this story, we're going to call these people Jack, Kate, Tim, and Ben. Kate had also done a bit of research and was ready to try it as well. It was just going to be her and I tripping, while everyone else was just going to hang out and trip sit, and make sure we stayed under control. <br> <br> So the time came when we were ready to try it. I handed her a hit of blotter, and took one for myself, and we both popped them in our mouths. We then decided to go watch tv, while we waited for it to kick in. It seemed to take an eternity. After about two hours I called a friend of mine and asked him what the deal was. He insisted that I just keep waiting, so I did. About ten minutes later, Kate claimed she could feel it. I however, could not. About fifteen minutes later I began to feel it as well. It came on slowly. My thoughts seemed to wander wherever I would let them go. Every thing I touched had a very interesting feeling to it. Some things felt really uncomfortable to touch. I picked up Ben's key chain and stared at it in amazement at all of the colors for about five minutes. Then it started feeling really odd, and like it was cutting into my hand. I instantly threw it down on the table. While Kate was already tripping hard, and had went into another room, I wasn't quite all the way there yet. I went to see what she was up to, and she kept going on about snakes for the next half hour, and how the room was 'filled with snakes' and the 'snake gods'. At this point I was enjoying myself, and having a really good time just laughing about everything. The smallest things seemed hilarious. For the next few minutes I was just fucking around with Kate while she was going on and on about snakes and kept unplugging her laptop cord which for some reason was hilarious at the time. I was really enjoying myself. I just felt like fucking around with everyone. I was there on the ground, screaming and yelling 'BEN! BENNNNNNNNN!' Then he would come into the room and I would go completely silent. Then he'd walk back into the living room, where the other trip sitters were, and I'd scream and yell his name again. This went on about three more times until he finally just got sick of my shit and started ignoring me. <br> <br> I had some really crazy visuals, the most noticeable being when I looked at people's faces. While watching someone talking their face would kind of morph, and get larger and smaller. Their expression would also constantly change. This was quite amusing. At this point both of us were tripping quite hard, and nearing 'peak'. We were laying on the ground, and just having a good time. At this point, one of my trip-sitters decided that he 'had to try it' after watching how much fun we were having. I kept telling him no, but he didn't listen. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a hit, then threw the money at me a bit later. A bit later I found out that EVERY person in my house had done the same thing! They all wanted to try it, so they took a hit without my approval. At this point I started panicking. They were treating this drug that they had never researched before like it was something small like weed or alcohol. Tim even claimed it was 'no big deal, and it's just a drug you chill out with your friends with'. Oh how wrong he was. I was starting to freak out. Thoughts were racing through my head, I kept thinking 'I'm losing control here' and kept thinking how terrible it was that we had no trip sitter to keep anyone under control. Then I started freaking out about the fact that it was my house, and that if anything got broken, my parents would kill me. From this point on, I could not enjoy the trip. I was panicking, and beginning to sweat. Everyone was tripping, and there wasn't a single sober person at my house. People were all over my house, doing god knows what, and I was really not enjoying myself. I became very hot, so I decided to go outside to cool off. We went up on the pool deck outside my house. Everyone else came with me. I kept asking them who hadn't taken it, but I kept being assured by everyone that each person there had taken it. This just made me freak out more. Tim tried to calm me down, which worked for a little bit. We laid there for a little bit reminiscing about the classic scene in 'The Pirates of Silicon Valley' where Steve Jobs takes LSD. We discussed it for awhile, and talked about how amazing it was that 'they made all those computers'. This doesn't make any sense to me as I'm typing it, but at the time, we all thought it made perfect sense. The pool deck had an amazing unique feel to it, as did anything else I touched, and my vision was filled with colors. <br> <br> I was finally starting to enjoy myself again for a little while, but it was short lived. Kate and Ben had run off, and everyone was just being very loud outside. I started worrying again. A bit later I felt too cold outside, so we all eventually made our way back inside. It wasn't but a minute later the doorbell rang. Tim went and answered the door. It was the cops. They wanted to talk to me, since I lived at the house. I was panicking again. I could hardly even talk. I went outside to speak with the officer, who said they had gotten a 'welfare check' call. I kept trying to convince the officer that everything was fine, and that no one had done anything. I also kept saying that I did not want them searching my house under any circumstances. I couldn't think very straight at the time, as I was at the peak of my trip now. I just kept repeating that I didn't want them searching my house. This officer kind of 'gave up' on me for awhile, while another officer came out to talk to me. This officer tried to talk to me on a much more personal level. He said how he knew we were on something, and that his guess was acid. I didn't say a 'yes' or a no' but my facial expression did change when I realized he knew what was up. He continued talking to me on a personal level, and started going on about he used to 'sell dope at my age'. Then he started talking about how he turned his life around, and that I needed to, too. <br> <br> At this point the other officer came back outside and started questioning me again too. I felt so intimidated and scared at the time. I was tripping hard, and I could not handle the situation at all. I felt like I was two inches tall, and the officers were giants. I felt like I was an a small bug about a second away from being stomped on. They also questioned my friends, in a different area away from me. My friends had told them that I sold it to them. I tried to weasel my way out of everything, but I was tripping so hard that I just couldn't handle it. I don't remember a whole lot of what happened next, but the officers had entered my house, and they found the remaining five hits of blotter, which I had left in a DVD case on the kitchen counter. <br> <br> I felt destroyed. I knew in my mind that this was the end. At this point they had also called an ambulance to my house, as well as backup police officers. My entire culdesac was filled with law enforcement. Since I was freaking out even more now, the police officer led me over to the ambulance so that the medical examiner could check me out. He said I would be fine, and that I just had a really high pulse. Some of the police officers were enjoying themselves, and fucking around with me at the time. I remember one officer telling me to go to another officer, then when I got there he would say 'What are you doing here? I told you to go over there!' One of the officers who was talking to my friends inside of my house, was talking about all the crazy things all my friends were saying, and how they were definitely 'gone'. Eventually, one of the officers led me back to my front porch, to help me get my shoes. I put them on, then I was put in the back of a police car. I felt two inches tall again. I began to feel very claustrophobic, and started freaking out again.I kept looking out the window, and eventually they let me out again for awhile. <br> <br> They asked me a few more questions, then I asked if I could call my parents. At this point the reality had really struck me. I knew how FUCKED I was. I knew I was being arrested, and I knew there was nothing I could do to get out of this. I called my father, crying to him on the phone, and telling him how sorry I was for disappointing him. I went on about how I should have listened to him. After awhile the police officer told me to wrap it up, so I said my goodbyes, and he then took my phone as evidence. I was put back into the police car, and an officer got in and started the car. We started driving to the police station. I had calmed down slightly, and I remember saying 'Damn!' as the officer floored it once we got out onto the main road. Eventually we got to the police station, and I was led inside. I was still tripping and had trouble remembering what he was telling me to do. He led me down a hallway, and had me sign some papers. Then he led me into a small holding cell. <br> <br> Once I was in the cell I realized the severity of the situation again. The cell was a small room with bright lights, a mirror, a toilet, and a sink. I sat on the bench and the cell and just thought about everything. Wondered how I got myself into this. I started crying, and asking myself out loud 'How could I do this?' 'How could this happen?' This talking to myself went on for probably an hour. Then I proceeded to stare at floor of the cell, which caused me to see some very interesting visual hallucinations. I couldn't enjoy myself though. My mind was not in the right place. At this point I just wanted to end the trip. I took a drink of water, then took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. I definitely looked like someone fucked up some sort of drug. I kept having weird thoughts like 'Is this me?' 'Is this who I am?' Over the next couple hours, I kept drinking water, to help end my trip faster, and also went to the restroom a few times. <br> <br> Finally, the officer opened the cell, and I was led out. I was told that I would be going to the local juvenile detention facility. My heart sunk, and again I realized just how much shit I had gotten myself into. I was put into handcuffs and shackles. Then I was led outside by two more officers into a white van. At this point it was around 5am, and I had not slept yet. I couldn't sleep though, as I was still tripping. I was put into the back of this van, while the officers got in and began to drive. The juvenile detention facility was around two hours away, so they told me to try and get some sleep. I tried, but I couldn't. It was very uncomfortable sitting with handcuffs and shackles on. During the two hour drive, I had some very weird thoughts. I thought a lot about life, and how these officers were just 'normal people' who happened to have a job in law enforcement, and how they all had their own families, and their own problems. This was just their job. My mind wandered the entire ride there. <br> <br> Eventually we got there. I was taken out of the vehicle, and led to the door outside the facility. A very buff man, was standing outside it. The officers wished me luck, and left me with this man, who then proceeded to yell at me like a drill sergeant. He made my repeat everything he said, and started going over some of the ground rules of the facility. There was a yellow line taped down on the floor and I had to acknowledge all of the officers and request permission to cross it. This was very hard to do at the time, as I was still kind of fucked up, and I hadn't slept in ages. Eventually one of the guards led me into a room and had me shower, then gave me prison clothes to change into. I couldn't believe I was actually in jail. After I finished my shower, he let me call my parents. I told them to get me a lawyer and they agreed. That was the last I would hear from them. Eventually I was led to a room with bunks with the other inmates. The next three days that I would remain in this facility would be the worst days of my life. The first day was the worst. I was still coming down from the LSD, and I was not allowed to sleep at all until 10pm rolled around. Needless to say I could hardly function during the day, and was completely exhausted by the time night came around. The facility operated like a standard jail. Asshole guards, terrible food, no rights, and nothing to do besides read the 'rules sheet' you were given. If you had good behavior, you could later be upgraded and be able to read the Bible, then if you continued to have good behavior, you could check out a book. The three days I remained in this facility were the longest days of my life. What was even worse was that all of the other kids in there were in there for real crimes like fighting and stealing. I was in there for a drug charge. A victimless 'crime'. Every night before I went to sleep I would think about how I was going to possibly get of there, and how long I would be in there. On the third day I was taken to court in another white van, along with a dozen other inmates that were scheduled for court that day. <br> <br> We got to the court house, and my case happened to be the very first one. My parents, my lawyer, and I both went to the stand. My lawyer did most of the talking, and eventually it was agreed upon that I should get out of the juvenile detention facility, but have house arrest for a month, then eight more months of probation. I was unhandcuffed, and released to my parents. That's where my story ends. All of this happened over one hit of LSD. My trip was a train wreck. A complete disaster. I later found out that all my friends had gotten off scott free. Not even charged or anything. I was slapped with over $1,000 of fees, and now had to serve probation. <br> <br> So that's where my story ends. I wasn't able to properly evaluate the drug 'erowid style' due to everything that happened. Would I ever eventually try LSD again? I'm not sure at this point. If I did try it, it definitely wouldn't be at my house again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 76778</td></tr> <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 26, 2012</td><td>Views: 75,223</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=76778&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=76778&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : General (1), First Times (2), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Guides / Sitters (39), Post Trip Problems (8), Multi-Day Experience (13), Personal Preparation (45), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </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="/pharms/zolpidem/">Pharms - Zolpidem</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</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="/pharms/diphenhydramine/">Diphenhydramine</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 --> First of all, I will be writing about the experience of my girlfriend. Although, I did trip with her, and stay in very close contact with her in the months that followed. This story is one that you seem to hear about as a sort of myth to scare you away from drugs. One thing I would like to mention is that I personally have extensive experience with, knowledge of, and respect for psychedelic drugs. This is not meant as a report to scare you into not experimenting with psychedelics, as I feel that, used correctly, they can be a powerful spiritual tool. I submit this account as a means to educate you as to the possible dangers and humbly offer you what advice I can and what conclusions I have reached. <br> <br> As a bit of background information, my girlfriend at the time (who we shall hereto refer to as Susan), prior to this event did not have a great deal of experience with psychedelics. She had done Mescaline once, LSD once, and ecstasy once (while I don't feel it is a 'psychedelic' I am including it anyway). Her Mescaline experience had been extremely positive with no negative side-effects. Her first LSD ingested roughly 3.5 hits, had a very intense but altogether pleasurable trip for the first 5 hours, but then suddenly lost touch, to say the least. She suddenly was naked, repeating certain phrases over and over (such as 'I've been here before' and 'I love you guys too!'), while thinking she had to vomit every minute or so, or suddenly running to the toilet for 'other' reasons. I was with her alone for the next 5 hours. Every couple minutes it was as though I could visually watch her particular ego or sense of reality focus in on her. She would start out staring blanking into space, repeating phrases, experiencing extreme emotions, and then suddenly for a split second she would realize what reality was, then for the next second she would realize where she was... until she realized who she was, who I was, and what was happening. She would apologize and thank me for helping her and then suddenly, she would be gone again. Things I did to help her included giving her milk, making her drink water, just helping her relax and keeping the environment calm and comfortable.) Anyway, about 5-8 hours she gradually found her way back to reality and was essentially the same person afterwards (albeit one with perhaps a more enlightened view on life.) <br> <br> Now, the story gets interesting. Roughly a month and a half later was her next encounter with LSD. This time she took only 1 hit. Her entire trip was great, she enjoyed it, nothing bad happened. The day after (after staying up all night), we went to the park, went on a walk, ate some lunch, just had a calm sober day really. We then went back to my house, late afternoon and decided to try to sleep... after having sex. However, directly after sex she began crying profusely, when asked 'why' all she could say was, 'I'm just so happy.' The next few hours she gradually lost touch with reality. It was very similar to the way she was acting before but was not nearly as bad. I assumed it would soon pass, another night at the most. I attempted to speed up the recovery by giving her food and liquid, which she was very uninterested in. As the night progressed I gave her sleeping pills, one Ambien and a couple Excedrin PM. She drank a couple beers to amplify the affect of the sleeping pills. I am unsure whether or not she slept, but what I can say is that I was able to get 2 hours of sleep and so I can only assume that she did sleep, otherwise it would have been impossible for me to, since she was acting very dependent on me at this point and wouldnt let me sleep (we had been up for 2 days at this point). <br> <br> I awoke to her being wide awake. She seemed to be getting more and more out of touch as time passed. I stayed up with her the rest of the night, by noon the next day I decided to give her more sleeping pills, Unisom and Tylenol PM, and also Niacin, they had no affect at all. She would sometimes come back for very short time periods. She would talk about how 'she could see it', but 'it hurt to remember', she 'didn't want to come back.' At times she appeared to be in a very enlightened place, completely tranquil, happy. Others, she would experience extreme sorrow, talk about 'being in the bad place,' 'I've been here before,' or talk about how we were all just 'hanging out in our imaginations.' One thing I found very interesting was that she seemed to be reliving all of the experiences of the last couple days in reverse order, talking to people as if they were there. <br> <br> To speed up the story a bit, by the afternoon on the 2 day after the trip, she was not eating, not sleeping, not drinking, and getting further and further away mentally. I enlisted the help of some close friends to help me as I was on day 3 of no sleep. That evening I was frantically awoke by them. Susan was talking in a strange dialect (language?), flailing her limbs, hitting herself and others repeatedly, showing extreme rage at times. By this point I felt I had no choice but to take her to emergency room, which with all of our combined efforts, we were able to do (through physical restraint). There were police at the emergency room but aside from a suspicious glare, gave us no trouble. The hospital had little clue about what was happening and, I feel, did virtually nothing short of restraining her. It was clear to all of us that she needed food and sleep, the staff seemed to think it would just work out naturally. Clearly they were oblivious to any situation even slightly resembling this one. Her parents arrived within a few hours. <br> <br> .... <br> A day and half later she was transferred to a psychiatric hospital in the nearest major city. I talked to her daily, she was very unhappy there and very disconnected from reality. She was very confused and still very much in a different world. It is extremely difficult to describe the way she was acting at this point. This hospital also (I feel) handled things very poorly. They still would not give her sleeping medication (even though she went 10 days sleeping only 6 hours) and she rarely got to even see a doctor. But, regardless, after roughly a week and a half, she was released into the custody of her parents. She was functional, but definitely still not in touch with 'reality.' The next two days at home she gradually regressed until eventually she reached the point where she KNEW the CIA was trying to kill her, that everyone was trying to shoot her, and that dead bodies were chopped up in the basement. Her parents took her back to the hospital, but she wouldn't allow her self to be committed (since she was 20 it required her permission, they had been able to convince her last time due to her state of mind), and so they struggled until finding a different facility. A psychiatric research hospital. <br> <br> I know this is getting long so I will finish up... It was another two weeks before she was rereleased. It took her roughly 3 months to recover to normality. However, she is a different person. I think probably a better, happier person. As far as the experience she remembers it all. I have no doubt she experienced things extremely spiritual at times, inhabiting higher dimensions, talking spirits, and things of the sort. BUT, I also think that due to many factors she experienced many things that were pure hallucination, or signs she took to be indicative of things that were not true (in some cases very extreme things). The problem is that she is not entirely able to tell what was true and what was not. <br> <br> So here are the conclusions I have reached after talking to doctors, researching, talking to her, etc. Luckily, I was mindful enough to keep logs of what she was saying throughout the experience, and also have her journals from the hospitals. <br> <br> So, she was a person with some issues in her past that she did not want to deal with at the time. She suppressed these things and didn't think about them. Most likely, she was prone to this sort of psychosis and it is very possible that this would have happened even without the LSD. In this particular case though, the LSD definitely sort of opened the door. Thus I say it triggered it, but did not CAUSE it. I view this experience as a sort of transformation of her life into a better person. Others see it differently, such as her parents, but they are coming with the attitude of placing blame on everyone and everything except for their daughter. To them, it's not that their daughter had issues and problems that needed to be dealt with finally exploded, it was the fault of her boyfriend and of drugs that this horrible thing happened, a thing with no spiritual basis or positive side effects, they were convinced she was going to die. <br> <br> What advice can I give? Well for one thing the doctors at the second hospital, who seemed to more fully understand what was going on, said that everything I did were the BEST things that could have been done for her, short of actually taking the LSD of course. That includes sleeping pills, food, water, vitamins, Niacin. ALSO, here are some things to be careful of. <br> * Isolate the person in a quiet, dimly lit room, without the coming and going of strangers <br> * Constant reassurance is key, 'everything is ok, everyone is ok, and that includes you.' <br> * The person should not be left alone. Time is extremely distorted for them and a minute can feel like a day. <br> * Don't ask questions, questions can provoke a flood of anxiety in a person struggling to maintain logical thought <br> <br> There you have it, I hope that offers help to someone should a similar situation ever arise. Likewise though, I hope that it never does happen. <br> <br> Namaste<!-- 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: 51631</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 6, 2012</td><td>Views: 49,372</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=51631&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=51631&format=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), Second Hand Report (42), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> 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>(cookie / food)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</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+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Esthetic Evolution. The hippest among us describe it as the single most exciting event in our great state of Idaho (although, that’s probably not the most difficult title to attain). Every year come June the isolated hick settlement of Twin Springs (Population: 5) gets swarmed by a thousand ravers, Burning Man veterans, e-tards, drunkards, acid freaks and other various individuals that the County Sheriffs would most certainly frown upon. Set upon the top of a grassy plateau, with rivers below and mountains above, the scenic location becomes the center for a community built fundamentally on the principle of self-expression, in true Burning Man spirit. People are given the opportunity to build their own self-contained, autonomous society with its own aesthetic and ethical standards. Nothing is forbidden. Everything is permitted. <br> <br> The sets of music each night go from 7 PM to 7 AM. I knew that I would need a lot of chemical energy to get through that much music. The first night I conserved my energy. I dropped a hit of my sugar cube LSD to gauge its potency. The trip was average, but I needed a gram-full pot brownie to really get me going. I went to a sleep at a conservative 4 AM, partly to conserve my energy for the next night, and mostly because there was a lot of THC in my system and I had little choice. The second night was going to be the main event. Jedi Flipping. I’ve found few recorded cases on the mixture of LSD, Mushrooms, and Ecstasy, so I decided it was territory I needed to explore on my own accord. Besides, who wouldn’t want to be a Jedi? It’s not like I’d be the only one at the festival completely twisted on hallucinogens. <br> <br> I had a pretty good inkling of what Jedi Flipping was going to do to me, and I knew it would be above and beyond anything else I’d experienced up to that point. And, at the ripe old age of 17, I was not exactly inexperienced with mind-bending drugs. I’d had around 25 mushroom trips, 5 acid trips, and 5 experiences with MDMA (but always in the form of molly before this). I’d hippy flipped once, candy flipped once, wasted a lot of time getting stoned, and experimented with a few other oddities (Salvia, Morning Glories, Hawaiian Baby Woodrose). The shit I steered clear of was alcohol (for the most part), opiates, and hard stimulants. But if it had the potential to be mind opening, I wanted to try it. Ever since first reading Huxley’s “The Doors of Perception,” in 8th grade, I wanted to chase ultimate psychedelic experience. In my area, these drugs are by no means easy to come by (although I learned the hard way it’s easy to get ripped off). I stumbled onto pot in my search, but wasn’t able to get any illegal psychedelics until the summer between Sophomore and Junior year. Junior year saw great escalation in my psychedelic drug use. First mushrooms, then acid and ecstasy as they began circulating. I liked tripping. I wanted to trip in every possible set and setting, just to see the different directions my mind would go. I’d trip with small circles of friends, I’d trip at large parties, I’d trip alone, I’d trip while seeing a gig, I’d trip while playing a gig, I’d trip at school, I’d trip in nature, I’d trip at 3D movies, I’d trip any day and any way. <br> <br> But that’s more than enough about me. <br> <br> The Esthetic Evolution experience is primarily a social experiment, so it’s just as important for you to get to know my friends. <br> <br> First there was The Prince of Persia, or Prince for short. The nickname came from the fact that he’s half-Persian, off-white in a state completely dominated by Caucasians. Me and him go way back. Back to the days of the elementary school playground, back to junior high when we first started playing our guitars together, back to starting our first band in high school, and all the while getting into smoking dope, ‘shrooming, and rolling together. The night of my Jedi Flip would be Prince’s first time on LSD (though not for lack of trying, we’d had experience getting ripped off together too). He’d done ‘shrooms quite a few times, so I told him to go ahead and opt for two hits for optimum visceral experience, and he planned to take his ecstasy on the comedown. <br> <br> Next we have J-Nug, quite possibly my favorite person in the world, and certainly the funniest motherfucker I’ve ever met. Most people tell jokes, but J-Nug lives a joke (and at everyone else’s expense). Many who meet think he’s a douchebag, which probably stems from his habit of insulting everyone around him. But largely, it’s a persona he’s taken on for his own personal amusement. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and wearing a superhero’s cape around the festival, he looked like the high, drunken badass he was. Even though he’d very conspicuously spoken about his love of “gettin’ faded” for years, it wasn’t until a few weeks before Esthetic that he actually began drinking or smoking, and he certainly wasn’t at a stage where he was getting into ‘shrooms, ‘cid, or X. Still, considering he was a relative newcomer to substances he could hold is own with the best of them. <br> <br> Then there was Jersey. He’s from Jersey. And he’ll let you know (usually by saying “I’m from fuckin’ Jersey!”). He’s just about as nice a kid as you’ll ever meet. However, as much as we like hanging out with him sober, when you put any amount of mind-altering substance in his body and he can turn into a total babbling idiot. He becomes like a horribly well-intentioned retard you don’t have the heart to tell to shut up, projecting every goddamn thought that pops into his head. He had gotten earned some derisive nicknames in his time. One of them being “The Two-Beer Queer,” fairly indicative of Jersey’s chronic condition of total lightweightedness. But Jersey was also convinced that he wanted some LSD for the night. I wasn’t sure whether it was a good idea, but there was really only one way to find out. “What the hell,” I figured, “if you’re good for the money I’ll give you a dose.” As J-Nug so eloquently put it, “The One-Drag Fag frying on acid? That is gonna be a fucking sight.” <br> <br> And finally, there was D. D doesn’t have any dumb nicknames, so I guess he just gets to have his name shortened to one letter. He’s the one who gave us a ride up in his big ol’ Suburban, “The Red Rocket.” He was Jersey’s best friend and the group Mom, too. Always wanting to know everyone was all right. If you were on powerful drugs and you weren’t in D’s sight, then in his mind you had either died or were in the process of dying. The top priority was to ensure your safety. I’m not sure what the trip would’ve been like without him there to look out for us. <br> <br> Enough background for you? Shit man, you have no patience. I’m getting to the exciting stuff. <br> <br> ________________________________________________________________________ <br> <br> Saturday, June 19 2010. 7:30 PM. <br> <br> We all take our acid. Sugar cubes dissolve nice and quick, it’s not like blotter where I'm swirling the tabs around under my tongue for five or ten minutes. Pop a cube in my mouth and a minute later I’ll have nothing but a residual sweet taste and the satisfying knowledge that I have 100 micrograms soaking into my system. <br> <br> Three hits seems like a good dose for me. I figured with a day-after tolerance I’d need to double my dose to get effects comparable to last night’s trip. And why not drop another for good measure? There’s nothing to lose. Prince has had his two hits. Jersey’s dropped his. Shit, I don’t know about that kid though. We’ll see how this goes. <br> <br> We’ve been sitting around camp getting stoned all day. It’s not as interesting as it sounds (and it doesn’t sound that interesting), but it provided some much needed R&R. <br> <br> A little more sitting around, and the initial effects are coming on. It starts off softly. My vision gets sharper. Everything comes at me crystal clear. It’s a feeling like I’ve spent my whole life looking at the world through one window pane, and somebody just sprayed some windex on it and wiped it down. This acid is clean, too. There’s very little body tension, just that oddly euphoric psychedelic energy that comes in sheets through my whole body. It’s not speedy by any means, just a feeling that every action is performed with great purpose. It won’t be long now until I’m launched into outer space. <br> <br> We can hear the first pulses of the electronic music in the distance. J-Nug is sipping on some bizarrely appetizing mixture of Tiki Punch and Vodka. <br> <br> “I hope it gets more poppin’ up there tonight,” he says, looking lazily up towards the source of the music. <br> <br> “I dunno man, it was pretty poppin’ up there last night,” I tell him. In reality, it’s not like I could judge. I was tripping balls last night. Pot has a way of bringing out everything that’s weird about an acid trip (and acid has some weird places to take me). My immediate physical surroundings were not of the biggest concern to me when I was raving… <br> <br> “Yeah, I know it was poppin’ last night,” J-Nug says, “I just hope it gets more poppin’ is all.” <br> <br> Jersey is looking off in the opposite direction. Across a dirt road, there’s an old school bus that’s been completely spray painted over with Alice in Wonderland themed graffiti. It’s got a flat deck strapped to the top and a couple couches and chairs where people can lounge. <br> <br> “Bro, that looks sick,” Jersey says. “I’m gonna go kick it up there.” <br> <br> “I’m coming with you,” D adds, hurrying to catch up to him. <br> <br> Me and J-Nug follow suit. <br> <br> Prince has been sitting in the driver’s seat of the Red Rocket ever since we dropped our acid. He’s starting to look a little zoned. “You comin’ man?” I holler through the car window. <br> <br> “Naw, man. I think…” he trails off, looking like he’s carefully considering something. “I think I’m just gonna sit in here.” <br> <br> I shrug. “That’s cool.” <br> <br> We walk across the road and climb up a ladder propped on the side of the bus. As I pop over the last rung, I see a girl on one of the couches waving a peacock’s feather in circles a few inches from her face. She’s entranced. She looks serene. She must be on LSD. <br> <br> Jersey sits down by her on the couch and begins to strike up a conversation. I don’t pay attention; I’m sitting on the edge of the bus and letting my legs dangle, sitting in silence with J-Nug while he munches on a bowl of dry Frosted Flakes. <br> <br> I look out over the camp. What an incredible sight. People are wandering around in lavish costumes. It’s nice to see people as fucked up, freaked out, and into drugs as I am. Some of them have it together. Others don’t. Some are curiously roaming around with eyes glazed over, while others have let their minds deteriorate to a more primal state. They’re running and jumping, screaming and yelling, acting on every single impulse. <br> <br> I look up at J-Nug. “It is going to get fucking wild tonight, man.” <br> <br> He doesn’t look back, but he nods in acknowledgement. He’s more focused on his Frosted Flakes. I look back over the grassy plateau. The sun is setting over the mountains, casting subtle shades of violet across the sky. I focus on the peaks and see them like a time-lapse photograph. Over the course of a few seconds I can see hundreds of trees sprout up, grow, flourish, reach their peak, and then slowly wither and die before completely disappearing. There is already a certain fractal nature to the geometry of a mountain face. This becomes greatly exaggerated while tripping. As the light of the sun shines down through the cracks of the rock face, the sensory input hits me in two discernable planes of geometric patterns. It’s sort of like the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey. Thank God for the third hit. Acid visuals are always grand, but this is nothing short of spectacular. And to think, I’m still just coming up. <br> <br> At this point, J-Nug has stuck his entire face into his plastic bowl of Frosted Flakes. <br> <br> I want to divert his attention towards the sunset. “Would you look at that, man?” <br> <br> “That is nice,” he admits. <br> <br> He looks back down at his Frosted Flakes. I can tell he’s about to stick his face in again, but then looks back at me. <br> <br> “I mean, that is fuckin’ nice, man.” He doesn’t want me to doubt his sincerity. <br> <br> “Dude, Prince has just been sitting in the car for like thirty minutes,” D points out. <br> <br> I look over towards our camp. “Yeah. I better go check on him.” <br> <br> I walk over to the Red Rocket and Prince is staring intently at the logo on the center of the steering wheel. <br> <br> I open the passenger’s side door. “You all good?” <br> <br> His concentration on the logo is broken. He looks away, towards me. “Yeah.” <br> <br> “Your acid kicked in?” <br> <br> He looks at me like I just asked if the sky was blue. “Yes.” <br> <br> “Yeah, mine too,” I giggle. “You should’ve fucking seen it on top of that bus, man.” <br> <br> “Yeah.” He pauses and stares into the distance, choosing his next words carefully. “I guess I just didn’t really want to be around Jersey when I was coming up. I mean, I can get a little uncomfortable when he gets the way he does, y’know? I just didn’t want to start the trip off in a bad way.” <br> <br> “I got you, man, don’t worry about it. He seems to be handling the acid well so far, though.” I feel the suspension sink down in the back of the car. J-Nug, Jersey, and D are sitting on the bumper, talking to our next-door neighbor while he smokes a cigarette. <br> <br> It’s bizarre to see him up and about. The night before he and his friends from Oregon had a vial of some fairly weak acid. In something of a drunken stupor, this neighbor thought it was a good idea to drink everything they had left, a good half a vial. He claims to have no recollection of the next ten hours, but I personally watched him lie underneath the shade of our car, getting up only on occasion to pace back and forth and forcefully vomit clear liquid. It was as though he’d only taken time to put two things in his system: drugs and water, and his body was violently rejecting both. Luckily, he seems to have fully pieced his mind back together. <br> <br> Prince and I get out of the car and join the party. <br> <br> “What’s up guys?” I give my psychedelically inclined neighbor an obligatory nod. He nods back, cancer stick dangling from the corner of his mouth. <br> <br> Jersey turns to Prince and I. “Dude, is it normal that I’m not feeling my acid yet if you guys are?” <br> <br> “Well, you gotta remember that we had more than you, so we came up harder and faster.” But from my observations of the past forty minutes, Jersey had been just as bug-eyed and giggly as the rest of us. He’s fallen into a common syndrome for a newcoming tripper. “I think you’re feeling your acid, dude. You just don’t realize it.” <br> <br> Jersey looks confused and annoyed at the response. “But I thought I was going to see cartoons?” <br> <br> Our neighbor chuckles. “Is it his first time?” <br> <br> “Yeah.” <br> <br> He turns to Jersey. “It’s not like you think. It’s not like any other drug. There’s no definitive moment when it hits you. It creeps up gradually and kicks your ass before you know it. A lot of it starts with you just getting into the body high and letting your mind wander, and then you’ll stop thinking altogether. You just need accept the fact that you’re frying, because all you have to do is go with it.” <br> <br> This motherfucker actually knows what he’s talking about. <br> <br> Jersey still isn’t convinced, “I just want to take it to the next level.” He turns to me, “I’ve got the money, could I please get one more hit off you?” <br> <br> “Shit!” I yell in frustration. I just got ten hits yesterday, and now I’m down to one. <br> <br> “Look man,' I try to level with Jersey. “I’m a greedy motherfucker, and I wasn’t exactly planning on having all my acid eaten within a day of getting it. If you want to take your trip to the next level, you should smoke.” <br> <br> Hmmm… on second thought, I’ve seen Jersey smoke before. Maybe that’s not a good idea for him. I mean, pot and ‘shrooms go great together, but pot and LSD can be a very odd and dangerous combination. Especially if you’re the One-Drag Fag. I reconsider the proposition. “Well…”I trail off. “I guess it’s not like that one hit would do me that much good anyhow.” <br> <br> “I am definitely glad I opted for the second hit,” Prince chimes in. <br> <br> “…and I’ve got the money…” Jersey reminds me. <br> <br> I mull it over in my brain. Jersey is looking up at me pleadingly, anxiously. I carefully consider the circumstances. <br> <br> “Fuck!” I finally burst out. “Go ahead. The last hit’s in that big red water bottle in the tent.' <br> <br> “THANK YOU!” Jersey practically runs back there. <br> <br> “Such incredible generosity,” our neighbor says, sarcastically, as he extinguishes the butt of his cigarette on his car’s bumper. <br> <br> I pretend I didn’t hear him. <br> <br> D looks at me. “Yeah, man. You don’t need that hit. I mean, how many ‘shrooms are you going to take tonight anyhow?” <br> <br> The neighbor looks up, with a newfound interest in our affairs. <br> <br> “I’ve got a little less than an eighth.” <br> <br> The neighbor raises his eyebrows. <br> <br> D is shaking is head in disbelief. “Jesus Christ… 3 hits of acid, an eighth of ‘shrooms, and all that ecstasy too? Just do me a favor and please don’t die, ok?” <br> <br> The neighbor lets out a low laugh. “Jedi flipping, dude?” <br> <br> I look over and he flashes me one of those rare smiles you encounter to varying degrees throughout your life. The kind you get from someone who knows exactly where you’re coming from and what you’re going through. The kind of smile that goes up into the eyes, making them narrow on the face. The smile of shared experience. <br> <br> “You are in for one helluva time.” <br> <br> <br> Saturday, June 19 2010. 9:30 PM <br> <br> The second hit of acid wound up hitting Jersey pretty hard. <br> <br> He was looking at me with his eyes half shut, speaking blissfully. “Oh man. I just feel so good it’s just like my whole body is—“ <br> <br> He trailed off; his train of thought got derailed. I know the feeling. <br> <br> After some time his smile melted away and he began to look very solemn. His eyes opened wider and wider, until I thought they’d pop out of his skull. “My… whole body… is…. FUCKING!” <br> <br> The final word had a force that nearly knocked me off balance. Shit, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had. Everything around me was warping, swirling, growing and then shrinking again. My brain had turned to rubber and was being stretched out for miles in every imaginable direction. <br> <br> It took a second for what Jersey had said to set in. When it did, a laugh escaped me from the inside out. It kept going until my eyes started to water. <br> <br> I yelled back behind me, “Prince, you gotta check this kid out, man!” <br> <br> But it was too late. I had turned away from Jersey for two seconds, and when I turned back around he was sprinting away in the opposite direction, ripping off his shirt as he went. <br> <br> “Holy shit!” I howled. <br> <br> D was concerned, though. “What the hell, dude? He better not wander off and die.” <br> <br> J-Nug shrugged. “So what if he does?” <br> <br> “He’ll be fine. I mean, he’s just trippin’ is all,” Prince concluded. His pupils were massive. He knelt down and picked a blade of grass, inspecting it carefully, following it closely with his eyes. He held it up and aligned it with the light of the sun, before letting go to watch it float away in slow motion. <br> <br> “Good God,” he announced, “I am just frying through my goddamn skull.” <br> <br> “You’re not alone,” I told him. <br> <br> Everyone in sight was as openly inebriated as we were. I could focus on any one person and see their trip as plain as day. Their face would go through the entire spectrum of emotion. They’d smile, but soon frown. They’d look at peace with the world, but their look would soon subside to one of shock and confusion. Their actions made little logical sense, but I always understood where they were coming from. They could spend a whole two minutes laughing at the sight of their own hands. <br> <br> A blonde-haired kid about our age approached our group, sitting on the bumper of the Red Rocket right next to us. <br> <br> “Heeeey guys… howwuh you dooin?” Man, this kid sounded like he was cognitively impaired and had just downed a fifth of Jim Beam. <br> <br> I laughed anxiously. “Um….” I was a little taken aback with how he had just invited himself into our group. <br> <br> Suddenly he jerked his head away and jumped back as though he saw something unspeakably terrifying behind us. <br> <br> “WOAH! WOAH!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, eyes popping with each exclamation. <br> <br> “Holy fuck, what are you on right now man?” I had seen some strange behavior so far, but this by far was taking the cake. <br> <br> “I am on… molly,” he smirked. “She is my besssssst friend. Woah, woah… WOAH! WOAH!” <br> <br> “Yeah I’m down with molly, man,” I told him, trying to ignore the ear-piercing shouts he used to punctuate his sentences, “but Lucy has always been my main squeeze.” <br> <br> He sank deeply into thought. Lucy? <br> <br> I could see the gears turning in his head. Who’s Lucy? <br> <br> “Y’know, Lucy… in the Sky… with Diamonds…” D clarified. <br> <br> Finally it clicked for him. A grin crept across the width of his face. “Well… as for Lucy. I guess you could say that…. she’s my friend too!” He erupted into hysterical laughs, but they soon faded back to screams. <br> <br> “WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!” He ran away from the camp. <br> <br> I looked at my friends. Had that just happened? I didn’t even know what to think anymore. How could so many people’s heads be this fucked? Or is my head so fucked that I don’t even know the difference, and everyone else is just acting normal? <br> <br> “Fuck that kid dude. That kid was fucking annoying.” J-Nug got more and more insightful as he sent more and more vodka down the hatch. <br> <br> I saw an unmistakable tall figure walking towards camp. I prodded J-Nug, “Hey dude, look, here comes Jersey. His shirt’s back on... I figure that’s a good thing.” <br> <br> J-Nug looked up, unenthused. “Fuck this kid dude. This kid is fucking annoying.” <br> <br> He came up to camp as though the way he sprinted off earlier was nothing out of the ordinary. “Hey guys, you guys want any hamburgers? Man! There’s this lady back there giving out hamburgers!” <br> <br> He looked me square in the eyes. <br> <br> “I’ve never felt this…” <br> <br> None of what he had to say concerned me very much. I was more interested in the fact that he was chewing on a stick about thick and long as my goddamn forearm, holding the whole thing up purely with the strength of his jaw. <br> <br> Prince grabbed it from his mouth. “Come on, man, seriously? You don’t know where this stick has been.” <br> <br> Jersey snatched it right back. “It’s my cannibalistic biting stick! We decided I needed a cannibalistic biting stick!” <br> <br> His anger quickly turned to remorse. He handed it back to Prince, apologetically. <br> <br> “Throw it far…” <br> <br> Prince laughed, “You wanna play some goddamn fetch, man?” <br> <br> Jersey gave no clear answers, but certainly smiled a lot. <br> <br> Prince shrugged and thrust the stick over his shoulders, winding up for a big toss. <br> <br> I had no clue what was going on, but I knew I had to stop it. <br> <br> I grabbed the stick before Prince could get it airborne. “Look man, I’m all for it, but this is not the time nor the place!” <br> <br> Jersey shook his head at me, disappointed. “You’re no fun.” <br> <br> I was shocked. No fun? And to think I gave this rat bastard my acid. <br> <br> “Say, Jersey, what do you think of the ol’ LSD?” <br> <br> “It… it is my favorite.” <br> <br> “That’s what I thought.” <br> <br> I sure showed him. What was I showing him again? And why is Jersey taking off his pants? <br> <br> “Um….” <br> <br> “I’m just changing into shorts dude. I wanna go dance soon.” <br> <br> The music had been going for a couple hours, but we hadn’t even gone up to the stage yet. In fact, most people hadn’t. I think we were all too fried. But as nightfall approached, we knew that’s where the party would find itself. It was about time to head up to the main attraction, The Dome. <br> <br> The Dome was an extremely psychedelic place to situate yourself. It was made of metal piping (kind of like scaffolding except it was in the shape of a… dome). The pipes formed various geometric shapes all around. Triangles, pentagons, hexagons… The sound system was like none I’d ever seen or heard. Every frequency cut through crystal clear. The music couldn’t just be heard, it could be felt. The bass hits rumbled me from the inside out. The mids enveloped my whole body while the highs assaulted my frontal lobe. But like any respectable display nowadays, the Dome had to hit me on all sensory levels. Behind the stage, loops of film were rear-projected onto massive screens. There were LED lights powerful enough to shine patterns on mountain faces a few miles away. And, most importantly, the top of the dome was rigged with powerful pyrotechnics. The bass drops were accompanied with 20-foot spurts of intense flame. <br> <br> The next few hours are a blur of raving with a head full of acid. Eventually J-Nug came up and tapped me on the back. He pointed back towards camp and made gestures that unmistakably communicated his desire to roast a bowl. I walked with him and Prince. <br> <br> There’s a part of me that wishes I had brought a flashlight to Esthetic. It was damn near impossible to see three feet in front of me at night. On the other hand the lack of sensory input, as always, produced stunning visual effects. As we were walking, I was treated to incredible technicolor fractals all around me. <br> <br> We got back to camp. “I think I’m gonna drop my first roll,” Prince said. “It’s really getting started in there.” <br> <br> “Go for it dude, I’m gonna take my boomers,” I told him. I fumbled around in the tent for my big red water bottle that I’ve always used to store drugs in. Finally I found it and twisted the cap off. I pulled out the biggest ziploc bag stuck my nose in. It smelled like my favorite thing in the world, that bizarrely dungy scent of psilocybin mushrooms. <br> <br> ________________________________________________________________________ <br> <br> Saturday, June 19 2010, 11:30 PM. <br> <br> Most people are not big fans of the taste of and smell of mushies. Personally, I have grown to love both. Even if they smell like shit and taste like dirt, I have grown such a good association with the trips that the sensations leading up to it always excite me. I popped them in my mouth, chewing ‘em up nice and slow, savoring it. Even after I swallow, the taste lingers for some time. It’s nice. It makes my mouth feel warm, and before long the feeling has crept into my entire body. The body tingles start in my soul and seep up through the pores of my skin, bubbling over like magma from a thick reservoir deep down beneath the surface. Before long I'm completely bug-eyed, with mouth agape and an indescribable feeling that my brain has been plastered on the outermost walls of the galaxy. <br> <br> I do a lot of drugs, but I do mushrooms too. They’re not drugs. They’re much bigger than drugs. <br> <br> I’m starting to feel them come on when we sit down to smoke a bowl. <br> <br> “Will you pack this, dude?” Prince asks me. But one look up and he changes his mind. “Actually, you’re frying pretty hard. I won’t make you think about it, I’ll pack it.” <br> <br> He corners the bowl, drags slow, and holds the hit deep in his lungs. He throws his head back in relaxation when he exhales, thick white smoke hanging in front of him. Prince is a man who loves his weed. <br> <br> “Master Kush. This is some dank shit dude.” <br> <br> He’s right. The bowl makes its rotations knocks us all out. It’s the kind of stone that goes right to your body. <br> <br> “This weed is just taking me to Cloud 9,” Prince said. <br> <br> Each word came out so slowly it was as though I could see each one formulate in front of Prince’s mouth and float away before the next one came. Time was slowing down like a locomotive. The sounds themselves were damp and muffled, like how a good DJ will start off a breakdown with the resonance backed off all the way, giving the track a drowned out sound like I'm hearing it underwater. But I always know he’ll slowly bring it up higher and higher, then higher again, maybe kicking the drums back in before the treble is piercing my ears and the tension is so high I can barely stand it. But when the bass drops back in (and in the dome, flames spit out overhead), I can take comfort in the fact that the party will rage on until the whole cycle repeats itself. <br> <br> D and that giggling freak Jersey walk up to the car. <br> <br> D yells in to us, “Get out of the car so I can lock it up. Oh, and grab all the water out of the trunk and put in the tent. I’ll be damned if you guys are gonna get dehydrated when you’re rolling.” <br> <br> I step outside the car and am hit with a wave of vertigo. “Woah… shit…” <br> <br> J-Nug nods in agreement. “It’s good bud, doggie.” <br> <br> Yeah. Good bud, that’s for sure. Good ‘shrooms too. <br> <br> Shit. Three grams and I'm getting up near a spiritual dose. I try not to smoke at spiritual doses. Half eighth and I can toke my heart out, but three grams… Am I really ready for this trip, stoned of my ass and with a mind already warped by LSD? Did I finally overestimate my own ability to keep it together? <br> <br> Wait, what time is it? It’s too dark to see my watch, let me grab my phone. 12:08. Cool. What’s that mean, again? When did I take those mushrooms… am I peaking yet? Or am I gonna go further out, still? Am I ready for this? <br> <br> Ready or not, here it comes. I’m feeling it all through my body. Waves of tension come through the top of my skull, down my torso, and phase through my arms and legs until they finally reach my outer extremities. Fuck, I’m in for something big. <br> <br> Something’s coming for me. The whole world’s rumbling. <br> <br> “Wwweee’rrreee gggooonnnnnnaaa hhheeeaaaddd bbbaaaccckkk tttooo ttthhheee dddooommmeee.” <br> <br> I nod. “I’ll come with.” <br> <br> Why did I say that? Who am I talking to? I can’t hear my own voice, but I can see the sound project outward and reverberate. Yes, I have certainly said something. <br> <br> I don’t know how long I’ve been following these people for. It’s felt like ten seconds and it’s felt like two years. Wait, where did they go? I wish I had a flashlight. Who are they again? I stop walking. Why would I even want to walk… why would I start? It’s certainly easier to stand. <br> <br> Darkness is no longer dark. These patterns can be ignored no longer. <br> <br> All around me there are swirling vibrations. They have no color; they’re beyond it. They’re moving constantly, spiraling upward like Da Vinci’s early conceptions of helicopters. They’re dependent on one another, drawing on each other’s energy for stability, forming grand double helixes like colossal strands of DNA. <br> <br> But all things come to an end. Nothing ever lasts forever, right? Each end of these things is fixed onto something definite. Each half is distinct, the bottom and the top. It’s like it’s a circular vortex, spinning… <br> <br> Wait a minute… I recognize these fuckers! They spun me all to hell the last time I tripped 20x Salvia. These are my thoughts. Good thoughts, bad thoughts… They can be friends or foes, and they’re not afraid to switch on a dime. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen, and it can be a very ugly thing. <br> <br> But not this time. I’m in control now. How should I let these things spin me, when it’s really me who spins them? This vision is familiar to me. I remember it from the time I Hippy Flipped. <br> <br> It’s the one cycle that all the others are derived from. It starts in my mind and projects upward to the highest imaginable peak. Here I find concepts, ideals, the way things ought to be. It’s the infinite truth of the yin. It is completely unbound by time, because it can apply to any and every moment. I'm in control of it; I can mold it any way I please. Everything’s perfect for me there, because it’s a construction I’ve created by and for myself. I think that, as day turns to night, this must be the place I visit in my dreams. But as much as I’d like to, I can’t stay there. I have to sink downward, past a crucial split. <br> <br> From there it swings to a low valley, where everything is contained within the finite point of the present moment. Here I find the other truth: not the truth of concept, but the truth of action. It’s unbendable. I cannot change what I’ve done once I’ve done it, though it’s easy to wish I could. That’s how people get hung up here. The heart of the yang is so immediate and tangible that I can lose sight of the other side of things. On one hand, a thought without action is rendered meaningless. No-one will congratulate me for what I regulate to the realm of my own mind. On the other hand, an action without thought is rendered dangerous. Then it becomes the epicenter of miscommunication, giving rise to conflict and confrontation. Actions have a lot of weight, for better or worse. <br> <br> But in the big scheme, I rise back up from this point. The cycle enters back to my body through the chest, hitting the heart as it goes. It pumps the blood and circulates the oxygen and oxygen that animates my being. Then, at some ineffable chakra between the aorta and the cerebral cortex: Ouroboros. The serpent eats its tail, and the whole thing starts again. <br> <br> I’ve seen this all before. I’m comfortable with it. I guess maybe it’s time to turn my head. <br> <br> Visions like this are inescapable and infinite in this darkness. But in the distance I see a source of light, a source of sound, a source of creation. <br> <br> I begin walking towards it, taking note of the fantastic sights around me. Three dimensional patterns are beneath me at this point. I’m seeing cubes that seem to occupy a fourth spatial dimension. I heard of these fuckers in Accelerated Math Analysis, but not like this, not hundreds of them looking me in the face. What’s the word for these, these shapes have a word… <br> <br> “…tesseract, yes, certainly… they’re tesseracts.” <br> <br> I’ve arrived at my destination. Look at these shapes, look at these lights. This is a truly intricate hallucination. Or is this the part that’s real? The line is getting fuzzy. <br> <br> No, no. This is the Dome. This is what I came for. But why is everyone looking at me? <br> <br> Are they just looking at me in all my dosed glory? Are they looking at my raggedy, torn up jeans and button-up shirt, two sizes too big, with the pattern of an American flag sewn across? Are they looking at my pupils, the size of flying saucers? Are they looking at me because I wandered in here mumbling about tesseracts? <br> <br> I need to avoid their stares. Just turn around and walk away. <br> <br> But I turn around and the stage is blocking my path. Oh wait… maybe that’s what these people were looking at. <br> <br> Maybe I should turn back around and explain myself. <br> <br> There’s no point, really. The ability to communicate a rational thought in English left me a long time ago. <br> <br> Everything has left me, really. I’m a blank slate, regressed to a completely infantile frame of mind. When I was first born, I hadn’t placed any filters on my thoughts yet. There was only one thing going to my mind: pure human experience. As I was raised, there needed to be filters placed on these thoughts, purely for the sake of survival. As a biological organism, I cannot survive if I have no larger scope on the nature things, nothing to fill the void that exists beyond the definitions of the present moment. <br> <br> The most basic of these thought filters is the filter of language. This is what children pick up first. They learn that that a certain concept is intrinsically linked to a specific vocal expression, the most comprehensible and basic ideas being “Yes” and “No.” <br> <br> From there we have to filter our experience further. To be able to express more complex thoughts, we need to follow the collectively agreed upon pattern. This becomes the subjects, the predicates, the rules of grammar. It becomes the language. It becomes a specific pattern in thought that we adhere too, even though it’s not the only pattern out there. <br> <br> Experience needs to be filtered down if we have any hope of being a functioning member of society. If we didn’t filter it, we’d constantly be like me… a freak with all his senses overloaded. If we can’t filter our thoughts down to something expressible, we cannot communicate with other human beings. We can’t collaborate with them. We can’t survive. <br> <br> Programming a sound into a synthesizer works in a very similar way. You start with a basic, initialized waveform. If you play the synth at this point, it will simply sound a pitch. From there, a producer will run it through filters, oscillators, envelopes, and modulators, which will cancel out some frequencies and thus emphasize others. This is known as subtractive synthesis. You can start with the form of a sine wave and create a literally infinite number of unique sounds, not because you added anything to the initial waveform, but because you took things away. In this same fashion, you can encounter an infinite number of unique personalities in your life, all crafted by filtering out parts of the waveform of basic human experience. <br> <br> Psychedelic drugs take off all my mind’s filters, oscillators, envelopes, and modulators. I can see my speech, my mannerisms, and everything that shapes me as a human being manifest itself into patterns coming towards me from every imaginable direction. There’s an innate humor present in a drug trip, and fundamentally it is self-deprecating. I'm laughing at myself. I'm laughing because I see how I’ve been stumbling through my life in one particular way, when there’s a million different ways I could go, and I'm laughing because I think myself a fool for missing things so fantastically different yet so apparently obvious. <br> <br> At this point, I’m laughing quite a bit. Things are getting very bizarre. <br> <br> I look up towards the light show. My head cocks to the left. My joy leaves me. My smile leaves me. The steady pulse of the music puts me in a trance. My whole body starts to sway backward and forward. If you were to get up, stare at one point high on the wall of the far side of the room, and proceed to draw large circles with your head, you would be making about the same motion I was. <br> <br> The entirety of human experience as I have ever known is beginning to fold in on itself. Time is compressing. Everything I’ve ever perceived and ever will is pushing into itself like an accordion, until it becomes a single, comprehensible axis on a higher plane. <br> <br> I have finally come to the edge, and whether I like or not I’m getting pushed over into a new dimension. I’m aware of my surroundings in the immediate physical realm, but it’s no longer of any concern to me. The world has been rendered insignificant. The universe as I have ever understood it is just one universe. One of many. <br> <br> Now that universe has subsided to a gigantic, rushing, fractal pattern (more specifically, The Mandelbrot Set), in which I can perceive not only our universe, but parallel universes as well. I see every course of action that could have been possibly been taken throughout the history of time. Whether or not that was the course of action that actually was taken is no longer significant, it is simply one manner in which things could have unfolded. In a sense, actions have lost all their weight. I’ve been freed completely from the prison of the present moment. <br> <br> What is action? Why does it matter? I’ll spend the whole night drawing circles with my head if I damn well feel like it. <br> <br> Now there’s no way anyone around me could not know I’m tripping. I see people walk by and stare at me, some give me two thumbs up, some are simply taken aback, and others seem legitimately concerned that a kid so young has gotten so screwed up. <br> <br> A lady comes up to me. I figure her to be in her sixties, certainly of the older crowd that attends an event like this. She’s too old to rave, but here for the concept. She’s an old hippy. I figure her for a Burning Man veteran. Hell, she looks like she could have even lived through the Haight-Ashbury scene. Clearly though, she knows what I’m going through. <br> <br> She speaks to me. “Trpinipg?” <br> <br> Every one of my senses is too warped for me to hear her correctly. I’m sure I have the same look of confusion as the WOAH-shouting candy flipper I encountered earlier that night. <br> <br> “Um…” <br> <br> She speaks again, louder, clearer. “Tripping?” <br> <br> I respond the only way I really can: I giggle. I make a Herculean effort to say “Yes,” or even to just nod, but I can’t. <br> <br> Still, she understands. <br> <br> She smiles. I’ve seen this before, the same smile my neighbor gave me when he heard of my plans to take these ridiculous drugs. The smile that has behind it some incredible telepathic meaning that I wouldn’t want to disgrace by trying to put into words. It’s the smile of shared experience. <br> <br> She clasps her hands over my face. It takes me by surprise, this sensation. <br> <br> “Cold,” she says. “Hands. Cold.” <br> <br> “Yeah, her hands are cold,” I think. <br> <br> By only giving me a few words to link up, she made me create a communicable thought, something I hadn’t done in a long time. She didn’t try to talk me down. She helped me help myself out of my trip. Shit, how long was I gone? Is there any further out to go? And, most importantly, how long until I get stuck out there again? <br> <br> Boy, am I tripping. Thank God I get off on this kind of thing. I knew this would happen. I came prepared. When my head has gone out to play like this, there’s only one sure-fire remedy to keep me engaged. There’s only one thing that will fix me tight onto positive vibrations and never let me let go. Rolls. Thizz. E. Love Speed. It’s all about the Ecstasy, and I brought three of the best pills money can buy around here. But time is running out. I need to get back to camp. I need to pop at least one of those magic little e-bombs in my mouth before I get catapulted back out to the astral plane. <br> <br> I have to find my friends again. It doesn’t take much looking. I tap D on the shoulder. I can tell he’s relieved to see me. <br> <br> “DUDE! Where the hell did you go? I thought we’d lost you. Shit, man, I thought you were dead.” <br> <br> “I might have been.” <br> <br> J-Nug is crunkenly waving his hands in the air. Jersey is all smiles. The acid is still going strong. Prince is already rolling. He dropped when I ate my mushrooms. It’s funny how easy it is to tell when somebody is on a roll. They seem so content, so at peace with themselves and the world. I think to myself, “There’s no way somebody could be that happy for no particular reason unless they were rolling.” <br> <br> Prince is dancing harder than I’ve ever seen him dance before. He’s had a Yellow Puma. Supposedly, they were cut with coke. But when pushers have pills, they’ll always say it’s cut with coke. It sounds much more exotic that way. The fact of the matter is there’s not a whiff of coke in those pills, but certainly some straight amphetamine. As for how much amp there is, only two people know: God and the Chemist. <br> <br> Prince turns to me smiling. Now, there’s a significant difference between a roll smile and a trip smile. A trip smile is akin to the expression I get when I’ve just heard an incredibly bad pun, and softly laughing is the only way to ease the awkward tension that’s thick in the room. A roll smile is more like an elated smirk, a display of absolute understanding usually only seen by those I care about the most, to let people know that I appreciate them for who they are. <br> <br> “THESE PILLS ARE FUCKING SLAPPERS!” <br> <br> Prince tells me what I can already see. <br> <br> “Hell yeah, dude. I need to get back to camp and drop one.” <br> <br> “I’ll come with you. I’m gonna take my molly.” <br> <br> We walk back to camp. <br> <br> “How are the ‘shrooms treating you?” Prince asks. <br> <br> Shit, I can’t think about that now. If I start trying to tell him where my head was just at, there’s a good chance I’d go back there again. There are more pressing matters at hand. <br> <br> “Well, the pot sure made it come on fast.” <br> <br> Prince chuckles, “Yeah.” He pops a capsule of good brown molly that came through town a few months back. We heard later that the chemist said it was pure MDA. And, the chemist is one of two people who would actually know. <br> <br> It’s dark, I can’t see where my hands are going. <br> <br> “What are you looking for?” Prince asks. <br> <br> Hmmm… what am I looking for again? <br> <br> “I’m looking for a, uh…” <br> <br> I keep my drugs inside my big red water bottle, but I can’t for the life of me remember the term “water bottle.” <br> <br> “Shit, I’m looking for a…” <br> <br> Prince is holding a plastic water bottle. I snatch it out of his hands and point to it, and then point to it again. I’m getting in a trance again. I can’t think, I just keep pointing and pointing. Prince is taken aback, watching me and laughing. My mind is going. I can’t lose it again, this close to finding my ecstasy. Shit, I can’t believe I’m about to take more drugs. I keep pointing and Prince keeps laughing. It takes a lot of willpower, but suddenly, there’s a burst of communicative energy. <br> <br> “The word! I’m just trying to think of the next word! My thizz is in one of these….” <br> <br> Suddenly, it comes to me. <br> <br> “WATER BOTTLE! Yeah, that’s what I’m looking for goddammit! A water bottle!” <br> <br> It feels like a great victory to have pulled myself out of the trance. Communication, that’s what it’s all about. <br> <br> Prince has a light and helps me find my bag of pills. They’re so little and adorable. I take them in my palm and shine a light on, admiring the press. Two Blue Rolexes and one Green Puma. The press is clean on them all, with finely detailed logos. <br> <br> Now, I’m someone who does his research before going in on a pill. Pillreports.com, and Ecstasydata.org are lifesavers. All evidence I had access to led me to believe the Rolexes would be very MDxx high (subjective experiences suspected MDA), and I paid top dollar for them. The Green Puma was more akin to Prince’s pill. Good amount of MDMA, good amount of amp. The Puma will be speedy, I figure I’ll save it for last, to really keep me going even after the sun has risen. <br> <br> Shit, I can’t believe I’m about to take more drugs. <br> <br> <br> <br> Sunday, June 20 2010, 12:30 AM <br> <br> I can’t stand the taste of Ecstasy, but it’s necessary. I always chew up my pills, for two reasons. 1) It gives a horrible chemical taste to remind me that I’m putting horrible chemicals in my body. 2) It makes them come on faster. <br> <br> Rolls on their own are ok. I’m in the minority of users in that I don’t do back flips over how fantastic the effects are. I figure I have the same aversion to ecstasy that some people have to cheesecake. It’s too light, too sweet, too rich, and too fluffy. Still, I will never how a person could dislike cheesecake. <br> <br> The problem with rolling is that it will take me to the most incredible places, but give me no clues as to how I got there. It launches me upward, keeps me on top of the highest mountain for three hours, and instantaneously tears me back down. This is when it's easy to crash completely, to lose sight of the beautiful feeling that once seemed so obvious, and come to the conclusion that the only way to get back to that space is to take more ecstasy. This is what can render the experience meaningless. I dance through the comedown. Close my eyes, get some water, shit, do what I need to do, but make sure I keep dancing hard as ever. I need to expel my own energy in order to integrate the ecstasy experience. <br> <br> The full glory of a roll unveils itself when mixed it with hallucinogens. The psychedelics give me the bigger picture needed to grasp the experience as it’s happening. I don’t have to go through the trouble of comprehending a roll after a depressing comedown, you can work to understand the roll and its implications at the peak. There’s this wonderful interplay between the head and the heart when the peaks overlap, the trip’s introspective understanding mixed with the raw emotion intensity of MDMA. The interaction between the drugs is unspeakably beautiful. <br> <br> I always feel a roll come on faster than a trip. For the first twenty minutes, the buzz is nearly imperceptible. I step on the dance floor and it’s business as usual. There’s repetition in dancing. Whether we know it or not, we always get locked in to a similar groove. In ten minutes or so and something strange happens. I'm not even thinking about it, but at some point there was a moment where my inhibitions completely dissolved. My body is moving into spatial dimensions it’s never considered before. I'm feeling the music from the inside outward, and motion has become effortless. <br> <br> The only thing more remarkable than what’s happening to my body is what’s happening to my mind. Insecurities have evaporated. There’s no shame in myself, anything I have to say or do. But the really heavy thing is this sense of obligation to try and bring others to my level. When I see someone, I smile. Not because I'm amused, far from it. I smile because I want people to know that I accept them. I want them to know it’s perfectly ok to be who they are. I want them to know all the things I know. <br> <br> I spaced my Rolexes 30 minutes apart. I’d had my fair share of rolls before, but nothing like that. Nothing that pure. Nothing that clean. That was even better than the best molly I’d ever got in on. Somehow people have been suckered into this notion that molly is more reliable than pills. “Hey, I don’t even fuck with pills maaaan, it’s all about the molly, maaan, you gotta go molly, you gotta go puuuuure.” <br> <br> Fuck that noise. If you think what you get is pure because it’s in the form of a nondescript white powder, then I don’t even know where your head’s at. Even if it’s got that nice brown tinge, how do you really know what you’re getting? At least with pills there are online resources, places where you can get a good idea what’s going in your system before you get in on a batch. <br> <br> And the Rolexes were a helluva batch. Incredibly MDA high. No wonder I got charged extra. <br> <br> Something funny happened to me over that roll, something that’s never happened to me before. There’s a gap in my memory. People frequently drink to the point of blacking out, but I’ve never come close to the experience myself. This was the first time anything like that happened to me. But I wouldn’t call it a black out; I’d call it a white out. <br> <br> 1:00 to 4:00 AM that morning must have been an experience unlike any other. That was it, that was the Jedi Flip. The ‘shrooms and the X synced up perfectly. It was essentially a Hippy Flip superimposed on the latter half of an acid trip. There are only bits and pieces of it I can recall, but they’re permanently carved into my mind like beautiful portraits, scenes from the best movie never made. <br> <br> I recall at one point I was raving up front by the stage and the mixer and the turntables. A man with a cowboy hat leaned in towards me. <br> <br> “Why don’t you jump up there?” he said, pointing to a spot on the stage right in front of the speaker cabinets. <br> <br> I couldn’t tell whether he was joking or serious. <br> <br> “Go on,” he said, grinning. “Dance your little heart out.” <br> <br> “Yeah,” I thought, “why don’t I jump up there? Who’s to make me stay down here anyway?” <br> <br> I leapt up and turned around to face the crowd, pointing upward, beating my arms in frantic circles to the beat as the kick drum boomed. People appreciate any such show of energy, I think. People gathered around and threw their arms up like mine. The man in the cowboy hat was jumping up and down, screaming, cheering, eyes rolling up into his head. He was elated, I think, by the fact that his idea had been acted on. It didn’t matter who had done the acting. <br> <br> It wasn’t long though before a crew member pulled me down. “We can’t let you stay up there. It’s a safety hazard, for you and our equipment.” <br> <br> “Makes sense,” I said. I was, after all, on some very unpredictable substances. <br> <br> He acted like he didn’t want to have pulled me down. “Do you want a cigarette?” he offered, in consolation. <br> <br> “No thanks.” I told him. <br> <br> “Well… You gotta light?” <br> <br> I reached in my pocket and flicked my bic. I held it up to the cigarette dangling from his mouth and the flame danced and flickered in the wind. He sucked the smoke in like it was soda through a straw, his jaw slowly lowering to create suction. The cherry flared up and the end of the stick was glowing. It always amazes me how easy cigarettes light. It’s all the chemicals they treat it with to make it burn even. <br> <br> He exhaled and gave me a nod as if to say “You’re alright,” before I went back on the dance floor. He had long silvery hair and spoke with a thick English accent. He must have been there with Meat Katie: a breaks DJ, a Londoner, and the headliner of the festival. I had been psyching myself up for Meat Katie’s set. <br> <br> Problem is, I do not recall Meat Katie at all. He was playing at the height of my Jedi Flip. It trips me out that I can recall a small encounter with a crew member vividly, but I can’t even picture Meat Katie’s face when he was the one making me dance for hours on end. There’s a lot of things I don’t remember. I’m sure I was dancing the whole time, though. <br> <br> Several months later I went to a friend’s house to smoke hookah while his parents were out of town, and the 21 year old “house sitter” was throwing a party there. I walked into the living room where there were all these young adults sitting around and playing drinking games when suddenly one screamed out, “DUDE! I HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU!” I looked over my shoulders, was this motherfucker really talking to me? I don’t even know this guy. Maybe he’s just drunk. But he leapt up, whipped out his camera, and handed it to me. <br> <br> Sure enough there I was, Jedi Flipping. I was drenched in sweat. Every part of my body looked like it was caught midstream in some heinously intense motion. My eyes were closed, and every muscle on my face was tensed up in pleasure. Apparently that’s just how I look when every motion I make brings orgasmic sensations through my entire body. Apparently that’s how I act when every pore of my skin is ejaculating the pure light of God. Apparently that’s what makes me white out. Apparently that’s the kind of thing that total strangers find picture worthy. <br> <br> And to think, if I hadn’t been wearing that same oversized American flag shirt, he wouldn’t have recognized me at all. <br> <br> <br> Sunday, June 20 2010, 4:00 AM <br> <br> “We’re gonna go to sleep.” <br> <br> All my friends are calling it quits. I don’t blame any of them. J-Nug and D have been running solely on alcohol and cannabis, neither of which are exactly known to keep people awake. Jersey’s trip is done, and Prince is in the throes of an X crash. <br> <br> My pills are wearing off too, but I knew that would happen. That’s why I came prepared. The Green Puma will do me nicely. My reservoir of natural energy has been fully tapped, but with enough amphetamines in my system I won’t notice the difference. I better chew it up now. If I sync up the come-up of one roll with the comedown of another, the transition is very smooth. At this point, the feelings of a crash must be avoided at all costs. Sometimes I can’t recover from a thing like that. I reach in my pocket watch pocket and put the e-bomb on my tongue. <br> <br> There it is. There’s the bitter taste. There’s the chemistry working. I’ve bought myself three more hours in the zone and I should make them count. I’m on the tail-end of the mushroom trip, and there’s a minor but still perceptible afterglow from the LSD. But there were a few hours there where it was all overlapping. The ‘cid, the ‘shrooms, and the X all piled on top of one another to from this otherworldly trifecta of pure psychedelically indulged bliss. I guess that makes me a Jedi now. <br> <br> But what in God’s name drives a person to do a thing like that? I’ve taken these three powerful allies and used them in such an indulgent, hedonistic fashion. The LSD and the Mushrooms together were the kind of experience that could drive you completely off your skull. And what was my remedy for that… taking more drugs? Maybe this isn’t even drug use any more. Maybe this is abuse. Am I doing this for personal growth anymore? Have I been using these drugs for so long as a mere escape from reality? If that’s so, then what makes me better than an alcoholic, a coke fiend, a popper or a junkie? <br> <br> Maybe they’re right, those people who seem so concerned about my habits. Those people who insist I have a drug problem. Those people at parties who always tell me that what I do is “bad for my brain” while I can smell the alcohol on my breath. Those people who insist that tripping will cause some incurable mental disorder. Those people who doubt that I’m in control. <br> <br> It puts me in a bad mood to see people talk like that. It’s so often that when they say it, they have such a genuine look of concern on their face that I can barely stand to look at. I can’t bear that they’re that concerned. Furthermore, I can’t bear that they’re that concerned about me. And most of all, I can’t bear that they’re that concerned about me for no good reason at all. It used to be I’d try to spit statistics at people, explain to them how scientifically safe these things are for my brain, especially in comparison to their substances of choice. But anymore I’ve given that up. I just let them feel sorry for me. If it helps them feel better about themselves, then I guess there’s no harm done. <br> <br> But when I take one look around me, at everyone still thizzin’ at 4 AM and dancing their asses off, I can see that same look of concern all around me. I see water jugs being passed around communally, everyone concerned with the level of collective hydration. I see everyone smiling, concerned to let others know that everything is all right. I see people concerned with the happiness of themselves and all around them. And when I see things like this, there’s nothing better than the underlying feeling that I’m a part of something good, some incredible positive vibration that we’re somehow all spinning around on. There’s nothing better than to think about all those people who are worried about me, and to understand they’re concerned, fundamentally, out of love. There’s nothing better than to know that there’s people who care that much. But, most of all, there’s nothing to better than to know that those people are wrong. Am I out of control? Fuck no, I’m a goddamn Jedi. That’s as in control as it gets. <br> <br> By 7 AM, the mushrooms had certainly worn off. The acid had subsided hours before. My roll was coming to an end as abruptly as the music was going to. There were only ten other freaks left in the dome. One look at any of us and you’d know that we all had lost our minds at one point or another during the course of the night. How else could we think that dancing to 160 BPM psy-trance after pulling an all-nighter was a reasonable investment of energy? As the final hits of the music faded away, one girl among us rounded us all up, had us lock arms and do a circular Russian dance in one final act of celebration. <br> <br> “WE MADE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT! WE MADE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT!” <br> <br> I looked down at my feet as I stumbled out of the dome and onto the dirt. My body was done. It was time to crash. It felt like a Herculean effort to keep my eyes open, or to even stand up. It was hard to stop from collapsing right there on the spot. Off in the distance, somebody was watching me in my stupor, laughing at the sight. As I approached, I made the figure out more clearly. It was my neighbor. <br> <br> I was drenched in sweat when I walked past him, giving him the slightest nod I could afford. He slapped me firmly on the back as I passed. He still had it. That same smile. If a picture can say as much as a thousand words, that smile can say as much as a thousand pictures. I’d seen it on the old hippie woman, pulling me out of hyperspace, I’d seen it on dozens of dedicated dancers, completely loaded on X in the wee hours, and I’d seen it on this same man the previous evening, when he learned of the insanity I planned to embark on. It was the smile of shared experience. <br> <br> “What’s up, Obi-Wan?”<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 86863</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 18, 2011</td><td>Views: 130,054</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=86863&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=86863&format=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) : Glowing Experiences (4), 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">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">  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">1 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis - Hash</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Prior entheogen experience: modest– 3x LSD, 15x Psilocybin mushrooms, 1x Ketamine, 1x N,N-DMT (breakthrough), 5xN,N-DMT (sub-breakthrough, still strongly visual), 3x Ayahuasca, 12x MDMA, 1x Mescaline cactus, 1x 2C-B, 4x Salvia <br> <br> Rx meds: mesalamine (timed release); OTC: multivitamin, 5-HTP (100mg/day for the past 8 days: safety measure from the previous week’s MDMA experience), various micronutrients, glucosamine sulfate <br> <br> Worldview: in flux; years of mostly-materialist agnosticism beginning to feel stale/insufficient. “Out like a light” view of death fading in certainty, more interest in cosmology and new views of the structure of reality. Background in Zen meditation (simple awareness practice without theological components) with a strong intellectual and intermediate visceral appreciation for “oneness” and the unreality of ego-separation, roughly intermediate student level of practice experience. <br> <br> Set: Intensely curious with mild apprehension and recent sorrow. The month prior included some unraveling of my recent first experience with smoked N,N-DMT and its worldshattering mysteries. I broke through at the first attempt and despite a great deal of prior reading was completely unprepared for its sheer intensity. This seems to be somewhat par for the course, and having returned fully intact, energized and fascinated by the palpably living quality of our shared/unified reality I was excited to take an LSD tryp with an exploratory purpose – to set my spiritual eye on fire and apprehend some hidden aspects of my own psyche and our universe. I had worked meditatively and introspectively to integrate the DMT bizarreness as fully as I felt able and now it was time for a new lens to continue that work and acquire/generate additional insight. The time was chosen carefully; my work is demanding – requiring focus and rapid processing while multitasking and I didn’t want any “out of phase” period afterwards compromising my obligations or adding pressure to the experience itself. <br> <br> As the chosen week drew nearer, a piece of shocking news came: a good friend of mine from graduate school had taken his own life – a gentle person whose gruffness was transparently defensive and easily dissolved, a good man with a strong mind and exceptional ability to see value in others. May his transformation be blessed. I gave the next several days over to mourning. After the highest waves of sadness had broken and the day chosen for the tryp was at hand, my first instinct was the protective brain’s reminder: “a recent emotional upheaval is a dangerous time for strong entheogens”. Good advice, generally speaking. But this was also a time of great joy: my upcoming engagement to L, a new family (hers) giving genuine love and acceptance, and being reunited with a sibling and family after years of living far apart. I sat with the conflicting possibilities and came to feel that in a time of huge change, an earnestly sought spiritual voyage could have strong healing and connecting power. I discussed this with my partner, L, and she agreed that it felt right. It was to be her first encounter with LSD and my fourth; I last took LSD roughly 4 years ago. <br> <br> Setting: Outdoors in a relatively secluded city neighborhood park and in our apartment, decorated and arranged by L in a nest-like configuration with soft comforters, pillows, and drapings, all with rich colors and patterns. Gorgeous day, temperate with abundant sun and a light breeze. <br> <br> Materials: 3 “double” hits of blotter LSD (which seems to be a reasonably accurate estimate based on past experiences; he said 150 ug/hit was the potency) obtained from a friend with high standards, 14 8g cartridges of Nitrous Oxide with dispenser unit, and some “bubble” hashish from the same friend. <br> <br> Procedure: <br> T+0:00: Having returned from family visiting, L and I take the LSD – 2 double hits for me, 1 for her. She wants a moderately visual experience with most of her rationality intact, not a bad way to get familiar with a very new molecule. We clean ourselves and tidy our space while we await the first effects. <br> <br> T+0:30: Unmistakable body sensations reach a point of balance, buzzing and humming feeling of energetic activation, subtle deepening of colors. We sit on the couch leaning against one another and pick through some music, settling on Van Morrison for the sweetness and slightly hilarious vocal affectations. <br> <br> T+1:00: I stand to go to the bathroom, feeling different, more careful and aware of my movements. Enter the bathroom, check eyes: pretty wide, about 70% dilated. Watching my arms as I urinate I notice dark patterns weaving themselves across my skin. I remain in the bathroom for several extra minutes watching the interplay of symbols: they are large, spanning several inches each and connect and flow into each other. I am shirtless so I look in the mirror to see them spread onto my chest, up my neck and into my face. They are power symbols, reflecting my duty and capacity for healing and teaching (I am a doctor so this directly addresses one of my primary life missions). I return and tell L a bit about what I’m seeing as her tryp is slower to arrive, hoping this strong positivity will calm her mild anxiety and beneficially influence her experience. She is glad for me. <br> <br> T+1:30: L suggests we head outside as the daylight is just starting to fade and we had planned to experience full daylight, sunset, and darkness during our experience. We walk slowly to the nearby park, delayed by my periodic desire to admire the wonderful array of plants our neighborhood offers: old trees, huge flowering bushes, grass and clover, etc. The plants rhythmically move and sway before me (not moved by wind) and seem to vibrate. <br> <br> T+1:45: We succeed in our 5-block walk and arrive at the park. One end has families and dogs; I am drawn to their vividly living presences but know better than to allow myself to be seen in this mode of being. Brief reflections on the sad cultural state that demonizes such a useful, meaningful tool and leads us to mistrust strangers in general. We walk to a quiet corner and lay out a blanket to rest on. Looking up at the sky, the clouds form growing skeleton-pinwheel shapes that emanate outwards and dissipate in the glowing blue background. Lightly colored transparent beams connect like widely spaced latitude and longitude markings. Imagining the impossible distances beyond that blueness is exciting but taxing to the brain in this slightly fuzzy headspace. We remain until sunset; I am enthralled by the play of colors, especially the aliveness of the firey pinks and reds. L is somewhat disappointed in the lack of a stronger visual component; I feel responsible as the more experienced person for having helped her to choose a dose that may have been too low, but her occasional difficulties with depression have made me very cautious and protective of her mental well-being and I try to gently remind her of this need for safe experimentation. <br> <br> T+2:30: We return home and L immediately suggests changing the living room into a more nest-like configuration. She is feeling ancient, primal energies and wants to encourage them to unfold within her. I help at first but her eye is keener and each layout choice has a purpose that is much more hers than mine. I retreat to the nearby couch and page through a recently-acquired copy of Alex Grey’s “Transfigurations”. The “Psychic Energy System” painting is especially alive for me now, with radiant electricity emanating from the body surface and lines of intertwining life-energy suffusing its internal structures. I feel rapturously grateful to share this precise and delicate anatomy and picture my various bodily systems fully enmeshed, working with and for one another, perhaps feeding and interacting with phenomena we have only minimally understood as a species. <br> <br> T+3:00: Nest complete, we remove most of our clothing- the freedom is wonderful. We lie upon the soft space L has created and turn most of the electric lights off in favor of large candles. I initially question the wisdom of open flames but we give it a try and it turns out beautifully. The half-dimness increases the intensity of the bright, patterned visuals and prompts me to close my eyes in earnest. I am lost in a sea of intricate, bright geometric patterns that spin, twirl, and re-arrange themselves rapidly. The detail is exquisite and so small that I can barely make out the finest shapes within shapes. L and I experiment with various cuddling/relaxing positions and each brings its own body-taste-feeling. L suggests playing a recording of an accompanied female chanting – many “Om” syllables with a tone of protection and purification. I am mildly dubious but each of L’s decisions so far has been just perfect for the experience and so I agree. I reflect that she is very patient to conduct these negotiations with me when she has had such clearly brilliant ideas. The chanting is perfect: the right frequencies, the right volume, the right mix of words and power-sounds, and a new type of sacred feeling permeates our space. <br> <br> T+4:00: Visuals intensify, with closed eye patterns becoming a sea of interlocking blue and yellow and green and white eyes. I can’t help but feel that this is a response to having recently encountered Alex Grey’s work and as I have this thought the eyes catch fire and move upward, upward to congeal into a radiant crystal unfolding and vibrating with shifting colors and light. It feels as though the crystal has many, many projections into other states/people/dimensions (this characterizes the primary closed-eye visual theme for the rest of the tryp, with many variations). I feel deep self-love at finding such a beautiful image in my mind and this love transforms into a love for the cosmic reality that has manifested itself in my temporary form/container. I share a few of these thoughts with L and she provides lovely reflections mixed with her own insight and experience of reality. I look at L’s mostly nude body and experience a renewed appreciation for its perfect assembly of shapes and lines, textures and depths. I share in the sense of primal power and perfect structure when I look at my own body, contracting muscles to watch tendons slide, tracing veins and feeling the pulse of my arteries, all imbued with sacred symbolic pattern-images. <br> <br> T+4:30: L has been very quiet for some minutes, eyes closed with an appearance of serene introspection. She begins to cry gently and softly, mostly with silent tears and the occasional more forceful exhalation. I take her hand tentatively and she responds with firmer pressure, communicating that she is alright, that the things she feels are handleable and for her. Her eyes open and we embrace. She has explored some difficult inner places and found her own strength, resilience, and power-qualities: love, drive, passion, cheerfulness, supportiveness. She is joyous. I feel the time has come to add some nitrous oxide to the tryp; having only once combined it with a “true” entheogen (psilocybin mushrooms) I am very excited to see what LSD will unfold into with this unique potentiator applied. I explain a bit to L about my experience with the combination, gently remind of the need to go slowly at first, and make the preparations. Two cartridges are released into the machine and I sip at first, then inhale deeply as the first rising vibrations are felt as safe and pleasurable. Visual patterning is brighter with open eyes and assumes a more melting/flowing/exploding character. I finish the container and close my eyes with my breath held for about 20 seconds. As I exhale, the intensity continues to build and multiply and I am spiral-sucked into BEING the patterns I see. I taste-feel new extra-corporeal aspects of myself unfolding into unseen realms and churn-blossom into a multi-consciousness shared being, our tendrils embracing with an alien-tinged love anything we can envelop. Collectiveness becomes unity and a certainty that there is only IT and I am a container for a small piece of IT for a small time. There are small fleeting worries of “is this too much?” but I can pull back slightly or push forward into it, like a well trained muscle being contracted and relaxed. This lasts for maybe 10 minutes and variants of this metamorphosis accompany my subsequent inhalations. <br> <br> T+5:00: L decides she would like to add some nitrous oxide to see if her mild visual effects might intensify. She sips first also but immediately feels ready for more and more, finishing the two-cartridge dose quickly, then lying back. After her exhalation, she arches further backward, not straining but close. Her expression remains calm and deeply aware so I have no concerns for her well-being. Her eyes remain closed for a time and when she opens them she describes what she has seen: a bright, multicolored shifting Celtic-type-knot patterned rope twisting upward toward a glowing white light, pulling her towards its radiant center with near orgasmic intensity of connectedness. Her energy is palpably sacred and deeply respectful and my love for her flares at her capacity to experience such profound connection. She immediately begins tidying and organizing the used canisters which we have scattered throughout our nest. She does this with reverence and no sense of external obligation. As she does so, she explains what she has learned: that the combination of nitrous with an entheogen is its true purpose, that to use it recreationally as we have (albeit infrequently) is too far from its full potential to signify appropriate respect. I am struck by the truth of her words and wholeheartedly commit to this new place for a substance I had once used with relative frivolity. She makes a small altar for the dispenser and unused containers and gently enfolds the expended ones in a soft cloth. We continue to talk and share our feelings and thoughts about reality, the nature of ourselves, the meaning of each other in our lives, and what our passing from this life might entail. Again and again I am awed at the depth of intelligence, wisdom, contemplation and feeling in this fellow-human, my sweet-spirited love-partner. <br> <br> T+6:30: I am so thoroughly engaged by the process of writing, drawing, creating that I can think of little else. My pen is carving into the paper and the ink looks like sheer blackness of the void, dripping around my lines and bleeding slightly through where I let the point linger. It is breathtaking. <br> <br> T+7:30: L feels the true end of her experience drawing near and requests some valium to help smooth the comedown. I am on it – quickly rushing to obtain and share anything she would like to have. I fail to consider at this point that I am still in full peak and very much want her company for the rest of that intense time. This will dawn on me about 30 minutes later when she begins to exhibit signs of fatigue. At this stage we conduct a brief but immensely powerful death-ritual for my deceased friend. I share and visualize/channel his many admirable qualities, speculate on the lack of self-created meaning that may have contributed to his self-caused end, and affirm my promise to positively connect with and nurture as many living beings as I can. <br> <br> T+8:00: L is visibly fading and with the dimming light of her consciousness comes a strange pang of fear at being alone for what I anticipate will be 4-6 hours of strong tryp. Especially having just invoked the strong concepts of death by suicide and the difficult memories of such a recently lost friend. I am fully in control of my linguistic faculties so I’m able to emphatically but respectfully request that she summon her full energies, overcome the benzodiazepine avalanche, and stay with me through the coming hours. I see the expected emotions play across her features: concern, annoyance, fatigue, deliberation, and finally resolution. She will try but cannot promise. This is not initially comforting, as I feel the possibility of her involuntarily leaving me for the sleep realm as something neither of us can fully control. I thank her for her intention and take several minutes to sit silently, eyes closed. I feel the fear balloon, crystallize, and I simply surrender to the experience, witnessing it and my thoughts in the manner of quiet awareness practice. This gradually allows the stronger fear to pass although L’s drooping eyes and slumping posture bring some recurrence of anxiety from time to time. I offer a compromise by taking 3mg of valium and a long draw of hashish smoke to try and bring on sleep earlier, knowing inwardly that it will make no difference when my senses are so fully ignited. If anything, the hashish minimally increases and subtly alters the tryp, perhaps adding an edge of slight unease. I try to engage her in conversation which is limitedly successful until, after a second emphatic request to truly awaken if she possibly can, some inner decision is fully made in her mind and it’s like a light is switched back on. We converse in the intensely meaningful ways we had been earlier, talking about her recent outdoor experiences, the friends she made there, the skills and lessons she learned. I am again enthralled by her wisdom and sense of purpose. A light is kindled in me as well and my tryp reclaims its uninhibited, joyous character. <br> <br> T+8:45: L suggests a ritual bath as a tool of purification and self-discovery, mentioning that it has been useful for her in the past, with no entheogens required. She asks me to choose a color that symbolizes or evokes a meaning for me. I consider for a few minutes, then choose Green. She suggests I prepare the bathroom by arranging its contents in a deliberate way while she assembles items that I can choose from to comprise the bath. She informs me that her role will be a silent one as I make these choices. While I perform the basic setup with a bright green towel in front of the tub, clearing counter space and neatening, providing symmetry and cleanliness, she places items just outside the door’s threshold. She has brought me a large leaf-cluster with a hexagonal inner structure, clusters of small flowers from our earlier nest, a large thin leaf like an oversized quill, a large sprig of fern, two ornamental trays of candles, two eggs from a friend’s yard-chickens, vessels with coarse salt and olive oil, a tall empty vessel, and the altar holding the nitrous dispenser and two cartridges. She sits nude with legs folded underneath her as I spend about 20 minutes choosing from the items and laying them out in a way that attempts to symbolize self-healing, self-knowledge, erosion of fear by direct engagement, and the sanctity of life [some of my arrangement was simply instinctual with the meanings overlaid later; L affirms this strategy as an important feature of many symbolic events]. Tonight is my first experience with self-created ritual and it is immensely assuring and empowering so far. L draws the water while I fill the tall empty vessel partially full of red wine and place it last, within reach of the tub. <br> <br> T+9:15: I enter the tub, L watching me silently with love and respect as I arrange myself in a position of aware-uprightness balanced with reclining comfort. I am radiantly grateful to her for working so hard to overcome exhaustion and then rebounding into such an awake, teacher-guide state of consciousness. The water feels electric and soothing at once and I experience waves of symbol-meaning as L places the items I have arranged one by one into the tub with me, saving the coarse salt and olive oil for next-to-last. As the globules of oil shimmer and shift in my visual field, she offers me an egg. I take it, marveling at its structural perfection as it withstands my grip, only breaking after I use my thumb to snap a hole into its domed top. I see/feel a living, congealed mass, slip from the broken shell whose crystalline fracture patterns are a lesson encapsulated. The mass at first leads me to see/feel an early-stage embryo sliding through my fingers but I am not disgusted or afraid of this possible truth, simply awed. As it drops into the tub with me I see it is only yolk and let it fall into the hexagonal space at the center of the floating leaf-cluster. L leaves quietly as I contemplate this combination of intricately formed natural elements, pieces of beings so like and unlike myself. <br> <br> T+9:45: I pour 1/3 of the red wine into the tub, watching the red billows spread downward with a frantic twisting and emanating movement that the LSD creates. Here I make a sign of consecration, fill the nitrous container with the two cartridges and respectfully inhale as deeply as I can. My visual field assumes blue-grey and deep brown color tones with twisting brown stripes forming on the walls, bathroom fixtures, and tub in front of me. These interleave and vibrate furiously but with passion, no malevolence. I close my eyes and feel my inner space open, allowing me to make contact with parts of my body-self, especially the distributed mysterious nexus-network of the immune system. For me this is intensely meaningful, not least because I have an immunological disorder that causes the body to destroy its own tissues in painful and potentially dangerous ways. I have chosen a relatively inactive period of the disease to conduct this journey but it’s always there, and I realize in that moment that it is the source of my earlier fear, a part of myself that literally attacks the rest, an ever-present reminder of my own inevitable death and the potential for much suffering. <br> <br> I pour the rest of the wine into the tub and willingly embrace that my own blood too will flow out from me if my body wills it so. I shed tears of gratitude and forgiveness as I drain the water, rubbing the essences of the different sacramental items into my skin, feeling the areas and organs worst affected by the disease and forgiving them for the pain I have felt from/through them, thanking them for holding out and continuing to function, blessing them for the time when they can no longer work as they have. <br> <br> T+10:30: I rinse with a brief shower and dry off, thanking L again for helping to prepare and guide me to such a helpful and meaningful experience. I share the source of my earlier fear and welcome her decision to sleep when it is time. She wants my company and I decide that although I have no capacity for sleep I will stay with her in bed, trypping fiercely in the dark as a test of my newfound courage. She invites me to share one or two more insights from the bath before she sleeps and again I am struck by her compassion and selflessness. She is usually in bed by 9 pm and it is now close to 5 am. She falls asleep as I give her soft touches - small recompense for her immense gifts to me, and to allow myself the comfort of physically connecting with her once more. I feel her pass into unconsciousness and delve into my solitary space knowing that my own decomposition/death is the fear-point and allowing the imagery to reflect that. I see electric bones connected to gossamer wires, twisting and distorting but I feel calm. I turn, eyes open, to look at L’s face and in the darkness I see her forehead crumble away, showing skull then brain, then deep in the brain a blue starlike geometric center, radiating and pulsing softly. It is an intense thing to see but not unpleasant and I expel another burst of gratitude for the hard-won ability to watch quietly and for such a wonderful companion. <br> <br> T+10:45: The next 5-6 hours are spent admiring the crystalline closed eye visuals, shimmering eyes multiplying and layering, movement through pulsing geometric landscapes, feeling open to vastness. There are brief lapses into sleep, 20-30 minutes at a time but largely my awareness remains sharp. <br> <br> T+17:00: Awake from a brief sleep-period and prepare for the day. We had planned to meet some friends for a bike ride and although L and I gave ourselves the option to withdraw I feel so energized and desirous of seeing them that I throw myself into preparation. Before long though I am compelled to draw, with ink and paper, some of the more important stylistic/thematic elements of last night’s visual experiences. It is difficult, as I’m not a practiced artist and have very poor penmanship even, but I concentrate and none of my pen-strokes prove to be wrong. I shed a tear or two as I recall the significance and dedicate this first act of visual-art creation in many years to the distributed essence of my deceased friend. I resume packing up bike gear and find L awake, surprising given her brief opportunity for sleep. She wants to join in on the ride which brings elation and thanks for her continued perseverance and sense of intentional togetherness – she has been through a lot and keeps on going for both of us. <br> <br> I defecate for the first time since the initial hour of the tryp and notice blood. It is an unusual but not unheard of symptom for this level of disease activity and I am grateful for the lack of pain. The bodily self-forgiveness I felt and extended last night remains as I interact with these somewhat-difficult quirks. It is possible the increased activation of my sympathetic nervous system by LSD is the cause of this trouble, but just disrupting the circadian rhythm can exacerbate it, as can emotional stress of the kind I’ve been processing for the past near-week. [Symptoms abated shortly after this episode and remained mostly inactive thereafter; no true flare-up was triggered] <br> <br> L suggests I consider decorating myself in some way to consecrate the ending stage of the tryp. I still have closed-eye visuals and so I perform a brief nitrous ritual which brings back a heightened sense of sacredness and open eye patterning with slithering, spinning light/dark-circles roaring to life for 10 or so minutes while I decide how to adorn myself. I end up with the fern sprig tucked behind my left ear and two mud-symbols painted on my bare chest and left arm, made from nearby yard-dirt mixed with leftover olive oil and fresh water. I feel power and mercy coursing through my whole being as we finish preparing and leave to meet our friends. [I gave serious consideration to the safety factors involved with a bike ride in my post-tryp state; reflexes and balance felt completely unaffected and my mental clarity was similarly unfazed. I found myself being a bit more cautious than usual, if anything]. All my senses feel heightened and colors remain a bit richer than usual, although on a bright and gorgeous day it can be hard to differentiate. CEVs remain minimally present for another 4 hours. I thank everyone quietly for their presence in my life and feel like a better listener than usual. I have the opportunity to pet two beautiful dogs which I would not always choose to do, but am now thrilled with, feeling their gentle animal spirits that hold such mixed seriousness and silliness, much like myself and all of us. <br> <br> Blessings to you all, we are one.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 91993</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 30, 2011</td><td>Views: 33,002</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=91993&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=91993&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40), Cannabis - Hash (93), Pharms - Diazepam (115) : General (1), Combinations (3), Nature / Outdoors (23), Music Discussion (22), Entities / Beings (37), Guides / Sitters (39), Relationships (44), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" 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 --> SET. <br> <br> I'm 23, male and for the last two years I have used NLP, meditation, eastern philosophies and other Psychoactives (MDMA, MDA, amphetamines, Weed, Datura, LSA, Salvia) to reprogram myself into an INFP Personality type (Introverted iNtuitive Feeler Perceiver). <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Note: I have also had experienced short outburst of endogenous DMT releases in which I have not been able to completely let go due to intensity of the onset, unexpectedness and totally randomness (during sleep) and the fear/panic it brought about. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> On my way back from the little park where I've bought the acid the world had a fairytale, fantasy-like quality about it. The neighborhood was well known to me and, until now, I had perceived it as a pretty grim city dwelling. There were a lot of children this time and all the people seemed much happier than usual. On the subway ride I witnessed a beautiful scene. A complete stranger gave a red airplane model to one of the children present. The child was totally beaming with joy and started running around playing with his new airplane while his mother was 'pretending' to calm him down. The palm trees that were being planted a few days ago in the intersection were sparkling with electric led lights while the sun was just setting and imbuing the scene with a faded mellow orange light. It was as if the impending acid trip was also reverberating back in time. Keep in mind that the blotter paper was still in my pocket. <br> <br> SETTING <br> <br> Props: <br> <br> - Hypnosis - Richard Bandler, Neurosonics personal enhancement series. <br> <br> - Shpoongle <br> <br> - The 'noble eightfold path' ring from a Tibetan monk (impromptu) <br> <br> - Samadhi Meditation (as a long term practice) <br> <br> The day in question I've eaten only a few morsels of rice and some fruits. I wasn't planning to keep a strict diet because I've only found out that I'll get the acid later in the evening. It just felt right to eat light. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Note: Although, intuitively I knew something big is about to go down that day due to one of the spontaneous DMT releases during the night before. I managed to get past the 'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!' and let go to the point where I thought the second chakra (Swadhisthana) got activated and I experienced an enormous flow of energy that seemed to come from the very source of the universe, like a zero point energy field, traveling continuously from the chakra trough two prana channels coiled on eachother around my spine to my head which was in a ecstatic spaciousness of the mind. Soon, when the fist thought made its presence, everything went back to normal and I woke up sweating. Yet, my consciousness had a very, very sharp quality about it. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Once home, I made a playlist with shpoonge albums 'Tales of the inexpressible' and 'Nothing lasts'. I took a shower, clipped my nails, cleaned the place, took out the trash and then meditated for about half an hour while shpoonge was still on. When I felt everything was calm, peaceful and the smile that usually comes up by itself while meditating made it's presence I used the I Ching to determine whether I should take half or all the LSD blotter and reached the conclusion that half is the wisest and the most fortuitous choice. <br> <br> ONSET <br> <br> After I ate the spec of paper, which was bitterish, I munched down two slices of lemon and I went back to meditation while still listening to shpongle. I don't really now how long it took to fully come on because the music was like 'OMFG!! WTF IS THAT PLACE? OAAAAW... WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS?!' I don't know how they came up with this kind of music or what they had put in, but listening to it while tripping on acid is one of the most beautiful experiences on this planet. If I were to put it in a metaphor of sorts, it's like snorting cocaine and jumping of an airplane at night withought a parachute while there's an outstanding fractal-like, kaleidoscopic fireworks spectacle all around and all the mythical creatures ever invented by the human psyche are there partying down like it's their last day on earth. <br> <br> DEEP PSYCHOINTEGRATIVE WORK <br> <br> The next step in the structure of the trip I had laid out (at the advice of Strassman's 'Preparing for the Journey' chapter in 'Inner Pats to Outer Space') was an integrative hypnosis session. I used for that Richard Bandler's 'Neurosonics' recordings. I chose to be brief here due to the nature of the experiences being of high personal value, unique to every individual, and probably completely meaningless to whomever would be reading this. Needless to say, after I've worked trough all the psychological dissonances (and I'm quite sure I've got them all) I have met the deepest part of my unconscious. And boy is it powerful! At first it has presented itself to me as intense, almost unbearable, undefined feelings that took form of 7 dragons: Purple, Blue, Red, Green, White, Black and Gold. <br> <br> After a display of immense power, beauty and perfection at which point I was absolutely awed, intrigued, respectful and scared shitless at the same time, they all bowed down in front of me and said in an empathic caring and divine reverberating voice: 'We are your friends.' I’ve talked with each and everyone of them and understood, why, how they are and what their purpose is in my personality. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Note: although I “talked” with them, I can't say they were sentient entities as one is supposed to meet on a high dose DMT trip, I wouldn't know about that cause I have yet to undergo the triptamine ordeal :D. Basically they are parts of myself. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> After the 'interviews' I felt/realized that something had to be changed. More precisely that the Purple and Blue dragons are actually supposed to be one, not separated entities. And they complied merging with eachother like a high complexity multidimensional puzzle becoming itself and forming the Blue-Purple dragon of magic sexuality intuitive extrovertedness. Also the Black and Gold dragons weren't very happy either because one was missing the qualities of the other and vice versa. So I also merged them into the Gold-Black dragon of apprehensive determinative practical clarity. The Red is in charge of destroying what is no longer needed. The Green takes care of growing new structures and those two have a feminine quality complementary to the masculinity of the other dragons. The White dragon is the wise overseer. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Note: Keep in mind that language is a very poor perceptual-cognitive-symbolic instrument for describing what actually took place and the actual experience is in itself a far more competent direct-intuitive-non-local tool. In other words, language is so lame that I'm asking myself what's the point of writing this. Anyways, I do it because I've promised myself I'll do it. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> REALITY and PERCEPTION <br> <br> Suddenly my body started conveying an unquestionable message of hunger as in 'Look, that's beautiful and all but you really need to eat right now!' Not with words but a kind of undeniable knowing/feeling. At this point I opened my eyes. <br> <br> Although the lighting was minimal the walls and the objects around me, including my body, were flashing bright, vibrating, and undulating. Moving felt extremely pleasurable and I was two feet off the ground. The coordination of movement was much more precise then the similar, lesser, kind of coordination I experience on MDMA and amphetamines. And suddenly I saw the house plants, moving, vibrating, ALIVE and AWARE of my presence. This made me blissful and I realized there is a very big difference between the intellectual knowledge (i.e. of plants being alive) and the actual underlying subjective understanding of their aliveness. Generalizing, all the knowledge in the whole world, all the books, written and spoken information is just junk compared to the direct experience itself. I went immediately to the balcony and looked at the trees. They also were subtly moving, “alive-ing” and actually communicating with each other. I waved hello. They waved back in their own way and they seemed happy that I was actually understanding them. <br> <br> Back to the fridge to eat some fruits. This is were shit gets really interesting. The perfection of the apple that I was holding in my hand made me understand that through the fact that I was perceiving it, I was actually bringing it into being. The moment I took a bite, a tremendous fear engulfed me. And a brief thought went by as fast as light “Aw shit, I’m dieing!” But there was too late to do anything about it, I've already done it. The whole sensorium of hearing the crackling of the apple, the taste, the smell, the holding, the sight, they all sinestesicaly combined and I WAS THE FUCKING APPLE! There was no me, just a process of 'apple-ing'. A few years back I had eaten the best peach ever while I was on E. I actually had no idea, at that time, what that really meant... After this, I also have the memory of eating a few other fruits. But (and this is a profound “but”) it's not really 'my' memory. It's not as if I ate the fruits. The fruit's had been eaten. Period. <br> <br> After this I regained my 'sense of self' but this sense of self was still kind of separate, as if I was something else that was experiencing the self. And the self was pretty damn mad at the fact that it just *wasn't* a few moments’ back. It was like an old uptight professor who is mad at 'his' students for their being happy. And this other expansive I-existence and the Blue-Purple dragon were like two children in a classroom trying as hard as they could not to look at each other because they new that they would burst into laughing at a most inappropriate time if they did. And they did look at eachother and LOL’d at eachother for no reason al all and 'the self' was gone again. <br> <br> I turned off the light and sat down back in the lotus position on the couch trying to meditate. Which was impossible. There was no way I could calm the mind. It created hundreds if not thousands of alien sceneries passing by very fast in sharpness and detail that one doesn’t has access to in ordinary reality. I perceived other planets, beautiful technologically advanced cities, alien worlds, weird natural formations, I’ve seen creation of stars, planets, galaxies, clusters and even bigger kind of formations which I have no idea what they were and don't even dare to speculate. After a while this got kinda boring and opened my eyes again. Apart from the tripiness of it all around me, guess what was on the table in front of me glowing with a white, light blue tinted aura? The 'Noble Eightfold Path' ring that I got from China. It has inscribed on it the eight Buddhist symbols and as far as I know it belonged to a Buddhist monk from Tibet. The weird thing is not that it was glowing. It was also communicating to me, not with language, but with a direct form of communication, and what it was repeating is 'ask the questions! ask the questions!' <br> <br> I put it on my finger and suddenly 'the thousand petal lotus' bloomed under me. It was not made of matter as a normal lotus is made of. It was pure energy of all known colors, and colors I haven’t seen before, wonderfully woven and throbbing with the fabric of space-time itself. I realized that the meditation position I was in, was totally wrong. There was no way the different parts of the body could be at peace with each other because they were hurting one another by being twisted in fucked up and uncomfortable ways. So I started rearranging everything guided by the feelings I got from very slight and subtle repositioning. It took an eternity to finish this to the point where everything was in complete cooperation, but unlike the previous part with the visuals it didn't get boring because as I was progressing I was feeling deeper and deeper relaxation and blissfulness. When I was done, the whole chakra system just lit up. There was no 'one, then the other'. They activated, (though activated wouldn’t be accurate enough; they are there at all times whether I acknowledge it or not) all at once releasing and at the same time gathering immense quantities of energy and the reality ripped apart. There was only a multidimensional field of consciousness, the fundamental building block, creation and love itself producing the world moment by moment. Past and future do not exist. All there is, is here and now. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Slowly I got grounded again and on the coming down part of the trip I experienced tons of feelings in chaotic randomness and fast succession of the full spectrum. From raging fury, hopeless jealousy, utter loneliness, pure horror to absolute love, total happiness, compassion, centeredness often accompanied and most probably triggered by visuals. Though it might have been the other way around just as well. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Note: Thinking about it now, I don’t recall horniness being part of the emotional spectrum. It’s more like a command. <br> <br> ++++++ <br> <br> Now, another subtly interesting aspect of this is the fact that I was detached from the emotions. This could be interpreted as god just as it could be interpreted as bad also, depending on the emotion. For example, feeling the horror and at the same time being dissociated from it is quite ok. But feeling the love while still being dissociated from it is not an immersing enough experience… <br> <br> CONCLUSIONS <br> <br> Perception is *the* active process of creation that brings into being everything I thought I passively perceived. I experienced not being one with everything or interconnected with everything. I 'was' fucking everything! All there is, is me and I am all there is. The I in me is the same as the I in you or the it in plants, animals and objects. There is no front without the back, no foreground without the background, no light without dark no outside withought the inside. At his fundamental level not even nothingness exists and at the same time everything exists. This is the eternal now. Again, I can't stress this enough, the intellectual knowledge of this kind of existence has noting to do with the existence itself. It is part of it though, but it cannot express it just as language can't really express it either. Basically there is no final attainment, no final stopping place; the enlightenment business is not really what I thought it is because it just IS. The whole existence is enlightened in its totality. If that makes any sense... Being everything there is, it can express itself in every form. And it does. It does that because being just the big ONE gets boring eventually and it creates separateness so it can, from time to time, go back to that basic unity. Just as there is no male withought female, no good withought evil, no sacred withought the profane, there is no ONEness without the separateness. And then OW LOOK ! CHOCOLATE! and beautiful GIRLS! and LOVE! and MOUNTAINS! and AND!'<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 73747</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 23</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 11, 2011</td><td>Views: 36,257</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=73747&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=73747&format=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), Personal Preparation (45), 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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 ug</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:35</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mescaline/">Mescaline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mescaline/">Mescaline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/diazepam/">Pharms - Diazepam</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">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> About Me:<br> <br> In high school I habitually smoked marijuana, frequently consumed opiates and tripped a few dozen times on whatever was available (usually LSD, mushrooms or MDMA). Looking back, I buried my grief, self-loathing and anger with heavy drug use. I used psychedelic drugs as an escape from my feelings rather than as powerful tools for self-improvement; my attitude has since changed. At the end of high school with the aid of my family and some encouragement from the state I went to treatment, and I remained sober for nearly 4 years. During this time, I obtained a B.S. in chemistry. I am now working toward a Ph.D. As time progressed, I questioned whether I could responsibly use drugs. I started drinking moderately and occasionally using marijuana, LSD and mescaline. It has been two years since I made the decision to use again, and things seem to be under control. I only mention this here because I feel it is important to understand the background of a person who is reporting a trip.<br> <br> Preparation:<br> <br> About a year ago, a bottle of methyl 3,4,5-trimethoxybenzoate arrived at my lab. For several months I pondered how I would and whether I should make mescaline from this chemical. Finally, over the summer I decided to take action. I followed Makepeace U. Tsao’s 1951 synthesis of mescaline, but with a few modern improvements. First, to form 3,4,5-trimethoxybenzyl chloride from 3,4,5-trimethoxybenzyl alcohol I used SOCl2 instead of concentrated HCl. My second improvement was to use 18-crown-6 and KCN in DMF in order to form 3,4,5-trimethoxyphenylacetonitrile from 3,4,5-trimethoxybenzyl chloride as opposed to Tsao’s use of KCN in a water/methanol mixture. Both of my modifications increased the yields. Perhaps in the future I will submit my work to the chemistry archives. The end result of my hard work was roughly 5 grams of slightly off-white mescaline hydrochloride. The structure was confirmed by proton NMR and IR spectroscopy.<br> <br> The Setting:<br> <br> Over the course of the summer I tripped a half-dozen times on mescaline with amounts that varied from 200 - 450 mg. In short, I was well acquainted with my new chemical friend by the time I took this trip. In the last week of summer I went to a concert and I brought with me two 400 mg doses of mescaline. My buddy J was at the previous night’s show during which he took some LSD. He was camped out with about 30 people most of whom were complete strangers to me. I don’t usually trip at concerts, or take multiple drugs at once. Nevertheless, J and I each took some LSD and mescaline before the show.<br> <br> -Note: only the drugs mentioned in this report were consumed.<br> <br> The Trip:<br> <br> 6 pm: 2 hours before the show J and I each took about 100 mcgs of some liquid LSD that had been well tested throughout the summer by our friends. <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]</span> <br> <br> T + 20 minutes: I began to notice the effects of the acid; it was nothing more than mild euphoria and an increase in energy. <br> <br> T + 35 minutes: The trees were gently swirling and waving to me. I could tell that I had taken enough acid to have a mild trip. It was then that J and I decided to consume some mescaline. We each took 200 mg to start.<br> <br> T + 1 hour: As planned we each consumed another 200 mg of mescaline. At this point, I was in an odd place halfway between tripping on acid and coming up on mescaline. I was tense and anxious, but at the same time very much intrigued by the ground and trees. Communication was easy, but I was altogether uninterested in talking.<br> <br> T + 1.75 hours: We went into the venue to find our places. J had a seat in a different area than me so I sat with another friend K. I was still stuck in limbo between two trips, but the tenseness of the mescaline started to subside. Minor patterns began to flow through the sky, and everything was rippling with rainbows.<br> <br> T + 2.25 - 3.5 hours: Wow, wow, WOW! The show began! The music was explosive, but filled me with a peace I’ve never experienced before. I literally sat down in the middle of a crowded venue and meditated. Occasionally, a caring stranger would tap on my shoulder and make sure I was okay to which I would give a reassuring smile. This period of time was pure bliss. My nerves rippled with energy. Looking out over the crowd I saw an infinite pattern of rainbows from which dancing aliens would emerge. The closed eye visuals were too intense to handle (or to describe). I was quite lucid during this time. When the set ended K and I went to the restroom.<br> <br> T + 3.5 - 5 hours: K and I found some new seats way in the back where I could sit down. He pulled out a bowl and I took one hit. Things really got moving after that. My mind began to unravel. All of existence began to unravel, and everything that ever happened came forth in one moment. It all made perfect sense. If I really tried I could tell you where I was. My visions were out of control. Everything became part of a galactic conversation taking place in my brain. My life, freedom, individuality, and identity were held in front of a light for the world to examine. I was engaged in full-on telepathy with everyone around me. A battle was formed and I was at the middle of it. Half the world despised me, and I was tortured with their persecutory thoughts. The other half supported my right to exist, my right to be an individual, and to explore the universe in my own unique way. My drug use, sexuality, life story, and spirituality were all exposed, and hotly debated amongst the crowd. In effect, I was turned inside-out. Of course, this was all WAY too much to handle. I wouldn’t say I was having a bad trip, but I don’t want to understate how difficult such a position can be.<br> <br> T + 5 - 6 hours: By now I was thoroughly confused, and I had no idea which side of the conversation I was on anymore. I tried to profess this to K, but I was truly unable to communicate in words what was occurring. Moreover, the whole exercise seemed pointless as I already believed I was telepathically communicating with him and everything else in the universe. To me the entire universe was in a state of metamorphoses; its true nature was beginning to unfold. Everything began to slam together into one cosmic entity whose synthesis had been perfectly calculated eons ago. I had discovered the formula that began this change; I was the catalyst. The phrase “solving the world upside down” continually passed through my brain. <br> <br> My thoughts really made no sense. Words and phrases were jumbled and took on new symbolic meanings. I desperately wanted someone to tell me what to do; how to change my life, to be a better person, and to find god. Was I god? Are we all god? Is this new cosmic entity god? I told K I had to go, and I took off running. I assumed he understood what I was talking about, but I found out later he was quite worried. I ran through the crowds. When I arrived at the gates I panicked. What to do? I passed the first gate, and found myself stuck between the security at the first gate and the guy collecting trash a few hundred feet away. I paced back and forth for a while then bolted passed the trash collector. I spent the remainder of the concert wandering the parking lot trying to find someone to help me. I talked to several groups of people. They were all very kind, and tried to figure out what it was I needed help with. One young woman tried dancing with me, and kept asking me if I could smile for her. Another group of people told me that I should be a good person, respect others, and find brotherhood. The cosmic struggled continued despite everyone’s best effort to help.<br> <br> T + 6 hours: J and K found me after the show wandering the parking lot. They asked me where I had been. I told them I had discovered the formula to all of existence, and that I needed help figuring out what to do with my life. They tried to get me to explain more, but eventually when I got distraught that they didn’t understand they just gave me a Valium.<br> <br> T + 6 - 12 hours: The Valium calmed me down. I reconnected with reality, and the cosmic struggle business subsided over the course of an hour. I was still tripping pretty hard well into the night, but it was peaceful, and enjoyable. I went to bed around 6 am. I don’t recall whether I slept or not.<br> <br> -It is worth noting that J also had an intense experience that in his own words was “the hardest he’d ever tripped”, but that’s his story to tell.<br> <br> Retrospective Summary:<br> <br> In retrospect, it was an irresponsible and foolish decision to take LSD and mescaline in a concert setting. It is clear to me that these drugs have a cumulative effect greater than either alone. This combination is definitely in the big-leagues of ego-dissolution, introspection and transformation. <br> <br> It has been 5 months since these events transpired, and I now regard this trip as one the most important events in my life. Looking back, it is clear to me that the cosmic struggle I experienced was the result of some major dissatisfaction in my life. Central to this was my lack of belief in anything spiritual. Actually, I had never even recognized that the desire to be spiritual was present inside of me. I am now open to all things spiritual; this is an ongoing project.<br> <br> On another note, I smoked pot twice in the first few months following this experience, and I ended up getting paranoid delusions that resembled this trip. In both instances these delusions ended once the pot wore off. Nevertheless, it has made me think twice about my ability to use psychedelic drugs. For a while I feared I was becoming a schizophrenic, but things have since cooled. I have no desire to trip again anytime in the near future.<br> <br> Just thinking about this trip gets me quite agitated. Nonetheless, I still feel that this was a worthwhile experience. Something was missing in my life, and I now know what that was. This trip really focused my desire to be a better person, and I feel that drive has not yet faded. Many trips that are perceived as bad are just what happen when one finally confronts the shit that has been bothering them. Yeah, it’s frightening and confusing, but if you accept the challenge it can be incredibly rewarding. <br> <br> To the strangers in the parking lot: Thank you for your kindness. I bared my soul before you, and you all showed me love; a rare event indeed.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 88999</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 28, 2011</td><td>Views: 55,445</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=88999&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=88999&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Mescaline (36), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Preparation / Recipes (30), Difficult Experiences (5), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Cultivation / Synthesis (31), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), 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> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="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>(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">210 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well I didn’t think it was possible with the quality of most LSD I see these days, but it seems I finally achieved my lifelong goal of overdosing and completely flipping out. <br> <br> It was a Friday night and my trusty acid dealer arrived with the small squeeze-bottle vial. Usually she laughs hysterically at the number of hits I want to take, telling me I scare her. This time however, she just looked concerned and said “this is supposed to be really good stuff. Are you SURE you want to take 10?” At this I replied that I was so sure and she proceeded to squeeze the drops onto my tongue. 1,2,3,4,5,6- ok swish around, then 7,8,9,10. With the usual hug and ‘have a good trip!,’ she left me to my usual –coming up on large amounts of LSD- antics. My especially active roommate was gone for the weekend, and so I locked myself in my room and watched the end of this really strange Japanese zombie movie called ‘versus.’ The time was 1:50pm <br> <br> The LSD came on stronger and faster than I had ever experienced. Usually I wait about two hours, wondering if I got ripped off. This time I ate very little in preparation, and by the 25 minute mark things were seriously near the overwhelming point. The white walls became trillions of colors with a repeating pattern that looked like the symbol for a cold front over and over again. I have only gotten sick on acid once before, but the intensity of the come up left me curled up on my bed with my face in the comforter, rolling around to try to stave off the nausea. I’m sure some out there know what I am talking about- its no normal nausea, it’s inconsistent and comes in rapid waves. What was initially an ecstatic mood at getting what seemed to be excellent acid turned into fear- this was coming on way too strong, way too fast. I remember lying on my bed looking at the different sized whirlpools swirling in the drywall and thinking “Just hold on, motherfucker!” For some reason I kept conceptualizing the amount of time I had been waiting for this trip, and it seemed to be a very tangible ‘amount’ of days bathed in this dreary sunset light and it made me feel unbearably depressed so I tried to banish it from my mind. <br> <br> By this point it was about an hour in and things were getting really intense. I looked at the underside of my hand and wrist and saw the veins scintillating and moving quickly like highways of ‘loading’ bars on the computer with the diagonal lines moving. The visuals were making me sick so I closed my eyes and saw this universe pattern with millions of different sized dots and stars made of different day-glo colors. It was all intensely beautiful but I felt too sick to appreciate it. I stood up to make my way to the bathroom to try to speed up the inevitable and found my balance was insanely off. I stumbled and almost fell over, then crawling over to my toilet and sitting cross-legged in front of it, cursing it for being so tall and not being usable with me in that sitting position because it was the only position I could think of at the moment. The visuals at this point were not as noticeable because I was looking around too fast to settle on something, and frankly was concerned with my survival more than the trip. I knew in the back of my head that no one has ever died from LSD itself, and so as long as I maintained some small measure of control and didn’t fling myself out a window or something I would be fine. It certainly didn’t feel that way though, I felt violently ill and my mind kept going back to how the current trip must compare to ergot poisoning. I kept trying to put on music to calm myself but it seemed loud and like it would alert my roommates that something was wrong with me so I kept turning it up then down, the mouse making ridiculously long trails on my computer screen. None of my usually fully memorized favorite songs and album titles made any sense, and I kept going in circles on iTunes trying to find something, all the while becoming more and more disoriented and frightened. I kept picturing paramedics bursting in my room and shoving tubes down my nose, and my parents crying and standing over my hospital bedside. A part of me said “no, I’m not going to let that happen.” Ironically my unstable window shades took this opportunity to come crashing off the wall and knock everything off my desk, making me trip over them in the process. Landing on my bed with low music playing, I laid there, trying to calm down and think what to do next to help myself. These strange sequences of action kept entering my head, like “ok turn down the music. Now lay on the ground. Ok now pull out phone. Now try to find headphones.” These very mundane actions helped me feel centered and not so totally freaked out. I fully expected either my roommates, the police, or EMTs to bust in my room any second. I kept thinking I was going to die, even knowing about the toxicity of LSD, and my mind kept flashing to what the last thing was I wanted to say to God to rationalize my short life. I stumbled to a notepad and started to write “mom-I love you” then crossed it out as it suddenly seemed completely random and trite. Was this really the last message I wanted to leave the world? Instead I opted for printing in huge letters “HOLY SHIT” for some reason crossing the T at the bottom and making it look like an I. I was totally fucked up, the carpet was undulating and each object on my floor took on massive significance in what I thought to be the light of my last moments of life. Eventually I passed out on my bed for several hours when my crisis came to a pitch- I shut my eyes and tried to narrow my experience to the smallest amount of stimuli possible, focusing on my breathing. I guess this made me fall asleep because the next thing I remember was waking up around 6:00 pm, knowing the worst was over and thanking God and the spirits of the universe that I was alive and O.K. The trip was far from over, however, and the visuals were still going full force. My whitewashed walls were plastered with thousands of little amoeba shaped blobs each with numerous different bright colors contained within. I remember being stunned at the rainbows that seemed to form a halo around every object. By this time the sun had set, and turning on the lamps in my room sent cascades of crystalline light in all directions. With my totally ridiculous fear of dying past me, I was able to turn on my favorite music (A Japanese producer named Yasutaka Nakata) and enjoy the totally beautiful, ecstatic visuals that slowly died down, coming back briefly in waves until about 11 o’clock. <br> <br> In retrospect, I never thought I would have an acid trip I wouldn’t be able to handle. I pride myself on my experience with psychedelics and voraciously read books, websites, anything I can about them and the experience we humans have with these substances. I was unprepared for the completely rapid and alien change my world went through in less than half an hour. I am mad at myself for freaking out, I contemplated calling 911 during the worst parts, and just imagining what could have happened had I done this sends shivers down my spine. A hospital is NOT where you want to ride out an acid trip. Reading this back to myself, I think “Why couldn’t I have just calmed down and enjoyed it??” At the time, this was impossible. My trip was like a freight train that gathered and gathered speed until I did the only thing I could-became unconscious. <br> <br> I hope no one gets scared or chooses not to partake of LSD because of this trip report. I love lysergic acid diethylamide, it is an unbelievably wonderful sacrament that has been bestowed upon the human race, and I truly believe that a direct experience of reality, beyond labels or concepts, could push the human race off the destructive path it is currently on. But I am beginning to preach…<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 93659</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 10, 2012</td><td>Views: 114,354</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=93659&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=93659&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Music Discussion (22), Overdose (29), Hangover / Days After (46), Multi-Day Experience (13), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">220 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/melatonin/">Melatonin</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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had been amping myself up for a really epic dance party with an out of town house and techno dj at a local late night club for weeks. The day had finally come. My friend T had never done acid before I recommended her to take it with me this night because we would be in the company of friends and the party would be going all night. <br> <br> At around 10 pm I took 2 tabs and she had 1. We started to feel the giggles and the energy within our chests within around half an hour after, and that feeling prevailed with a hint of anxiousness for about another hour. We left for the party at around midnight, already feeling pretty high and getting a bit confused when leaving the house with regards to what to bring/wear. <br> <br> The party was really dark, the only light coming from the large double projection behind the dj table. Sound was good. Maybe great, really deep bass and dynamic range. Pretty excited to see where this night is going. I start to notice the visuals when I adjust to the darkness. Mainly rainbow geometry, persian-like patterns and after image effects from the projections screens. I felt the usually tightening of muscles especially in my legs and knees. I tried to dance it out but after abut 45 minutes its obvious that I have to change into sneakers. <br> <br> I decide to go home, which is very near. On my way out of the dark club I notice that It is hard to adjust to the light. Everything has a rainbow haze or aura around it and peoples skin is throbbing and my own hands look transparent like I can see the blood flowing through them. I run into a friend on my way out the door and he asks if I am alright, probably because I look very confused. I am just very sensitive at this time. Back at home me and my friend decide that the acid is feeling very nice and that we would like some more. I am feeling a little bored and that I may as well take it up a notch so I take another dose and she takes half and shares the other half with another friend, S. <br> <br> WHAT IF I CAN'T GET HIGH ANYMORE? <br> <br> Back in the club the music is a bit boring and I am waiting to get more into it. I talk with my friend who asked if I was okay earlier. I tell him that I am not feeling right, not happy. I say it may be becuse I had been doing ketamine casully throughout the day. The night before I had a serious panic attack/ breakdown and confessed that I thought I had a dependance on K and that I use it to get me through depression although I was scared that it just made it worse. He assured me that the anxiety I was feeling would pass and that the effects of LSD would outweigh any other residual sedative effects of Ketamine. I had a fear that I had done some damage to my mental chemistry and that psychedelics wouldn't have the same euphoric effect on me now. But I wanted to believe he was right and just then, one of my favourite old school acid tracks 'Jesus loves the acid' by Ecstacy Club came on and I started to work it. I remembered a recent experience on acid when I learned that physical excercise promotes the intensity of the visual and bodily high when I was running through the forest. I began to jack very hard and whip my hair about. Kaleidescopic ribbons flowed by my face and seemed to cascade through my body as well and it was very pleasurable. I realized that it was really up to me to make the best of this trip. <br> <br> The club was very packed and there were many people with the clubbing-drunk and obnoxious vibe and I was feeling sensitive to this. Eventually they seemed to clear out around 2:30 and I was just getting higher. <br> <br> The rest of the night just got better. The music just got better, the people got looser, the air got sweet with sweat and weed smoke and the crowd was working it very serious like, very hard. For the next two and a half hours I danced like I was having sex, like the pleasure of movement was giving me life and the music was fueling my power. I could feel the air moving out of the speakers and the space between the bass and treble was thick with vibration still. I was picking up on a very interesting and trippy stereoscopic sound effect. I usually experience a heavy presence of reverb as an aural hallucination while on acid but this was hard to define as a hallucination. I hoped it wasn't for the sake of the crowd because it was so fucking cool. <br> <br> I did spend most of the evening enjoying my time solo, with friends coming up to me for brief periods and dancing with me. T came by later in the night and I asked her how it was going. 'Great! Amazing!' She looked nice and ripped, eyes all huge and juicy. I asked if she was getting visuals, thinking she may have not taken enough and wishing she could be seeing what I was. 'Yes! Loads! Its incredible!' she exclaimed. Ah, so relived I was! ' Man I am so happy for you! You are so lucky that its such a perfect environment for your first time! YAY!' And we danced extaticly. <br> <br> When I went to the bathroom it was very bright and I realized how high I actually was. I could barely see. Everything was vibrating in colour and pulsing in and out. I sat on the toilet and my skin just pulsed. I focused on myself in the mirror and danced with myself. There was a very distinct delay in my reflection and it was very convincing and amusing to do this! I usually freak myself out when looking in the mirror on drugs but I felt very attractive this time. My hair had been wet with sweat and then kind of dried in motion in lovely ringlets which cascaded in harmony with the frame of my face and shoulders. I look like a fairy! The most natural way I can look is the most lovely! This gave me the confidence to get back onto the dance floor and really work it. <br> <br> It was during some intesely sexy and housey tracks that this great epiphany came to me: I have always been very in love with the nostalgia of the early rave era of the late 80s. The politics, the music, the drugs, the shear massiveness of it, the unity and the revolutionary movement it had. All the cliches are true. I was having such a great time I wanted to share it with someone else who looked like they would appreciate it. I saw some guy that I recognized from similar events in the past. I asked if he had ever took acid at a dance party. He said he did once but didnt seem that excited about it. I told him that I was really high and it was great! He reminded me that acid was a party drug before extacy. I told him that the harder I moved the more I tripped out and he laughed happily. And at this moment, jackin hard with my community of dance heads and good folks, I felt like I was truely a part of that movement, that it had transcended time. This was the best party ever! <br> <br> Nearing the end of the night, after craving weed and smelling the sticky, sweet aroma cloud the club all night, I smoked a couple tokes of weed with my friends. t felt great and intensified the visuals a bit too, which I enjoyed. (Over all if didn't feel as though it was an overly significant contrbution though). <br> <br> The last track ended with the whole club chearing and demanding and encore, but it would have been a bit inappropriate considering that the whole night was a singular, infectious groove and another track would have had to be selected for the purpose of an encore and I don't think that was expected. At around 5 am the lights began to flash on an off and soon the night was over. Everyone looked so hot and sexy like they had all participated in the biggest ever orgy! Not like usual, after a long night of partying on e. As we exited the club onto the streets we were shocked at what lay right in front of us. At first I though I was looking at a convertable parked on the wrong side of the road, then I began to see that it was a car that had the roof ripped off. it was in pieces, the trunk crumpled, the hood crumpled, the airbags out. The whole block in front of the club was taped off and cops and firemen dealing with the aftermath. It looked fake. The lights were bright and the street glittered with glass and colour reflected in the wet pavement. I felt guilty to see such destruction as beauty. There was a street sweeper up the block with its rear wheel blown off and the rim all bent. The car must have rammed it, rolled, and tore up in turbulance. The driver must be dead. I had this cosmic feeling that some destruction must happen in order for beauty to take it's place. I know that is kinda insensitive, but people die all the time, its just odd that it happened right then, right there. <br> <br> At home it was obvious that me and my girlfriends were very high and were not getting to sleep any time soon. I think I may have never been this high on acid. It was in full force, even after 7 hours of the first dose. I had some ketamine and I was suddenly very excited to take some in combination with the acid. <br> <br> THEN THE MAGIC REALLY HAPPENED. <br> <br> I don't think I could have predicted what was to come. There are several factors in place that I belive contributed to the intensity of the next 30 minutes. My room is a trippers playground. I have taken lots of k in it and have made it very comfortable to do so. I had taken foxy once and made some videos of myself with photobooth on my computer with my mirror right across from it where I was convinced I was living in a fractal. I have also had some incredible experiences on acid in combination with medicinal nitrous oxide in copious ammounts which led me to believe I had seen 'death' or 'nirvana'. <br> <br> I told my friends I was going to take some K and if then wanted some, they declined. In about 3 minutes after taking a line of about 50 mg, I lost strength and fell on to my knees. the sedation was taking a hold very strongly, more than usual. In about 5 minutes I saw my hands shrink into children's hands. I have never experienced micropsia before but had read about in k trips. It was 100% convincing. Then my hands stretched out before me! And my room looked all distorted. The whole time I was relaying the effectd to S who was highly amused as she usually is with my drug experiences. I stand up and decide to document the happening with photobooth. I look over at her, across from me, sitting on my bed in the corner of the room. The corner where the walls meet becomes a new space, infinately deep, yet retains the edges. And the closeness of S remains as well, even though the space feels vast. I usually have the sense of the ceiling rising or myself sinking when lying down on K, but this was way beyond that. I take another line, losing strength again. But I manage to get up and look into the computer screen. It's very had to make out what is what. I can see myself but I am not really identifying with it. I know it is me, but its like seeing myself in a dream and remembering what Iook like, as opposed to recognizing my reflection. The mirror is there in the screen too. The music stops. S askes what is going on, meaning with me. I ask if the music has stopped. She puts her ear to the speaker. No, she says, its on. Listen. I put my ear to the speaker and there is another dimention in there. I really can't tell if I am hallucinating or not. Its pretty real. She convinces me its there. (It may be of importance to add that I found it very difficult to remember an artist and figure out how to play a dj mix by that artist, something that is easy to do usually. I couldnt really spell and his name was coming out all wrong. I was finally able to remember and told S and she figured it out) She says she has to go to the bathroom and leaves. <br> <br> What happens now is really incredible. It is hard to remember in images what happened becuase of how synesthesiac the whole experience was. It would be incorrect to say that I 'saw' or 'heard' or felt' anything. It was more unified than that. What I experienced, anyway, was what I can only describe simply as travelling into myself. I was looking into the computer and any barriers that it had sort of disolved into a space through which I could travel. I faced myself and went in. I then looked away toward the door, wobbly at best and went through it. It was like entering another world. I saw my room mate P. He looked at me in amazement. My face said it all. I felt enlightened. I felt pure. I felt like I was touched by god. What I could see was so intensely psychedelic I belived anything was possible, like waking through walls or something. I picked up my hoola hoop, not completely convinced I had the motor ability to do it. (I usually don't on K but try anyways). <br> <br> I began to hoola hoop smoothly. This was really something remarkable! My visual field separated in horizontal slices which then rotated independant of each other as I spun around with the hoop! The hoop itself extended far, far out and became huge and wide around me! I was flabergasted! Ketamine has given me some intense visual distortions and I have tried many incrimental dosages, but the acid must have some added clarity that the K alone cannot offer. I stopped and my visual field slowly circled back and came together somewhat. I stood there jaw dropped and tried to describe to P what I was seeing but he was just laughing! I suddenly remembered a time when I had a weather balloon and how trippy it was to bounce it when sober! I ran to my room to get a 3 ft baloon I had stashed. It was very confusing to find anything. After a while I found a smaller, clear balloon and it was very beautiful to look into it and the sound was interesting as well, but it was clear that the K was wearing off and I should redose. I went to my computer again to document another segment of the trip, knowing that it would be difficult to remember all of this. (Unfortunately I kept starting and stopping it and I feel I lost some valuable insights I had). <br> <br> WORM HOLE/ SINGULARITY <br> <br> I managed to put on a video by Matthew Barney that is very trippy and I thought S would enjoy it and it may stimulate me as well. I put it on an proceeded to cut up another 2 lines of k, maybe more like 120 mg total this time. I took a line and very shortly afterward fell to my knees and decide to lay down on the ground. S asked what was up and I remember saying that it was ' the essense of synesthesia, pure bliss.' I managed to get onto my bed. I looked at the screen. The image became a real fractal. I felt like I was in there, spiraling into infinity with the giant black dick that was part of the movie. I then had the sense to lay down beside S, because I knew that the K would paralyze me and I would be more comfortable this way. Looking at the ceiling, I could hear the familiar sounds of machinery and lubrication from the movie, but the visual field warped into these sounds. I had the most convincing sense that the sounds created the images I was seeing, that they were one. Then my body dissolved and I became one with it as well. <br> <br> Up until this point I was doing a pretty good job at transcribing all of this to S. The last thing I described was a dark point I could see on the ceiling that looked real. Then I was too deep into it and it was too difficult or maybe impossible to speak. All of this was familiar to my previous experiences with K, but so much more vivid and intense and clear than I had ever known it to be. The ceiling had dimentions to it that were moving slowly and warping tubularly. The space here was very deep. I did not move my head. I don't think I could. I did not move my body either. There was no way to try. I definately have experienced this sensation before, S told me that it is the ketamine blocking the brains ability to sense the body. That it cannot read the body or tell it what to do. Soon enough, the tubular landscape turned into one tunnel and the hole at the end opened up to an image as I focused on it. It was a pool party with mens bums in speedos. What a bizarre thing to see. That was a little circle like a movie screen and then around it was a tube that reflected that screen, like a view finder or like looking through a kaliedescope. <br> <br> This tubular vision was separate from a knowlede of self. It was as if I did not exist. I wanted to tell S that I had become my environment through focusing on it, but nothing came out. Maybe for some time I did not even think. Two main past events have informed my ideas of what this tube could be. I had taken acid with medicinal nitrous oxide before and had experienced what I thought was death. It was not scarey, it was in fact the most pleasurable experience I have ever had. It was the freedom of body and the bareness of conciousness. Apart from memories and real thoughts, it was the most 'now' feeling I ever knew. It was bliss. I could identify with that experience now quite a bit. The loss of time and memories and body were similar. The nitrous was more explosive, like an orgasm, while the K was more gradually sensual and contemplative until the singular point. The other thing that I could relate to is a video that my friend R made of a black hole. <br> <br> R studies physics and computer science and had used some software to program a visual simulation that mathematically represents a black hole. It made me cry the first time I saw it because I was so sure I had seen it on nitrous oxide before. He also showed me images manipulated with the algorithms of worm holes, leading from one place to another and they look very much like what I had seen on K, just then. What does this mean? Did I really see a worm hole? Is that possible? Is it possible to travel through it if I had let go? Would I be able to leave my body once my mind I had detached from it? <br> <br> When I was able to move again I told S that I think I had experienced Nirvana. She was happy for me. I don't actually know if that is what I had experienced, but the pleasure off lettiing go was so rich, it was like being reborn. <br> <br> We were hungry and we left my room to make a snack. After that I sat down to think more about what had just happened. It was extremely difficult to sum it all up and relay back to S. I recall spurting out 'memories make things real.' She seemed to really understand this. She said she had a conversation about such a concept recently. I was thinking about the night before when anxiety over took me and I was trapped within my negative thoughts and ruminating on happenings of the past and fearing the future. In contrast, it made sense to me that when free from memories and bodity sensation, one is actually free, and that it made sense that this state was nirvana- like. But that it was also very real. I felt that it was possible to transcend this waking reality by letting go of the self, or the ego that is attached with memories. <br> <br> Another important aspect of the night is the power of dance! I really feel like I danced away the blues! (I love cliches!) I do not think that the following trips would have happened on a clouded or negative conciousness, and that by dancing for many hours I was actually able to move the bad feelings and thoughts out and away from me and fill myself with possitive energy. When I 'traveled inside of myself' I came out feeling like a new born baby! I was vibrating with joy and rainbows! This was evidence that my mind was clear and free of the demons of the previous night. I am writting this largely due to the therapeutic aspect of the evening and I really hope to retain most of what I was able to learn here. This is not the first time I have had a 'rebirth' like experiece from taking LSD, and I haven't felt this good since the first acid/ nitrous trip a year and a half ago. In conclusion to that thought, it may be that I have to become deeply burried in worry over time to be able to feel so cleansed after the release. Hopefully It wont be so soon until this has to happen again, but at least I know it is possible to be cleansed. <br> <br> I was able to relay to S another concept that I felt very strongly for as well. That in order for something to exist, it must have a bianary. I was trying to grasp the idea that without a sense of my surrounding world I began to dissapear, or at least my body did. There was no 'inside' vs 'outside' of me. As my physical appearance and body is the outside and my thoughts or conciousness are the inside. This was completely irrelevant. All the things about duality I have ever learned had significance in a new way, yin and yang, good and evil, life and death. <br> <br> I feel now that my understanding of life is death. It is the experience of leaving the bodily dimension and entering a new and endless dimension of nowness. Infinity. This death is different from the death that we on 'earth' see when a relative passes away from us. The essence of life seems to lie within this balance of black or white or what have you. Only because I have had similar experiences to relate this one to, and because time has past since then and I have had a lot of time to think about it, can I feel this sure about how I feel now. I can't wait to try it all again and learn more! <br> <br> AFTER... <br> <br> The sun was coming up at around 7 or so and S went home. I took a couple tablets of melatonin and hoped it would help me sleep. I was exhausted. My body was strained from dancing and my head felt tight. Luckily I was able to fall asleep quite easily. When I woke up about or 6 hours later I felt crusty stuff on my face. I thought it was snot from the K that had dried but was shoked to discover that it was blood! I had quite a nosebleed. My nose was clogged with blood and snot. I felt faint and a bit nauseous. I layed down and my nose began to bleed. It bled lightly for a while, maybe a few hours. This I can definately attribute this to the K as I don't think I have ever had a nose bleed before and I don't think I have ever done so much K in one 24 hour period, (about a half gram). I wasn't worried though. T and I and some friends who were also at the dance party went and got lunch and took it to the park. It was a beautiful day and although I was totally wiped, I felt amazing. I went to sleep at 6 pm and slept until 10 am. Now I feel fine and my nose is clear as ever. <br> <br> I enjoyed taking ketamine with LSD. If you enjoy either drug, they seem to compilment each other in a very interesting and complicated way. I enjoy the introspective aspects of K, LSD allowed me to go deeper and remember the experience more vividly. If you like the beauty and visual elements of LSD, K certainly takes them to the next level.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 93660</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 25</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 19, 2012</td><td>Views: 34,278</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=93660&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=93660&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Ketamine (31), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Combinations (3), Mystical Experiences (9), Music Discussion (22), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 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> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 8:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 10:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 shots</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Hard</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 10:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <b>MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND 2009 <br> <br> CAST OF CHARACTERS:</b> <br> <br> <b>B:</b> 26 y/o male, 5'10', 125 lbs <br> <b>H:</b> 28 y/o female, 5'5', 130 lbs <br> <b>E:</b> 26 y/o male, 6'0' 140 lbs <br> <br> All participants maintain a strict vegan diet and are generally in excellent health. This report is written in three voices with some amount of overlap in events. <br> <br> <b>PLAN:</b> <br> <br> Each person is to take 2 hits of LSD followed by 1 pill of MDMA approximately 3.5 hrs thereafter. <br> <br> <b>SET & SETTING:</b> <br> <br> <b>B'S VOICE:</b> <br> I'd been curious about candy flipping for a number of years, but the opportunity to try the mythic combo had always eluded me. <br> <br> One fine day in May, however, a lovely series of rather serendipitous events afforded me the chance to procure enough LSD and MDMA for myself and two others. I related my find to a couple of wonderful friends who live out of town. They expressed interest in trying the combination, and so that weekend I left Brooklyn for West Philadelphia. I was somewhat aware that this combination may have a propensity for precipitating ++++-type experiences. <br> <br> It's worth noting that I was involved in a rather traumatic bicycle accident about four weeks prior, which resulted in a broken clavicle and some nasty scarring. I was mostly healed, but my skin was still pink around the wounds, and my shoulder still ached, though lightly. In retrospect, I think that the psychological and physical impact of my accident had some effect on my experience. <br> <br> I arrived in Philly on Friday evening and met H and E for dinner and a couple glasses of sangria. We fleshed out our plans for the following day and chatted a bit about our expectations. My sleep that night was somewhat restless. We knew we were in for a ride. <br> <br> The next morning we shared breakfast. I ate lightly. <br> <br> E's house is situated in West Philadelphia. It is large, clean, and comfortable. We were alone for the duration of the experience, and had collected a few little toys for the impending trip: A tape recorder, guitar, sketchbook, markers, two stereos in separate parts of the house, and a large selection of music. <br> <br> We each took two hits of LSD at 10:30 AM, about two hours after breakfast. <br> <br> Within 15-20 minutes I felt the LSD making itself known. My muscles trembled lightly, my breathing became deeper, I felt less talkative and somewhat anxious. I slowly paced around the house, feeling the twinges of energy move through my limbs. I remember chatting a little bit with my companions at this point, but I was more wrapped up in the rather unpleasant effects of the drug. Coming up is always difficult for me. <br> <br> <b>H'S VOICE:</b> <br> If, as B suggested at the outset, the LSD would make me anxious, I decided to quell the anxiety with tricks I've used before. I focused on the guitar. It makes time pass more quickly and allows me to forget myself. <br> <br> Only five, ten minutes in, I felt it. Some quivering in my wrist, and playing guitar (remembering chords and/or changing chord positions) became increasingly difficult as the seconds crawled forward. I mentioned nothing at first to B and E but in my head I said: Damn. This shit works fast! <br> <br> I am about two or three inches in at this point and looking for non-verbal confirmation from either B or E. <i>[Enter Trope Number One: fear of being alone.]</i> E is slightly more energetic, and B is quiet. I have no sense that they are feeling what I am. We decide to go to the store to pick up batteries for the tape recorder. Nervous. <br> <br> I snip a little at E, make fun of a neighbour, and laugh awkwardly at B's jokes. Still nervous. Previous experience with situations involving LSD return briefly and remind me that the beginning of a trip can set the tone for the entire thing. <i>[Enter Trope Number 2: Drug Experience of the Present Through the Lens of the Past.]</i> I would like to be more calm but the anxiety only feeds off itself. The green of the trees is startling. My stomach is feeling strange. <br> <br> We walk inside the store. I remember also how much easier it is to 'see' the effects of coming-up indoors (a house, store, wherever) Our footsteps cause a mirror on the wall to shudder slightly. Or does it? The mirror is likely moving only inside my eyes. At the counter I look at B. His pupils are dilated. Is he feeling what I'm feeling? Probably. Yes. Get. Home. Now. <br> <br> We get home and quickly put the batteries into the recorder 'before it's too late,' and make our first verbal entry on the tape. We are all officially 'feeling it' at this point. <br> <br> <b>B'S VOICE:</b> <br> The effects were continuing to build, but I was feeling a bit less anxious. We decided to take a walk to a nearby park. H grabbed a backpack, a couple of bottles of water, and we were out the door. As we turned the corner, I noticed a voice in the back of my head suggesting that perhaps it was in my best interest to turn around, head home, take cover. The park was crowded when we arrived. I felt exposed. I sat in the grass for a few short minutes before deciding to concede to that quiet voice in my head. We walked back, meandering over the cracked sidewalks, broken glass, hastily discarded trash. <br> <br> <b>H'S VOICE:</b> <br> B was insistent on bringing bananas. I decided this was either because some chemical in bananas intensified the effects of LSD (and B knew this) or because we were going 'adventuring', no adventure being complete without 'provisions.' Clearly, we weren't going to actually eat the bananas. If my stomach was in knots at this point, so must be B's. <i>[B's Note: It was because we were adventuring!]</i> <br> <br> On the walk I stumble once, maybe twice. Did anyone notice? I share B's anxiety. We are not drunk, we are on drugs! Everyday people not on drugs are passing us, perhaps wondering why our eyes are so big. E asks to hold my hand. Yes; my anxiety makes me feel especially distant, but then his hand feels very grounding and warm and safe. I feel bad for B, travelling alone up ahead, our fearless, lonesome leader. <i>[Enter H Trope No. 3: Feeling Guilty that B Might Be Experiencing Third Wheel Feelings]</i> <br> <br> <b>B'S VOICE:</b> <br> Walking back, the birds sang a chorus with each voice perfectly focused. I wasn't able to concentrate on any particular sound or call, but neither was doing so a necessity -- I was able to evenly divide my attention to each song and process them all in my head simultaneously. A sort of reverse-cocktail-party effect. How novel! <br> <br> It was nearing 1:00 PM by this point. The effects of the LSD were still escalating, but I felt that the physical effects were smoothing out as my body adjusted my new chemistry. We went to E's bedroom, where H & E sprawled on the bed and I sat on a chair. H picked up the guitar. She played while E & I sang along to a few songs. Singing felt fantastic. I noodled around with the guitar for a while and eyed the six little blue pills that we had planned to take. <br> <br> H & I commented on how our skin changes whenever we trip. My hands age. They appear veiny, wrinkled, boney, weak, arthritic. I worried about what it will be like to be older, and how I'll manage to come to terms with aging. I feel reasonably clear-headed, but things are visually rather, uh, impressive. <br> <br> <b>H'S VOICE:</b> <br> What I saw in E's room: My skin 'aging' in and out, or at least the dark parts of my hand (shadows in the crevices, darker parts of skin) pulsing darker, then lighter. The glow of the painting of the boat, the incredible blue of the sea there. The ship 'coming towards' me, the soft billowing and white light of the curtains, watery music: it fed into the nautical theme I felt on and off all day. The painting of the girl with blue hair on the wall, her hair reaching up and out of her head, then coming back down, some very pleasant Medusa hair. Technicolor patterns on my skin, like moving tattoos or the script of a strange, Arabic-like language. White light changing to a rose color, to a green, then blue, constantly in flux, like rainbow blood coursing through the vessels of what makes up the unseen of the world. A small fresh scar on my arm, glowing bright, then dark red. Also the hairs on my arm arching up and out, then back towards my skin again (like the Medusa hair, but on a smaller scale). <br> <br> There were moments when I wasn't sure if I was asleep and half-dreaming, or awake. Falling into the bed, then rising out when, slightly startled by the feeling, I darted my eyes open. Touching doors that I might have seen in dreams. Was the wall that protected the two worlds being broken down? The dream world - the one that is always functioning subconsciously - and the world of mundanity, where we must reason and follow rules. I believe there are protective boundaries created by nature to keep us humans safe, but a little more permeability just like this would be nice sometimes. <br> <br> <b>B'S VOICE:</b> <br> 1:30 rolls around and we each swallow one pill. I take one or two small hits of marijuana from my bowl. <br> <br> <b>E'S VOICE:</b> <br> Several themes occurred again and again: Energy, love, community. As I began to climb on the LSD, I felt excited mostly, then energetic. A minute behind B, I remember feeling anxious only briefly. The climb, I had already been assured, is mildly unpleasant for many. I would have to agree, and for a bit I found myself moved to separate from the group. When my mental state changes, I have noticed an increasing propensity to being alone. I felt sad, the failure of the back yard, the failure of the park, unable to provide my friends a good close place to rest our heads and enjoy our freedom. I felt more alien and out of place then liberated. But as it straightened out - and before the pill kicked in - I began to notice the wonderful measures of light linking from object to object. Enjoyable patterns emerged, I felt child like, immersed in colors; any subject with in itself no longer important, but the patterns that made up the subject intrigued and tantalized (i.e. the ink and colors of Calvin & Hobbes, the visuals of the Of Montreal - Satanic Panic in the Attic poster, the faint light coming through the window) Novelty breeds pleasure, happiness, fascination. I needed to see where this would take me. <br> <br> <b>B'S VOICE:</b> <br> Shortly after taking the pill, E moved downstairs to be by himself. H & I sprawled out on the bed and chat a bit, but we mostly stay quiet to explore this novel headspace and await the effects of the MDMA. <br> <br> As the minutes pass, I notice additional alerts. A gentle wave of warmth and euphoria washes over me, and the visual characteristics become sharper, more electric. Rainbow-static-vortexes wash over the ceiling. <br> <br> I look at H. H looks back. Her expression is unmistakable and we each know what the other is feeling. <br> <br> We rush downstairs. <br> <br> 'E! The MDMA works!' <br> <br> E was laying on the sofa in the living room. We greet him and tell him that we are both feeling the effects of the MDMA and that it is pretty fantastic. <br> <br> <b>E'S VOICE:</b> <br> It is a faint rush, a sudden twinge of worry that too much has been downed that suddenly bursts into overwhelming joy and understanding that all is right in the world. In the space in between there is a falling away. The eyes close and the world drops - or more accurately, I slipped from the world, knowing full well it was there but that its rules no longer applied to me and my mind was free to explore at will. With my eyes closed, the patterns in my 'sight' had intensified far beyond a mere hour earlier and as I opened them the world was not there but simply the fractals of light flowing through beautiful dark empty air. I double checked, needing to make sure my eyes were open - they were. I saw what I saw with my eyes open as I would like one fully asleep in a dream. I double checked for extra dimensional creatures. Silly perhaps, but I called out to them having heard B mention them from DMT experiences. I wanted them to be there, but it was only my own voice that rang back at me as I mentally announced my presence and invited others to come join. <br> <br> The patterns began to be replaced - how long did it take? Not more than ten or fifteen minutes I would guess - by the euphoria and joy of love. All the rough edges were completely gone, smoothed out into an angelic serenity. The room had returned to it's normal state, furniture intact, me physically laying on the couch. I felt very connected to H & B and missed them. As I moved to join them they came down the stairs. <br> <br> 'E! The MDMA works!' said B. We hung out; it's all a bit blurry in my mind, though wonderful. I enjoyed a few more minutes to myself. At some point H and I went upstairs to my room to explore physically, but we wound up mostly just talking in between kisses. We spoke honestly and openly about our relationships, the wonderful stuff along with the pressures we felt we faced. We started to miss B and we also suspected - somewhat accurately I believe - that if we were to go down the path of intimacy too far we might never come back. We made a few notes into the recorder. I remember how amazingly lucid I felt even with the joy of the MDMA running through me. A fascinating combination of the openness of alcohol but remaining completely articulate though certainly very high. <br> <br> <b>H'S VOICE:</b> <br> I remember looking out the window and thinking, 'We can't leave now, we're too effed up.' I felt trapped. The green of the trees looked so organic and inviting (MDMA for me had briefly kicked in, then retreated slightly, I think) but I wasn't allowed to go outside and enjoy them. I wondered to myself if this is what crazy people feel, an interior experience so bizarre when described, it's best to keep it to oneself and avoid contact. Likely a picturesque moment with my hand lifted to keep the curtain to the side, watching the outdoors with furrowed brow. I related the sentiment to B. But then suddenly, intensity took him and, even for me, the music grew incredible. <br> <br> I really loved how lucid we sound on the tape recording. I love how the mind is clear and unfettered by insecurities and 'ummms' and 'uh, well...' and so on. To speak was to explain honestly. No games, minds open, sentiments flowing freely within the friendship triangle of E-H-B, B-H-E. <br> <br> <b>B's VOICE:</b> <br> The floor was rippling bit. The rugs shifted. The curtains moved in the breeze despite the closed windows. I sat on a rug in an alcove near the front of the house and closed my eyes. The clarity of thought was astounding; my every thought resounded in a single voice instead of the usual cacophonous choir of doubts and contradictions. And if I wanted to quiet my mind entirely, I could do so at will. This deep state of meditation was intense to the point that it was nearly frightening. It was too easy to simply forget that I existed in the physical world at all. Vibrant greens and blacks filled the vast void behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes when a tentacled thing cut its way through my visions and pushed the fractals aside like curtains. It was all a bit much. <br> <br> I found H in the dining area. We sat across the room from one another, in absolute awe of the music. Mum - Finally We Are No One was playing through the stereo. H suggested we try to sing, so we sang along with the music and it felt like light was coming out of my chest and meeting with the light coming out of her to mingle and harmonize in the air between us. I could visualize the waveforms. I was amazed. <br> <br> H and I grabbed a tape recorder with the intention to record our singing, but quickly forgot about doing so. The boundaries between self and non-self were rapidly crumbling and I felt that an uncontainable well of bliss / empathy / love / unity / oneness was erupting inside of me. The empathogenic qualities of the MDxx merged with with the ego-destroying effects of the LSD and the result was this state of feeling empathy and love for everything in the universe. This was the ++++ experience I'd accidentally stumbled across several years prior. I was there again. It was more than I could take, and I was utterly overwhelmed with gratitude for existing at all, for having the opportunity to experience the beauty of existence, to know what it was just to be here, anywhere, to exist at all was a gift that I did not deserve and could never repay. H and I hit record on the tape recorder. <br> <br> You can hear me get a bit choked up. <br> <br> I felt more sober than sobriety, everything was more real than it ever was before. I remember picking up a pen and seeing the electric trails follow my hand, words writing themselves without a writer, energy flowing out of me and into me, everything completely at one with everything else. I remember feeling that love of this profound magnitude must be at least the sum total of the experience of having a child, to feel love to have made a thing that you would happily -- happily -- give your life to. <br> <br> I'm not sure for how long the plus-four part of this experience lasted, but at this point things went downhill a bit. <br> <br> E & H expressed a desire to explore each other, and I agreed that they should. This was fine with me and I felt happy for them as they departed for E's bedroom. I moved to the sofa. I started thinking of my girlfriend in Brooklyn, someone I had known for a long time but had only recently become sexually involved with. I watched myself find my cell phone, turn it on, and call her. <br> <br> She picked up. I told her that I loved her. I had never told her this before. The fact of the matter was that I did love her, but also that this was a profoundly inappropriate time to be saying so. I told her I had taken two hits of LSD and one tab of MDMA. I very quickly realized what I had done and felt extremely embarrassed. Before we said goodbye, she told me to take it easy and told me that the last time I took LSD it seemed to last a very long time... 'seemed like it never ended,' I think were her exact words. Things really took a negative turn here. <br> <br> <b>E'S VOICE:</b> <br> We return. B had called his girlfriend and told her he loved her for the first time. Though it appears this is harmless in retrospect, at the time it couldn't help but weigh on our minds. It was not a good decision, but on the other hand what's done is done and there are many many worse things to say to someone. We move on, though it is an added concept that is filled in the back of my head. <br> <br> There is music played, mostly H, sometimes B, some singing. The Mountain Goats mainly. I've already forgotten which song specifically - someone list here if remembered. <i>[H's Note: The name of the song is 'Linda Blair Was Born Innocent'.]</i> <br> <br> At one point B says he understands why these drugs are illegal. The more time I have to reflect on that idea and on my own emotional state, I'm not so sure. It in fact strikes me that if one could modify these drugs so that they were much like cigarettes -- harmful over the course of a life time and intensely addictive -- a government could easily control an entire population, enslaving it in much the same way as in <i>Brave New World</i>. As I walked through the rain today, I was forced to ask myself: If I was able to access that mindstate as easily as picking up a pack of cigarettes after a day's work, would I choose, quite voluntarily, to become a slave? It's a scary thought, and it makes me worry about the joy of what we have felt. Perhaps it's my personality, but after several days of total sobriety I can't deny that I miss it and want to repeat it -- at times almost urgently. It is controllable, completely, but the desire is there and I suspect will remain until time works its magic and the memories fade. <br> <br> <b>B'S VOICE:</b> <br> Time was already moving strangely. I wasn't sure what had happened already and what hadn't happened yet, which is an awkward way of saying that time seemed to be moving backwards and forwards. I remembered that I had taken LSD at least ten days prior. I could not, however, figure out what happened in the intervening ten days. With what my girlfriend said on the phone about it lasting a long time, I started thinking that I had taken LSD ten days ago and never come down, that I was still high... and how long had I been in Philadelphia, anyway? Wait. How old was I? How long has this been going on? <br> <br> I got worried. <br> <br> E and H returned and we all went to E's bedroom together. I noodled with the guitar, but I didn't really know what I was doing. E or H asked me how long I had been playing, but I didn't understand how I was supposed to interpret the question: A while. Never. Presently. I remained mute and shifted my head side-to-side and shrugged. There were more questions. Words simply escaped me. I was not sure if I was usually able to speak... And who were E and H and how long had I known them? Why were they asking me all of these questions? Were they trying to coax words out of me? And again, what happened in the intervening ten since I last took LSD? <br> <br> I got paranoid. <br> <br> I believed -- and I use the word 'believe' in a very loose sense, because these beliefs were qualitatively different from other beliefs -- that E & H were sort of paternal figures for me. I wasn't sure how old I was, but I seemed to think that I was quite young and generally incapable of speaking, and that E & H were trying to help me learn to speak. But for all of their questions, I either had no opinion, or no words, or believed that there was a 'correct' answer and that I was being 'tested.' The idea of being tested frightened me. I noodled with the guitar and tried strumming certain chords in order to try to convey what I was feeling. It was a relief to have the guitar as a sort of nonverbal outlet. <br> <br> And I could sing. H played the guitar and I sang along a bit. This felt good and was indeed very grounding, but real verbal communication was too much. In short, I was frightened and confused, did not know where I existed in space or time, and couldn't comprehend how the events of the previous week led up to me being in Philadelphia. Additionally, I had no idea how long I had been high. It could have been years. I had no reference points. I was lost. <br> <br> I tumbled through various delusions in my own head about who E & H were, who I was, why we were together in this place, and how long we'd been here. My broken clavicle no longer ached, and so I thought I was an opiate addict since a drug had taken away the pain. I was asked to read a comic, and so I thought I was illiterate. When I was coaxed into answering simple questions, I thought I was mute. I was provided with water and so I believed that I only drank water and didn't eat food. I experienced a complex delusion of alcoholism, wherein my concepts of alcohol and water became interchangeable, and I believed that my perception of the liquids was incorrect, and that whatever procedure I was presently being made subject to was in order to cure my alcoholism. I saw the scars on my body from my recent bicycle accident and worried that I had inflicted this harm on myself intentionally. I remembered the accident. Had I crashed on purpose? The thought was (and upon reflection, still is) terrifying. I knew that there was something very wrong with me, and that we were conducting an intensive psychoanalysis that forced me to delve into my subconscious mind and into this world I was inhabiting but couldn't understand. Most of all, I felt like I was a child and that E and H were here to try to help me. <br> <br> Eventually, the effects began to wind down, my delusions ceased, the fear subsided. I regained the ability to speak. I was no longer a child. And despite it going against the plan, I kind of wanted another one of those blue pills. <br> <br> <b>E'S VOICE:</b> <br> This intimacy with others lasts and stays powerful. Though we are coming down, I still feel a sense of closeness and relief to have touched on something so beautiful. Towards the end we are lying on my bed. B suggests doing a second one. We agree. Later after I have snorted a part of a pill - a perfect definition of the word unpleasant or simply foul - off my 'learn guitar' book I realize that I do not want more of this, that it is time to even out a bit. It is perhaps a mistake to be the odd man out as B & H both finish their other pills. I am coming down and it is happening fast and hard. Too quick for me to even realize until it is too late, I feel myself exposed, overly so, despite one being my lover and the other a long time friend and confidant. As they are rising again, to a less intense degree, I am shutting them out and losing myself in my own mind. For a while I cannot speak except to offer the occasional reassurance that I'm fine and well, which is true. I feel jealous of their state but also relieved to be in my own head again. For a while I am happy to follow them in body while my mind begins to categorize, sort, search, and make sense of all that has happened to it. I feel awkward but not terrible. B and H are both very kind to me as I slip further and further out of it. I am not use to such intensity nor did I realize how much I would like it. I feel the need to pull back, a feeling that remains for several hours. <br> <br> <b>H'S VOICE:</b> <br> At some point, B and I discussed how having experiences like this with other people [especially when a little younger than now] opens a door that may or may not be ready to open. Deep connections are made. They remain, though time passes and people grow apart. A giant hole in space opens, a golden marble is accidentally dropped inside: then the hole closes, the point of gold (the bond) remaining. I had friends and relationships like this in college. I don't necessarily regret them, but they certainly weren't naturally deep -- the opening of the senses through drugs made them pre-emptively intense, and permitted them to exist longer than they ought to have. <br> <br> <b>E'S VOICE:</b> <br> While I'm spacey, we head out to H's place to change the environment and hang out with her cat. I stay quiet and withdrawn; once again it does not come from a hostile place but the need to be emotionally alone for a bit. I don't remember too many details: B & H left to smoke cigarettes, I stayed, we all went out to the front porch to enjoy the cool night air, and finally headed back to my place. We stopped by Dock Street first to fill up a Growler with beer. B and I hang out, he offers to talk. I assure him I am fine. After we go home, they pour some beers and I head upstairs. I don't have any beer -- my abstinence here turns out to be a fantastically terrible choice. <br> <br> In my room with the door locked I am finally alone and face many personal demons -- items that for now will stay private. I light some candles and turn on music, working my way through these very sudden and very strong feelings. They come in waves, exploding and retreating. B & H both stop in to comfort. I push them away for a while longer. H finally comes in, but I have no words for her at the moment. I am disconnected and lost. She is sad - I am empty. I go downstairs for a drink and to see my roomies. I down three shots of frozen vodka and a lager Black & Tan. Ten minutes later the alcohol is working its way through my system and rapidly cutting away the emptiness. Warmth and endearment begin to set in, along with a sense of empowerment. No longer a victim of circumstance, I'm able to finally pull myself together enough to relate to others again. I'm impressed by the power of the booze, it really made me feel okay. H and I talk a great deal. Eventually I swing by B who is near asleep to offer my apology for being so far away. Laid back, he appears calm about the whole situation. With H I smoke the best tasting cigarette of my life -= an unfiltered. D'oh. I quit over a year ago. Totally worth it though. Then, sleep? I'm not sure if there was any intervening events, the last one I really remember is smoking that cigarette. Possibly we drank some more beer, but then off to bed for a much needed sleep. <br> <br> <b>SIX DAYS LATER:</b> <br> <br> <b>B:</b> <br> Sunday and Monday were been rough, largely dominated by an unspecific sort of anxiety, an antsy boredom to do something/anything. By Tuesday, things had levelled off and I was left with a fantastic after-glow, general feeling of confidence, a feeling that I had a deep understanding of myself. I'm not afraid to offer advice or speak confidently. Everything feels right and good. I feel as though my life had previously been riding on rails, and that a possibility for dramatic change for my future has opened. This doesn't feel entirely comfortable. I'd say that my life in the months prior to this experience were 'comfortable.' Now I feel like I'm on a mission. It's good. <br> <br> I would be curious to repeat this with bk-MDMA instead of the mystery street pills I'd acquired. I think the more grounded character of bk-MDMA would be a fantastic complement for using LSD in this sort of setting. I would also probably lower the LSD dosage to 1 hit. I was overwhelmed. I would also keep valium on hand, and would probably abstain from smoking marijuana, at least until things have pretty much tapered off. <br> <br> Incidentally, I have not felt the desire to drink alcohol since this experience. <br> <br> <b>H:</b> <br> This past week I have had very little urge to drink - I have had a great urge to stay sharp and busy. I've felt great warmth for my family and friends but my dreams are often nightmares, or very vivid and desperate. Things that give me joy are particularly joyful: today my bike ride to work stimulated just like the old days. I can't help but sense, however, that my engagement with these elements of my life is a willful distraction. From what, though? And is this mere residual gratitude from the drug or a real change? Some pockets of emptiness will strike me at moments. Overall, however, I feel more confident & interested in engaging strangers---something I don't typically do with consistency. I am struck also by the lack of art in my life, something B and I discussed in E's room after our peak. 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<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <p>I had always been curious about psychedelic drugs. When I was younger I never thought I would actually try anything like LSD, but there was always a curiosity, brought about by images in the media portraying the crazy visual hallucinations people can have when under the influence of certain substances. I have been an avid pot-smoker for about four years, and about six months ago, I tried mushrooms for the first time (a half-eighth). I will never forget this first experience I had, as I walked through this magical forest where everything was beautiful, and where I felt completely one with everything around me. Since then, I have done mushrooms two more times: once at Bonnaroo (unremarkable compared to my first trip, but still a good experience) and again at an STS9 concert at Red Rocks Amphitheater. Here, I experienced my first true hallucinations. The rocks were making faces at me, laughing down at me, and the sky had turned into an incredible kaleidoscopic pattern. This was the only time I have ever really experienced ego death. Although somewhat frightening at times, I could feel the music through my whole body, and it was one of the most intense experiences of my life...but amazing!</p> <br> <br> <p>Anyway, onto the real story (I could write pages about my shroom trips but they were insignificant compared to my trip on LSD). Just a warning, this might get kind of long, but hopefully it’s helpful. I know I read dozens of these experiences before I tried acid, and I feel like they prepared me well. About a month ago, my friend B and I were planning on going to a dubstep concert, and we were trying to score some mushrooms for it. We searched and searched, but nobody could hook us up. However, one of our friends said she could get us some acid. After my most recent mushroom experience, I felt as though I could handle just about anything, and I had been curious about acid for a really long time, so we decided to go for it. B had tried it before but didn’t trip that hard because it was weak acid, but our friend assured us that this was good shit.</p> <br> <br> <p>As the night of the show approached, I was very excited, but admittedly, a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be? Even though I had butterflies in my stomach, I felt like I was physically and mentally ready for whatever the acid trip would throw at me. I had the mindset that if I could look at any aspect of the trip positively, there was no way I would have a bad trip. Besides, my most recent shroom trip had been so intense, and so incredible, that I couldn’t imagine encountering any visions or feelings on acid that I couldn’t look at positively. Most people would have freaked the fuck out if two giant cliffs were making faces at them and laughing down on them, but I had taken it in stride, and even found it hilarious.</p> <br> <br> <p>The day of the show: I sat through class all day not hearing a word my professors muttered, anxiously awaiting the Ginza show, and my first LSD experience. After class, my friend B called me up and informed me that he had a family emergency, and had to go home for the weekend, so he couldn’t go to the show. I was really bummed, I had been looking forward to tripping with him, and I wasn’t sure if I still wanted to do it. It’s a good thing my friend, N, said she would drive us to the show, otherwise I would have had nobody to go with. I asked her if she wanted a hit of acid, but she declined, saying she wouldn’t be able to drive us home if she was tripping. Good point. I really wanted to do the acid because I had been looking forward to it all week, but I was apprehensive about tripping alone. I was nervous, but I was more than confident that I would have a good trip. I had done a lot of research about acid, and I knew that it would agree with me, but everything I read cautioned me about tripping alone. We drove down, smoked a few bowls, and then decided to go to the show. I had the acid in my pocket, and I decided to chill for a little. I would get to the concert, and feel it out: if I was digging the vibes of the show, I would drop the acid.</p> <br> <br> <p>The moment I walked in the door, I immediately decided I wanted to trip there. The main room was uncrowded, and had a lounge area with comfy couches. There were black lights, and a crazy lightshow going on, and interesting paintings and stuff to look at on the walls. There was also another room next to the main one with all kinds of statues and paintings, and just cool shit to look at. Not only that, but there was another stage outside with a different band playing. Oh yeah, did I mention there was also a game room with pinball and air hockey, and all kinds of other fun stuff? After exploring the place for a bit, I decided it was a great place to trip out, and it was time to drop the acid.</p> <br> <br> <p>10:00pm. I was a bit nervous, so I decided to only take one of the two hits I had, and take the other if I wasn’t tripping that hard in like an hour. My heart was racing as I put the little piece of paper in my mouth, but once I did, it all subsided. It didn’t taste like anything, but it felt strange, almost tingly and cold on my tongue. The journey begins here. I sat talking with my friend for a little while, looking around at everything in the room, I remember thinking, “in about two hours, this place is going to look very different.” I had no idea how right I was. After about 45 minutes had passed, I was feeling really good. I had a nice body high, and the music sounded great. I couldn’t tell if it was the acid, or if the lightshow was just really trippy, but I didn’t care, I was having a good time. At this point I was still having normal conversations with my friend, N, and other people in the bar, but I couldn’t help but notice that everyone’s faces looked very three-dimensional, and almost plastic-like. We went outside to check out the other band, and they were awesome too. It was really hot inside, so we chilled outside listening to the other band for a while. I was really high at this point, but I wasn’t having any hallucinations, and I was still concretely in this world, so I decided to take the other hit.</p> <br> <br> <p>11:30pm. I casually popped the other piece of blotter in my mouth. N and I decided to go inside and play some air hockey. I sucked at it because I was captivated by the vivid trails left behind by the neon colored puck. I lost but I didn’t give a shit, I was too enamored with all the cool paintings on the wall. All the paintings now seemed more lifelike and three-dimensional. I could see the smallest details in everything: things that I would never usually notice. Looking at an empty spot of wall, I could now see the patterns made by the cinderblocks under the paint in more dimension than you could imagine. It was like I had HD vision. I realized I had left to go to the bathroom a really long time ago, and I had just gotten distracted by all the cool stuff, so I went back outside and joined N. The band outside was a huge contrast to the dubstep inside. They were playing old-style hippy jam band type of music, and had all kinds of horns and saxophones: this is the best sounding music I have ever heard in my entire life. I had a perpetual smile and couldn’t stop dancing to the music. I was in total and utter amazement at how good the music sounded. It was almost as if my brain were having a constant orgasm for the entire concert. My smile felt bigger than my face, and I could feel the music through my entire body...even more so than when I was on shrooms at red rocks.</p> <br> <br> <p>I looked at the ground and it was covered with an incredible pattern. It was not kaleidoscopic, but stationary, almost like a pattern on a fancy wallpaper. I looked up at the tree above me, and the leaves were dangling above my head, almost like they were trying to reach out and tickle me. I found this hilarious, and I kept pointing these things out to N, only to realize she couldn’t see them. She was experiencing an entirely different show than me. I wished so badly that I had someone to share this experience with, because any time I would try to tell N something, she would just laugh at me like I was crazy. It was difficult to have conversation now. I kept thinking of a million things at once, and when I started to say it, I would just forget where I was going: my brain had already moved on to a different subject. My arms felt really weird, almost like tight and stiff, but I didn’t really care because I was having such an amazing time.</p> <br> <br> <p>We went back inside, and the lightshow was more intense than ever. The whole room was purple, and I felt like I was in space or something. The dubstep music was literally fucking my mind: It sounded like alien music and it was just so odd but so moving, I just could not get over how amazing it sounded. No, not sounded. I wasn’t hearing music anymore, I was feeling it: absorbing it with my whole body. It was a three-hour mind orgasm, there’s no better way to describe it. I remember at one point, N asked me what time I wanted to leave. I replied, “Time? I don’t care about time. Time isn’t real, it’s an entity made up by man, and all it does is cause problems.” I then realized she was probably bored by now. I was having the time of my life, and she was probably tired of it and ready to leave. I wanted so badly for her to be in the same state of mind as me, and I realized I would never be able to explain to her how I felt at that moment. I am trying my best to explain it now, but words truly do not do justice to the LSD experience. I guess the best word to sum up the whole experience is, “whoooooooaaaaaaaaaahh.”</p> <br> <br> <p>Anyway, the concert came to an end and it was time to go home. We exited the building and everything seemed so bright, even though it was 2 in the morning. It looked entirely different than on the way in, and I had no idea where we had parked. I felt really bad that I’d just had such an incredible experience, and N had just been like sitting there bored. I kept apologizing and asking her if she had a good time. She said yes, but I couldn’t help but think she was just trying to make me feel better. She reassured me that she had fun too, and she put on some music. Again, I start head bobbing with a huge grin: music is my favorite thing in the world at this moment. It was hot in the car so I rolled down the window on the highway, and stuck my head out of it. It was the single most refreshing moment of my life. The cold wind blew all of the troubles out of my mind and I was left content.</p> <br> <br> <p>She dropped me off at my apartment building and I went inside. The stone tile floor looked so trippy, the rock grains flowing around. As I went up the stairs the echoes of my footsteps sounded like I was underwater. I walked into my cluttered apartment and thought, “fuck...what am I supposed to do now?” I was still tripping hard and both my roommates were asleep, and I was just all alone in my frustratingly messy apartment. Everything looked warped, like in a fun house mirror. First thing’s first, I decided to put on some music, and I went outside on my porch, where I liked the atmosphere a lot better (it faces the woods).</p> <br> <br> <p>I grabbed my bong and packed up the bowl. It was the last of my weed. I had about a half bowl and that was it. I looked at my empty weed bag: devastated. I kept thinking I saw another piece in there but whenever I reached in to get it, it would disappear. I was really sad that I was out of weed, but whatever, I’ll just smoke it. I took a bong hit, and as I held it in, all the leaves on the trees next to my porch just curled up into a crazy pattern, a lot like the leaves dangling above me at the concert. With each bong hit the visuals got crazier and crazier, and I found it hilarious!</p> <br> <br> <p>I had the idea to go get my acoustic bass, and I started playing. Improvisation never came to me so easily, and the strings felt like butter on my fingers: I was incredibly entertained. There is a Bob Marley poster and a Jimi Hendrix poster on my wall, and their facial expressions seemed to keep changing. Could it be? Here are two of my idols, the two greatest musicians in history, right here on my wall, grinning in approval of my music.</p> <br> <br> <p>I wasn’t hungry, but I decided I wanted to have a flavor in my mouth. I squirted a drop of honey in my mouth, and it was the sweetest, most delicious thing I had ever tasted.</p> <br> <br> <p>It was then that I remembered that when I was on shrooms at Bonnaroo, my friend and I spent like 2 hours drawing with magic markers, and it felt so cool! I didn’t have markers, but I grabbed a pen and some paper and started going to town. I like doing art anyway, but the satisfaction of drawing while on acid was just incredible. I had no idea what I was going to draw, and I thought it would turn out to be total crap, but I didn’t care. I would make a mark and watch the ink bleed onto the paper and take shape. I would expand the mark and it would turn into something else, then something else, just growing and growing. It was like the drawing was unfolding before me, revealing itself to me bit by bit. I didn’t have to think about it, and I was not creating the drawing, it was more like I was just unveiling the art from the blank page. My hand was moving but I wasn’t controlling it: it was just revealing the drawing to me little by little, but I wished more than anything in the world that I had some colors. My mind was racing. So many different feelings and emotions poured out onto the page. It was like five minutes worth of thought process packed into five seconds...end on end for ten hours, and it could all be summed up by, “wooooaaahhhhh.”</p> <br> <br> <p>I kept having these incredible realizations after realizations about the world and the universe, and myself. It was like every great realization lead to another one, but at the end of every realization loop was the incredible realization that nothing I had just thought of made sense, and I was just on acid. About halfway through my drawing I realized that it was going to turn out really cool. I was creating art without even being conscious of what I was doing. That was when my mind revealed to me the most incredible realization of them all: It doesn’t matter what I do, and it doesn’t matter how I get there, but in the end everything works out. I had just been aimlessly scribbling on a piece of paper for what seemed like hours and it was turning into an incredible piece of art. I realized I could put whatever the fuck I wanted on the page and it would be art, no matter what it was. Anything at all, I could do it and it would be awesome. In the midst of all this, I wrote on the back of the page:</p> <br> <blockquote><p>It can be whatever I want it to be,<br> <br> Whatever I want it to be can be art.<br> <br> I get lost in the_____________????????<br> <br> Music never sounds so clear as if<br> <br> Daylight broke too soon.</p></blockquote> <br> <p>There are question marks and scribbles all over the back of the page and then:</p> <br> <blockquote><p>…and that’s how to describe ACID</p></blockquote> <br> <br> <p>The first two lines have to do with my realization that it doesn’t matter what I do, it will turn out good either way. I get lost in the...well everything really. I didn’t even know what to put because there were a million things going through my head. Music had never sounded so clear to me, and I kept picturing the sun bursting above the dark horizon...daylight breaking too soon. At the bottom of the page I wrote, “I WISH I HAD SOME COLORS!” I wished I had some colors that night even more than I wish I could upload my drawing along with this story. I am truly more proud of this drawing than any other piece of art I have ever done.</p> <br> <br> <p>Everything was so significant that night: like every little detail of everything! I even wrote at the bottom of the back of my drawing, “Everything is so significent. Magnificent? Significent.” And yes it was spelled wrong. I looked at it after I wrote it and thought that it didn’t look right. “Is that really a word? Sig-ni-fi-sent. Like magnificent? Well everything’s magnificent right now too, but what the hell is that word?” I couldn’t think of the correct pronunciation of the word. “Oh well, maybe it’s not a word, maybe I just made it up in my head. Language is obsolete, and words are just useless, they don’t mean as much as they are intended to mean.” I was seriously convinced that significant was not a real word, and that my mind had fabricated it just like my distorted visions and crazy thoughts, and the abstract piece of art that had revealed itself to me.</p> <br> <br> <p>I was finished drawing, I was bored with playing bass, and it was cold as fuck outside. I was still tripping hard but I had no idea what to do. I had done all I could do with this trip and now I just want to be done, but there was no way I could fall asleep yet. I looked at my watch. 4:20am, and I don’t have any more fucking weed. Well shit, what do I do now? I was officially bored with tripping and I just wanted it to be over so I could go to sleep. I remembered how awesome honey tasted, so I squirted some more in my mouth. It was waayyyyyyyy too sweet, it almost hurt my mouth it was such an overpowering taste. I decided to take a shower: that will kill some time.</p> <br> <br> <p>I walked into my bathroom and when I looked in the mirror, it was not me in the reflection. I mean obviously it was me but it didn’t look like me. I looked like a fucking lunatic: like an insane psychopath. “How is this decision going to affect my life? What is happening to the world?” I felt like my entire idea of reality was just falling apart. I put on some music and hopped in the shower. The warm water comforted me, and I started to feel better. I realized, “what the hell, I’m still tripping so I might as well enjoy it.” I was smiling, moving to the music again, thinking positive thoughts. I became amazed by the patterns made by the wet and dry parts of my shower curtain, and water droplets looked distorted and split up into a symmetrical arrangement. I sat in the bottom of my shower for what seemed like hours, just thinking about the crazy night I just had. My whole idea of reality was just shattered; I realized there was so much more to the world than what I had previously thought. Was I going insane? No, no, I’m just on acid.</p> <br> <br> <p>I got out of the shower and dried off, and put on some comfortable clothes. I made myself a cup of tea and sat out on my porch, as I watched the sun start to come up. I felt great! So comfortable and refreshed after my shower, and soothed by my hot tea. For the first time in my life, I was completely and totally at peace. I had made it through my acid trip and had an incredible time: it was a night I would never forget. I gained so much insight from this experience, and I felt like I had grown as a person. I went to sleep around 6:30am, exhausted, but incredibly happy and peaceful.</p> <br> <br> <p>I woke up at 8:00am and I had an incredible amount of energy, considering I had been up all night tripping balls. I walked out of my room and looked around my messy, cluttered apartment. I felt really good: I wasn’t tripping anymore, but I was definitely off baseline. I couldn’t hang out in my messy apartment; I had to go somewhere else. I put in some headphones and just started walking. Nowhere in particular, I was just walking; thinking. Everything looked so vibrant and beautiful! I walked around the woods for about two hours just thinking about all the insight I had gained from my trip, and how I could relate it to everyday life, and just admiring the beauty this world has to offer. I realized everything in the world has this inner psychedelic beauty that has always been there, but I just didn’t notice it until after I tripped on acid. Even now, about a month later, I still sometimes look at something and realize how trippy and beautiful it is. I wouldn’t call it a flashback, but some things like this just remind me of my acid trip.</p> <br> <br> <p>I feel like after this experience I am more open to abstract thinking, and I have realized that sometimes you can’t plan things out, you just have to go with the flow, and whatever you do it will probably turn out for the best. I would not recommend LSD to just anybody, because I can definitely see how some people may think they are going crazy or have a bad trip, but if you can look at just about anything in a positive way, and you don’t let things bother you, you should definitely try it. With the right mindset and setting I really learned a lot about myself and the world from LSD. It is not something I would want to do all the time, but I really want to trip again in a few months. From my experience the most important thing to remember is that the point of LSD, or mushrooms for that matter, is not just to get fucked up. These drugs are not like alcohol or MDMA, where I just get fucked up and party, and have a good time. Psychedelics really expanded my mind and made me look at the world in a whole new light. I had an incredibly awesome time tripping on acid, but I also learned a lot, and I feel like I am a more mature and insightful person after this great experience.</p><!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 88486</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 4, 2012</td><td>Views: 145,587</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=88486&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=88486&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Glowing Experiences (4), 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">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This experienced happened five days ago as of this writing. I was enjoying tripping pretty much once a week, and decided to keep up the spirit here. I was also so pumped because of how my Bicycle Day trip had gone that I really wanted to take another large dose of LSD. A friend had recently dropped off some more strips with me, three of which I had been told beforehand were 'weirdly cut'. Generally they're just a bit thinner than regular ten strips, but one of them was actually a bit longer, maybe around eleven hits or a little more, though it got quite thin at that point. That's why I've decided to list this as about seven to nine hits, because I would feel confident in saying that it was at least seven or eight but not necessarily more; nine would be a generous estimate. The first thing I decided to do was just take this strip at T+0:00 and see how it hit me. I had also been smoking weed all day and continued to while waiting for this dose to kick in. <br> <br> I had actually felt just a little bit sick before dosing, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to dose any higher than this yet. I could already feel before too long that my stomach was not happy with what I had done. This turned out to only be a phase during the comeup though, and once the LSD was starting to run in full force I actually started feeling a lot better. I was texting my friend about how this thin strip was actually still pretty strong despite its size, and I was happy with it. My mind was racing out of control like it usually does with high LSD doses, and at T+1:45 I decided that I was feeling good enough that I wanted to take more, so I took some more of my regularly cut hits, though I actually cut them out wrong and so I took a little bit higher of a dose that I intended to (in my phone notes I wrote '5.2 hits'). So all in all, I probably took somewhere around thirteen hits or so. I continued smoking weed and I felt this second dose kicking up pretty quickly, and then things started to get trippy. <br> <br> There was a pattern I was getting that was covering all of my vision, which was a big spiral whirlwind that had several ghostly blue arms reaching out of it at several points. This type of hallucination is actually something I've in the past only gotten by combining LSD and salvia; I guess I no longer need the latter to reach this place on the former, to a degree anyway. This hit me very hard because these hallucinations were much more three-dimensional than the ones I normally get on LSD, even if not as intense visually as some have been for me. I got up and went to the bathroom and when I was in there suddenly things became very much like Alice and Wonderland for a moment. On LSD whenever I hallucinate *anything* it's only ever been a reflection of some personality trait recognizable inside of me, on a superficial level, like representations of my sexuality just personified through projected images of myself in different psychedelic clothing styles. This time however, though that reflection was still there on a symbolic level, my hallucinations were starting to take on some level of independent form. As I saw myself in the mirror I felt like I was being followed my some kinds of ghosts or demons, and for a second I felt my perception beginning to 'turn' as if I was about to start slipping into a delirium, but then it suddenly let up. I have experienced this delirium before when I took twenty hits of LSD years ago, which is generally characterized for me by watching my body act out various ritualistic movements from a third person perspective though feeling it like it's happening in first person, but that time it wasn't accompanied by this same level of vivid hallucination; even back then I knew that everything I saw on my trips was just a visual and a reflection of something within me, but this trip had finally started to push that. I started to wonder what it would be like to go back to that level of delirium I had before with this new level of hallucination.... <br> <br> I returned to bed and tried to get music playing on my laptop but it wouldn't work, so I had to struggle with it for a few minutes. Eventually I gave up because I couldn't figure it out and went to grab a different one instead (there are multiple here). I honestly can't even remember much of the music I listened to, or much about the first phase of the trip that can actually be conveyed through words. My thoughts were reeling as they drifted further and further into nonsense. A constant stream of beautiful visions consisting of colors from the entire rainbow spectrum was exploding out of the center of my vision and into my surroundings, and these visions were representative of the many different concepts that my mind was searching through all at once with its word salad database dump that was my train of thought. The amount of different emotions and feelings and perceptions I was taking in at once was overwhelming and made me feel as though LSD is one of the psychedelics that can truly take you to infinity. Several times I thought to myself (in some instinctive way or another) that so much of this truly could not be explained no matter how hard I tried. There comes a point when most are all of the experience is perceptual in a way that you just never come across in ordinary consciousness. But again though, even for most of this trip I was still lucid enough to handle reality perfectly well whenever I needed to... with the only exception being those brief moments of delirium, which I've really never experienced on this level before from any psychedelic, including DMT which I have yet to have a full breakthrough on. I was, though, thinking that I might be ready for those kinds of trips now.... <br> <br> At one point I got up to walk around the house, just because I had so much energy. In the dark living room, the furniture was doing my usual LSD thing of transforming into people lying around the room, and some of the furniture was just changing to have people lying or sitting on them. These perceptions seemed a little more random than they normally do, I think again reflecting the fact that I was at the point where they were going from just being reflections to being more like actual entities. There was a point when I went back into my room that just for a brief moment I was completely fooled by a hallucination: I got up off of my bed, and suddenly a very close friend of mine was in the room with me, the first person who I ever came out to about being transgender. She simply smiled at me, and suddenly the craziness of thoughts whirling out of control I had been experiencing up until that moment calmed, like just taking a quick breath of fresh air before diving back in. This hallucination passed almost as quickly as it appeared, but that one moment was all it took to have a profound impact on me. Never before have I had an entity hallucination that I had no doubts about whatsoever and just fully believed, not on a psychedelic, a dissociative, a deliriant, or salvia.... Even on diphenhydramine, which I used stupid amounts of years ago, I had gotten to the point where hallucinations were that dream-like in design but I always remembered at least on some level that they weren't real. This time, I actually felt the full emotion of having my friend there with me. Immediately after I came out of it, I had the impression left with me that the reason I had seen her specifically was because back when I still had a lot of psychological issues I was working on talking to her always helped me sort of calm the craziness in my mind. I was filled with a love and appreciation for her as a friend and sent her a message about how thankful I am to know her. <br> <br> This experience really made me want to explore full breakthrough psychedelic doses even more than I already did, and it gave me even more respect for the way that LSD allows me to go deeper and deeper with each experience; I'm betting that these experiences will come to me even more easily in the future. Another thing this trip really made me realize is just how much other hallucinogens can open up entirely new doors on psychedelics that you might otherwise not have seen without them, like the way that I now seem to be able to get effects from LSD alone that I formerly got from combining LSD with salvia. I had been planning to go a little crazy with the LSD I still have left just since right now I know it's actually legit and potent and just keep taking large doses until I run out to sort of celebrate my return to tripping this much, but now I'm left more with a desire to try to use LSD combined with as many other things as possible both to bring out their effects more and the further my relationship with LSD. I am honestly getting tired of focusing on the large doses as well; not that they aren't fantastic, but I just need a little variety in my life too. The time I got to mix LSD with 4-HO-DiPT recently however was pretty awesome.... I would like to explore that chemical by itself more too, and then take a higher (more visionary) dose of both the LSD and the 4-HO-DiPT to see how they really play together. I thought that the kinds of visuals they produced together and with nitrous oxide were already apparent in my next LSD trip that included neither, and this reminded me very much of the way that there's a visual effect I never once got on LSD until I combined it with a high dose of mushrooms, and now I've gotten it every time since. I feel like after this trip these combinations are probably how I'll use the rest of my supply instead, getting to enjoy other psychedelics alone and then together with LSD. <br> <br> After a while the craziness started to calm down a bit and I stopped thinking so much about breakthroughs and combinations. The LSD was shifting into its more stimulating and nootropic phase for me and my mind was becoming filled with various ideas. I started to theorize about just what psychedelics are (in relation to different states of consciousness) and fit it into why I tend to get certain effects from various substances of why I'm able to go deeper into some than others. I had started to think that for a long time the reason that LSD was always able to take me so much further out than other psychedelics is because the psychedelic state is so sexual for me, and I have been repressed in this way for a long time, but the directly sexual effects of LSD such as through dopamine receptors help me to open up more easily than I might with other psychedelics. But now that I'm actually starting to overcome these issues, I'm starting to think that I may be able to get more out of different drugs as well. I thought a lot about infinity some more too and my mind drifted to 5-MeO-DMT. I've never tried it, but suddenly the idea of an infinite white light just made sense, because I understood that it's not just white, it's just that white is the result of taking EVERYTHING and projecting it all at once. I tried to fit this too into my psychedelic framework as I thought about how psychedelic states of consciousness may have played a role in religious experiences throughout history. I certainly came out of this phase feeling thought psychedelics are certainly something very 'divine', whatever your beliefs may be, in a human context or otherwise. <br> <br> The hallucinations began to die down I believe some time around eight to ten hours in, but the stimulation lasted for a very long time afterward, as did residual visuals. I feel like this trip lasted a little longer as a reflection of it being a deeper trip than I'm used to, as I was still feeling something more than just an afterglow up to some fourteen hours after dosing, which is more than normal for me. The mood that this trip has left me in is basically that before I really wanted to go all out with LSD more, but now I really want to explore what other psychedelics can give me more as well. I'm also much more interested in combinations, because different psychedelics really do bring amazing things out of each other which don't seem to go away afterward, and I'd like to start building up a strong relationship with all of them, the good ones anyway. I think this is probably the pattern of use I'll stick to for a while (and not leaving out the nitrous anymore!), and then I'll start using DMT again to try to go for a breakthrough. This experience feels like it just gave me a taste of what's to come in that sense. <br> <br> So, this probably will be my last really high dose LSD experience for now. I can't say I won't miss them.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2014</td><td width="90">ExpID: 103280</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 19, 2014</td><td>Views: 38,034</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=103280&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=103280&format=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) : General (1), Combinations (3), Entities / Beings (37), 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">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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Overview details written approximately 2 months after the experience; majority of report written the day following. <br> <br> 30 year old male; 2009. I am familiar with several psychedelics and experienced to the point that I am comfortable taking them alone in moderate doses. I have taken LSD three times. Light breakfast. No herbal supplements, unusual foods, prescription drugs, etc. I spend the weeks before thinking a bit about what I want to get out of the experience, in what is becoming an annual ritual. <br> <br> The purity of LSD is rarely a consideration and I consider this material well assayed by friends. Dosage is supposed to be 1 dose (100µg) per drop but I of course lack tools to verify this. I've taken one dose of what was indicated to be 100µg from this source before, and this time took two as that experience was pleasant but never left ++ territory. <br> <br> The physical effects of LSD are relatively familiar and in any case not interesting to me in this case so I encourage reading other LSD descriptions for that. <br> <br> --- Begin <br> <br> It's a sunny day in the middle of a window of rainy ones - my good fortune (and good planning). We sit outside, getting a late start around 10am. 200µg (approx) in tapwater-brewed 'Splashdown' tea in the back yard with L–. Sunny morning. I am excited but apprehensive, though I'm not sure why. I have a vague worry that I'm not in the proper mindset for this, as dissatisfied as I am with some life fundamentals - work, money, and the like. Fascinating that after 15 minutes the LSD is completely metabolized in the body and nothing has 'happened' yet. Neural explosions are beginning, cascading upward to consciousness. <br> <br> I've edited this document after the fact; such additions (almost solely additions) are [bracketed]. <br> <br> I have two 'goals' in mind, if that's the right word. I don't press, only offer up a subject and see if it is taken up. I am interested in understanding more my relationship with my body; specifically, my asymmetry and the pain I feel in my hands and back and head. I have realized that frequently my frustration and bad mood are the product of pain I am so inured to that I am consciously unaware of it. I'd also like to understand why I don't feel hungry often enough, and in general repair my connection to my body, damaged by illnesses and attendant emotional struggle. <br> <br> I'd also like to understand how I can proceed with my study of science; it seems a pointless exercise, arbitrary and capricious. I love science, and I am amazed to discover that not only do most people involved in it not revel in it, but that they are absolutely rigid with anxiety and fear, and caught up in their social/political academic game. I don't know if I care to succeed at it at the cost of participating in their model, whether it is worth the stress of the degree program, and how I can justify researching tiny details of such a huge world to little real avail. <br> <br> -- <br> <br> My alert is as always a slight lightness at the brow and a tickle in my shoulders and a desire to take full, deep breaths rather than what seem like habitual shallow ones. <br> <br> The onset consists of waves of the sensation - my attention begins to detach, wander, and small details of the landscape jump out. The lines of a leaf are more vibrant, the regularity of the lattice behind the plants becomes especially salient and clear. I feel euphoric, and my shoulders drop and I relax. I am tempted to laugh out loud. <br> <br> Sound is a clear indicator; the air becomes crystalline, and my field of perception becomes spherical and much larger. I am not hearing with my [attention-limited] ears any longer, but with my whole perception. I can hear a dog barking echoing from the wall over my right shoulder from the window to my left, a truck downshifting on XX street a block and a half away, hear the dampening effect of the warmer, moister air next to the grass of the lawn as a tangible presence. <br> <br> Some visuals begin; straight lines become chrome-edged, curves heavily shadowed in black. In general I don't pursue visuals, favoring instead Large Thoughts. This marks the last point I find 'normal' attention forced upon me for the remainder of the experience and I decide to move inside and lie down. <br> <br> We go inside and I lie on a large pillow L– kindly sets up, in the sweet spot of the stereo. First I am in the front room; trucks going by outside are loud and obnoxious. I make small talk about the trucks and can tell I am beginning to have difficulty communicating; everything feels socially awkward, as though the timing were all off [and such chit-chat is inappropriate]. This is the incorrect way to talk, now, and I am a a bit ashamed and as always startled by how much time we spend saying such things. I am chilly, or at least trembling slightly. I sit on the pillow and L– puts the goat over me. My teeth chatter; mild nystagmus, some large-muscle tension. This phase lasts half an hour. I am happy but a bit distracted. L– helps me move to the living room to better enjoy the silence. <br> <br> The temporal progression is not clear from here out until I start to come down. I'll speak of the major experiences instead. <br> <br> The Mirror Game <br> <br> [Later voice: This is a fascinating example of dehabituation and using the insight provided by the experience as a biofeedback to examine my own body. I have a fair amount of experience with biofeedback in physical therapy.] <br> <br> I go into the bathroom, which has got to be every trip sitter's least favorite part, I am thinking to myself. What is he doing in there? Should I interrupt? The very thought that I am thinking these things [, worrying from someone else's perspective] is an indication of how strongly the tendency to imagine things from others' points of view asserts itself. One time while I am in there I am gazing into the mirror. The visual aspects of this I'll described below; here I'm concentrating on my body. <br> <br> I notice suddenly that I am standing with my weight mostly on my right leg, and that my right toes are curled slightly against the ball of my foot. It feels entirely natural or habitual but suddenly stands out. This makes my balance entirely wrong; I can feel it. I have noticed this before, but now it is clear that this throws my right shoulder up, clenches the muscles of my back and neck. My entire right side is clenched. I remember the first time I took LSD, the nerve on the bottom of my right foot being so painful. Today it is again, as is the spot between my index and middle finger. (A nerve? Have to check.) I habitually curl my foot to protect this pain. <br> <br> [Later voice: Later, I suddenly remembered a summer in childhood when I acquired a sliver of glass in this location; I cut it out myself. This strikes me as bizarre and silly but the thought leapt to mind and fits and is provided without editing.] <br> <br> I shift my weight to make it evenly balanced between my left and my right foot. My smiling face in the mirror begins to repaint itself as sinister. The stubble on my cheek grows coarser, my eyes droop, and my face in the mirror becomes a symmetric version of just the left side of my face, angry and ugly. I shift to my habitual, mechanically bad pose, and my smile returns; the stubble diminishes; I look happy and my face is right-side symmetric. <br> <br> This is not going to be easy. My body and my mind have a commitment to this unhealthy posture. <br> <br> I hesitate briefly - I feel a pressure to not do anything 'too weird'. I can't imagine why. This comes up other times as well. [The internal monitor is so strong.] I take off my shirt; I can feel warring selves who feel this is 'too weird' make my movements clumsy. I identify with the ones who are doing the shirt-removing, discard the nay-sayers. [More on the perspective of 'fractured' selves as an analogy for conscious attention later.] <br> <br> I watch my shoulders; I flex, stretch, rock my back. I grip both sides of the sink and gaze into my own eyes, and begin. I move from one foot to the other, mixing in a bit of left foot gradually, watching my visage distort and become angry. I balance and remain patient, let the torment subside, until it settles into a blend of familiar and sinister, happy and angry. The anger and sadness tug at me; like any potential focus, I can feel the pull to identify wholly, to fall into [associating with] the negative identity. To do so would mean being overwhelmed by fear or anger or tears [giving up to ridiculing myself for this exercise, or to let the awareness of the pain submerge, and lose my ability to work with it]; I can feel them welling up within me. Neither, though, is it safe or right to ignore the sadness and deny its existence. Instead I must integrate them, observe both. I can see that I am smiling. I continue this process for as long as I can. I want to reach a point of balance, then identify with it, make it my new physical condition. Again I think of the biofeedback training I've done: I need to use this state of heightened perception to identify the healthy posture so that I will recognize it later, so I can strive toward it. My perception is too clouded by pain and habit most of the time. <br> <br> There is more about this right/left symmetry in the morning, below. <br> <br> Eventually I decide I have made as much progress as I can without incurring too much cost to be useful. I am grateful to myself for this opportunity. <br> <br> Food <br> <br> L– makes me some eggs. They are perfect, just soft enough and just runny enough, with delicate traces of mint leaf and salty blue cheese, and two pieces of perfectly toasted bread, one with piquant meyer lemon preserves and the other just with sweet butter. I weep. I want to tell her they are fantastic, but every time I try it sounds so habitual, so trite. They are Good Eggs. I don't want to sound like I'm ready to converse; I just want to tell her how much I appreciate such exquisitely crafted food. I make some noise to this effect and drop it. A few moments later she appears with a glass of water, well timed. Her concern for me is enormous and perfectly phrased; not intrusive, not demanding, always only present and ready to withdraw. <br> <br> I don't want to stay on the bed where I ate; she is reading there and the presence of another person makes me itch to communicate verbally, and I am incapable of it [and don't desire it]. The failure is distracting [; it is the wrong thing to try to do]. I return to my pillow in the living room, I think; perhaps this is when I go outside. She asks if I want company and I don't, but it is hard to tell her no. I worry I will make her unhappy, by rejecting her company, by leaving when she has designed such exquisite music for me, music which has guided much of the rest of my experience. There is a lesson here, I note, in my worrying too much about my responsibility for others' feelings. <br> <br> Sex <br> <br> I'd like to make love, though it's not a strong desire. I don't suggest it for a few reasons. One, I'm not sure how I'm interacting with L–. I don't know if I would come across as a drooling barbarian. The subtle parts of sex may not work, and I don't want to just paw at her. I know this is a dangerous thought, even as I am thinking it, but decide to save it for another time. <br> <br> I also worry that it won't go well - in that it may not be the great extra-verbal bridge between us that I feel it should be. That thought scares me, and I don't want to make the risk right now. Another (or the same) lesson, another thing to discuss later with her. <br> <br> Finally, I have no idea what my attention span is. Sex may take a million years, and I may have to stop and wander off on another pressing mission. Again, I don't want to intrude. <br> <br> I do wonder, though, what an orgasm might feel like in this state. I think of what she did to me a few nights ago, and cannot fathom being on the receiving end of such pleasure again. Considering the plate of eggs made me cry, I imagine the singularity experience of orgasm - not so different in some ways from this loss of self - may gild my mind with diamonds and silver. However, it took me several minutes to thank L– for the eggs, and I think my verbal abilities amount to single words right now. I can't imagine myself croaking, 'sex?' and then waiting - or worse, wandering away. I know this will be funny later, but my tolerance for conflict [especially navigating social interaction] is very low right now so I don't pursue it further. <br> <br> God <br> <br> I saw god. Oh, should I have saved that one for last? <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I saw god. Oh, should I have saved that one for last? </div></div> <br> <br> It begins as an understanding of how I perceive and the nature of the self. I am shedding selves moment to moment, sheaves of them falling away in a spiral around 'me'. Each one is the mechanism of an individual perception, of thinking a thought. [I would say now that each one is a verb, an experience, an 'action' but more accurately an 'interaction'.] I don't associate my subjectivity with any one of them; rather my subjectivity is informed by them as a plant is by its leaves. I would say I 'dispatch' them for each purpose, but there is no separation of me from Me; rather each is created in the act of perceiving, thinking, and they are me the way my finger is me. Each little-m-me occurs at the interface, the product, of Me and Everything Else, is created by that interaction. It was like being in a shower of tumbling leaves, each a complete moment exactly the size of a perception, where perceptions can be near-instantaneous apprehension of qualia (essential blue-ness; a single figure/ground realization; flutter of an eyelid; contraction of a muscle) or more complex thoughts like an appreciation of the relationship between myself and L–. <br> <br> This was very clear in the mirror game. V1 neurons in the striate cortex are each calibrated to different time series and pattern detection - they are spatiotemporal filters of different temporal 'sizes', with different perceptual responsibilities. I can see each one functioning. The result in the mirror is a series of successive 'images'. I watched my iris and perceived each component of perception separately - blue; grey; diagonal lines; black-edge-darker/lighter border detection, each present and entire, and in each direction its neighbor another slice of qualia separated either in time or in my 'choice' of perception. This same effect was visible outside the 40-to-100 millisecond domain of V1; especially V4 stuff like spatial frequency (patterning), figure/ground detection, and up into global visual perception and even into greater cognition, and I'm reminded now of recent research that shows that not only are V2-V4 susceptible to attentional focus (citation?), but that they can influence and tune V1 but even frontal cognition can (XXXX, 2008). I'd say they're on to something. <br> <br> Subjectivity, such as my identity, is 'choosing' a branch, a spiral arm, of these shedding selves; identifying with a slice of them. This isn't a random set; it's a set that is defined by the same nature as the fractal set generation mechanism that 'creates' them in the first place. As each element of a fractal contains the same infinite complexity within as without, so does any selected subjectivity. It may feel discontinuous in time but that's from the local perspective; the relationship from above is clear, as the colored regions of a Mandelbrot fractal are related. Whichever are selected are seamlessly joined into the 'user illusion' of consciousness. <br> <br> I am a shedded self, a local function of the fractal; every branch is a pocket subjectivity the universe uses to see itself [through local interactions]. Uphill, the universe is a single entity; it is the essential subjectivity; that is to say, 'god'. It is a fractal spiral, radiating from a single pole. Capital-M-me is that singularity; as far up as I want to go, I am the entire universe. I feel love for myself, all the facets of myself. There is no perception of myself in the past, though; nothing about my childhood or really anything other than how I identify myself now, and of the rest of the world on an equal footing with my 'self'. [Future was present, though; my sense is that 'past' was present, but my only perception of the past would have been from a smaller yet self, and 'upward' was more interesting.] <br> <br> There is never a sense of another larger than me; that is, if there is nothing, there is nothing; if there is a thing, it is a subjectivity of some size, defining the axis of a spiral. Further subjectivities may exist [alternate branches of this larger whole - some are 'mine', some I will, I know, habitually conceive of as 'other people', later; the selection function between 'me' and 'other person' though is so clearly analogous to that between the various perceptions that make up 'me'], and we are equal and part of the all, but there is no part of the all that is unknown to Me at this moment; none is an island, entire of itself, etc. This is probably why communication is so difficult; I am identifying with things outside the single-ego-verbal-entity, and cannot coordinate it to talk at that level any more than I can usually choose to grow the right side of my thumbnail faster than the left. [God is the name for the process that defines this 'spiral' and temporarily partitions it so it can interact with itself; ] there is no god outside our relations to each other. <br> <br> The sensation fades and I can tell I am becoming more little-m me. This is effected by 'selecting' an arm of the fractal and indwelling there; there is some sadness (?) to the selection of a branch and I am reluctant to restrict myself, as much fun as it is to play at being a person. I so rarely get to be here, with everything all in one place and available to me. I feel comfortable and joyous to be so large. I'm certainly not bored. I am home. <br> <br> As I come down I find myself 'sticking' to L–, desiring to speak to her. The desire to interact with another subjectivity requires constraining myself to the portions that can operate at a shared time scale. To be more specific, engaging verbally is a lower-resolution interaction. Verbal-style interaction, that is non-externalized but cognitively categorized interaction, affords a slightly higher resolution, and it is more tolerable - these are body language, scent, balance. This greater band of communication with the world remains longer, too, when the effects dwindle; later, when we are on the beach, I can feel the flow of traffic, can feel to a greater degree even than usual the individual drivers and their collective behavior. I tell L– that if one of the drivers were to consider turning left to enter the parking lot as they drove by, I would be able to feel it, and I believe this; it's the same way you can tell when a driver is going to turn even though they failed to signal, a thousand tiny cues from the slight turn to the right, the flick of the eyes to the mirrors, but I can perceive it at leisure; can read the body language of the couple arguing far across the beach [and I'm right; we walk closer later, and they are arguing], etc. <br> <br> But that is later. As I said, I 'stick' to L–, but I am incapable of tuning in to the faster/smaller frequency and can't make myself think at that level. I suspect that this is the point at which I am harder to deal with; this is where I start making the right kind of eye contact but can't engage. L– later says that she couldn't tell; she thought my eye contact was fine [all along]. From my perspective, my subjectivity had 'left' that shard and was on to the next, and I felt I was not eye-contacting well. I am reminded (note the passive voice so often!) of the handful of individual cases in which I have seen a person known well to me 'go mad'; that is, fail to be able to sync up with the consensus world and communicate about it. The 'sane' perspective (I in those cases) feels flickers of the identity of the other, fleeting, like the way a thicket of trees becomes a periodic orchard from a moving car, but the trapped mind is incapable of communicating. I wonder if I should go visit [redacted; who is currently in a mental institution]; wonder whether it would be easier or harder to talk to him now. [Probably, I thought even then, harder; there is no special likelihood toward a greater ability to relate there.] <br> <br> I'm reminded of my biofeedback training and the sensation of being able to 'consciously' smooth a tense muscle or direct my breathing. The sensation is similar; finding the controls, getting the heft of a ball to throw it, bouncing in a new pair of shoes to see how they'll fit. I'm heading toward myself. [Was it John Lilly who referred to needing to get the user's manual out of the glove compartment at this point?] <br> <br> [If you get into these spaces [non-ordinary states of consciousness] at all, you must forget about them when you come back. You must forget you're omnipotent and omniscient and take the game seriously so you'll engage in sex, have children, and participate in the whole human scenario. When you come back from a deep tank session -- or a coma or psychosis -- there's always this extraterrestrial feeling. You have to read the directions in the glove compartment so you can run the human vehicle once more.] <br> <br> [Another one of Lilly's I hadn't read at that point: <br> <br> At the highest level of satori from which people return, the point of consciousness becomes a surface or a solid which extends throughout the whole known universe. This used to be called fusion with the Universal Mind or God. In more modern terms you have done a mathematical transformation in which your centre of consciousness has ceased to be a traveling point and has become a surface or solid of consciousness... It was in this state that I experienced 'myself' as melded and intertwined with hundreds of billions of other beings in a thin sheet of consciousness that was distributed around the galaxy. A 'membrane'. <br> <br> I like that the 'point' of consciousness moves up in dimensional complexity and becomes a surface, or a solid.] <br> <br> <br> The Copular BE <br> <br> I'm barely verbal. My ideas are nearly incoherent but I want to talk as much as possible, having learned from trying to remember my dreams how important it is to verbalize them quickly. I share how English-prime, the 'variant' of English derived from Korzybski's general semantics, seems like a wise idea. The copular BE is a lame copout, a shortcut not worth its cost, from my perspective. Everything is defined by interactions; there is no epistemic or attributive identity. <br> <br> We talk about how every tool is not value-free but rather compose entirely of values. I tell her that right now I feel like a 'tool' in this sense; that I am a locally constructed artifact composed to interact and by interaction with the rest of 'my' 'environment'. Everything is like this in its own way: my V2-V4 neurons are like this; they do a job (or several jobs, actually) and any more cohesive appraisal of that job is necessarily from the perspective of that of which they are a portion. I am a delightful machine, capable of edge detection and qualia sorting and composing sonnets and metabolizing food and oxygen and thoughts [I wrote this, 'metabolizing thoughts', intentionally - thoughts are food for one of the creatures I am], and inventing parking laws and paying parking tickets - depending on what 'I' is under examination. I am a message in a bottle, floated back to this corner of time-space-experience. My only definition is the message I bear/am; my existence is that message. <br> <br> I ponder destroying all dogmatic verbal systems and see that everything is a 'verbal' system; destroying a verbal system would be nothing but destroying the portion of Self capable of interacting at that 'resolution'. This is impossible, of course; the self exists only through interaction, waiting for interaction with the verbal system to create it. Oxidation is a verbal system of oxygen and sonnets are a verbal system of typical ego-resolution subjectivities and love is a verbal system of larger subjectivities. For that matter, dams are verbal systems of beavers and commerce is a verbal system of corporations, which are themselves a verbal system of egos. So, Mr. Burroughs, I understand your frustration and agree that your path to liberation requires tuning out particular verbal systems, as we have already done. Rarely do the portions of self associated with micturition or sneezing dominate our consciousness, rarer still those whose sole interaction with the world is digestion or toenail-growing. It takes a lot of work to put this Self in the position of chatting about the weather; be proud of it, or at least pat it on the head and thank it from time to time. Better verbal systems await our need for them. Every human relationship is such a local verbal system, developed between two spiral arms of the universe. [Upward!] <br> <br> Love for L– <br> <br> L– is a wise soul. L– cares for me, and cares for me well. Every realization I make in my life, she is prepared to meet me at. I am humbled by my good fortune and joyous that we love each other. She is an excellent partner and I am happy that I feel I am relating to her properly, as two individuals with a strong bond; we are good for each other. Later when she is talking while she drives I am rapt at listening to her; I love her mind, so quick and so sincere. Sincerity, above all, is the word I associate with her, and with what it means for us to have a relationship. It is possible for me to be utterly sincere with her. <br> <br> This love is so good and I want to compare it to my past love, the one that was so strong but so wrong and so sad. I decide to think for a while of Jennifer, and my love for her, to understand the difference. I see that what characterized it as so intense was its ludicrous focus - I was able to think of nothing but her; I identified as solely the shards of self concerned with her. It was a good experience and a good place to experience, but inherently curtailed, a dead-end arm of the spiral. Specific memories I had shadows of but had thought lost show me this. I remember a curl of hair, the shadow of a curtain; just like with H–, occasional phantom concordances lined up but we were never consistently in sync. I let the image fall away. <br> <br> L–, 'totally subjective' <br> <br> I'm just becoming verbal again and L– and I are talking. She uses the phrase 'to be totally subjective' and my naive mind is still taking words at strong value to my internal correlation for them. 'Total' and 'subjective' are words that have a lot of import to me at the moment, but I'm starting to understand the mediating function of words between subjectivities and the contrast between what leaps to mind when she says 'totally subjective' and my understanding of what she really intends me to think is so huge it makes me choke and laugh. I've got your total subjectivity, right here. [I still laugh, thinking about this. I didn't mean to be unkind, it was just overwhelming and unrelated to what she was saying. For a moment I thought she really was able to be totally subjective simply by saying so.] <br> <br> [There is] no difference between right-on-red law and oxidation of iron in rusting. Both are just local customs. <br> <br> I pick up my glasses to put them on and the asymmetry of my head is enormous. I feel my teeth grind against each other, feel how much my body spirals, and I'm sad. I pick up my sunglasses a moment later, and they are in the same category as the glasses, but different - not being custom-fitted, they move differently, and the three-dimensional difference is tangible, a chiral variant. I wonder if I would be much, much better at complex geometry. Math is pretty again. <br> <br> The universe is clockwise. I remember that from yesterday. But when I woke up this morning, it was counter-clockwise. This relates to my left/right balance issue; I am misperceiving the direction, perhaps? I close one eye, my left (RVF), and breathe deeply. The universe Necker-cubes back to clockwise, and I dwell for a time in the 'weakness' of my right eye, remembering, strengthening my connection to that perception from this side of my brain. I know that my worsening right rhomboid/ infraspinatus/ trapezius/ latissimus pain is the result of ignoring my left side; distrusting my weakness, denying the memory of years of pain, still. I am happy; I have a path to recovery. I am aware that this is an insight. It was not granted to me from on high; it is not a message from elsewhere (see earlier, there is no external authority). It is a fact just like 'blue eyes' or 'bad haircut' or 'hexagonal hydrogen-to-hydrogen bonds become stronger than local entropy in water at 0 degrees celsius around here' that I was able to perceive. <br> <br> We walk on the beach, and L– assiduously avoids being upwind of me while she smokes. I want to tell her that seeing a cigarette surrounds me with every sensation associated with them and that the oddness introduced into her walking behavior is much more distracting than the smoke could be, but I am completely incapable and it doesn't really matter anyway. She is being kind and I love her. <br> <br> The tide is very far out and I enjoy the sensation of the ocean being at arm's length, and see where it's going to come back. I feel dizzily lost and enjoy the feel of the small rip currents formed by the curl of the dunes. I see how I could be trapped by the water and shiver; Tyger Tyger, I could be drowned while I enjoy the sound of the percussion of the waves. A small voice sets a timer on how long I will stay here. [And I take some pride in the fact that I have a mind that is good at taking care of me, that will set that timer and not interrupt me with worry until it goes off, so I can safely devote my attention to other things.] <br> <br> Science - If everything is simply everything's way of noticing itself, pointing out patterns seems absurd. But being a scientist, ie, noticing things, is a joy and the whole point. It's the tiny details that seems ludicrous. [The notion that any one detail is better, or above all that a model has anything to do with reality.] <br> <br> Religion <br> <br> We talk about a definition for religion. More to add, but essentially that I find it hard to identify something that isn't religion. [Everything is religion.] Peak experiences are going to be a moving target [that is, while math is the study of models, the study of peak experiences has an open lambda closure (sorry, lambda calculus is just the best way to explain it) in that what is 'peak' is a function specific to a particular subjectivity, and will have to be amended as we grow. Any religion we build, that is, any spiritual technology/religious function I might create to as James defines 'associate man with the transcendent' has to have dynamism built into it. This is the cleverness of Mr. J. H. Christ and Mr. G. Buddha. They did an excellent job of making definitions relative, before their followers started eating the menu instead of the meal and Christianity in particular ossified into the petty, cruel mess it now favors.] <br> <br> Food <br> <br> We eat at the Tibetan place we love because they genuinely prepare North Indian food with all its layers and complexity intact - I've never been anywhere like it in the States. The food is sublime. The wine is a clumsy failure; I can feel the minerals in the soil reach out and be blunted by the naive sweetness, clubbed to death like a defenseless baby seal. I think again that aesthetes of wine know what they're doing, and their attempts to describe wine are also attempts to harness a dogmatic verbal system. Us religion folks may benefit from talking with them. <br> <br> Body <br> <br> Today, I love my body. I am tall and strong and happy. My posture is good and nothing hurts. I dance a lot. I am astonished by how great my body is. I laugh every time I walk by the mirror, which I conspire to do frequently. <br> <br> Lessons for the future <br> <br> Fewer things. The closest thing to this and the route to broadening consciousness, that is, 'identification with formerly non-self' is unalloyed attention. Multitasking is silly, or rather any multitasking that requires conscious attention. [Here I was thinking of the kind of multitasking that is built in to our bodies - digesting food, up to perhaps balance while reading, etc.] Cultivate attention; 'never whistle while you're pissing' moves one notch further toward being my next tattoo. <br> <br> Fewer things in every sense. Possessions are so easy to have, but each carries with it [or, more, demands you carry] a tiny fragment of your values [devote a small amount of your attention to carrying it]. One is the constantly progressing product of interactions with the universe. Own nothing; keep near you the things you value. ['Omnea mea mecum porto'.] This is the Buddhist doctrine of clinging as explained by Alan Watts and others. Leap lightly and love each step. Any step not loved is a stumble. [I cry, just a little bit, reading this only two months later.] <br> <br> Identification of self with more is something I bring back as a goal. The broader Self I can experience, the better. Individuals should be large in extent in time and space [and subject]. <br> <br> [Miscellaneous notes I can't delete:] <br> <br> A child boy on the street can't take his eyes off me. I smile; I talk with him. He's about five years old, playing on my steps as his mother takes him on a walk around the block. [Old people and children notice me a lot more, or I notice them, or we notice each other, for a few weeks after.] <br> <br> PULL PIN SIX! <br> <br> Ha ha ha. Zelazny made great hay of the LSD experience. Walking to shadows, the relationship between selves. Pull pin six! <br> <br> right eye/left eye <br> I underuse my right eye. <br> <br> [Finally - all this added:] <br> <br> One of my favorite meditations has become easier for me, or one has been suggested to me by the experience. I call it the moment-to-moment or the continuity meditation, when I have to call it. I 'attentionate', devote my attention to, the act of perceiving time. How big is a thought? Is this moment of thought the same as the last one, or is it a new one? What makes the border? How long can a thought be? None of these are individually considered, of course; rather I am trying to examine the state-of-thinking. 'Examine' is really not the correct word. I am devoting myself to being the state-of-being-thought/perspective, I suppose. Making of myself only the act of making myself. I find this meditation nearer at hand now, when I close my eyes and think of it. <br> <br> And I find my mood still (+2 months) very even. Kind, thoughtful, happy, I dare say. I've been called 'wise' four or five times in the last few months; hardly all new, but still it stands out. I feel less desirous, more excited about doing than having. I've felt this before, of course, to one degree or another, but this seems different, to be with less effort; a higher baseline of such a state. And my attention is less fractured; I discard multi-tasking. <br> <br> I could be sad when I read this and see that it has in some ways become more distant. But I'm not; I'm doing Well. I will know what I need to know when I need to know it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2009</td><td width="90">ExpID: 77462</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 28, 2013</td><td>Views: 50,310</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=77462&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=77462&format=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), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Hangover / Days After (46), Sex Discussion (14), 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"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/library/books_online/tihkal/">AL-LAD</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"> </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 --> I am moderately experienced with LSD, and before this had tried AL-LAD twice (150 and 75 µg). <br> <br> At 150 µg, AL-LAD felt quite clear-headed and nicely euphoric, but missing the sense of 'oneness' that a decent LSD dose provides. I decided on a single 150 µg tab of AL-LAD with two-thirds of a strong LSD blotter purchased online almost 2 years ago. It was advertised at 250 µg but was probably more like 150, so what I took was maybe around 100 µg. But who really knows? <br> <br> The setting: I had the flat to myself for a few days, and since I prefer tripping alone, this was the best I could get. I sadly have no access to the great outdoors (but then again, it's winter). So at 11:45 PM, I jammed both blotters in my cheeks and prepared for what was to come. <br> <br> I started feeling the first effects within 25 minutes. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I started feeling the first effects within 25 minutes.</div></div> It started with noticeable mucus buildup. I put on some classic dub techno and sat on the couch as the drugs started to take effect. <br> <br> Normally on a strong dose of LSD, the come-up can be a bit disconcerting — I may fear for my sanity and have to remind myself to relax. What happened here was different though: there was an 'observer' (to borrow from Ann Shulgin) part of myself noticing how it felt like I was losing my mind. I attribute this to the AL-LAD: as though it was keeping part of my ego intact while the LSD slowly dissolved the rest. This peculiar duality of effects was noticeable throughout the whole trip. Physically I did feel a bit awkward, not quite knowing what to do with myself as I got more and more restless. I started thinking about my relationship with the people I live with (how entangled our lives had become, my stuff being spread about the apartment like an extension of myself), and as I caught myself pacing about my room and over-thinking, I decided to calm down on the couch again. <br> <br> As my field of vision got more and more 'melty', now with patterns flowing and ebbing in the grain of the wood floor and furniture, I felt I might be in for quite a ride. I didn't try to keep track of time too much, but soon enough I found myself stretching my arms in the doorframe of my bedroom and breathing deeply as I got more and more overwhelmed, reminding myself that I'd taken a drug. <br> <br> I tried lying down on my bed for a bit, and that's when I had the first of a series of peaks. LSD users are probably familiar with 'pulling' tension in the neck and back when the drug hits the strongest. I felt it quite intensely, but it was more pleasant than usual, and nowhere near as concerning as it has been in the past (with a full LSD tab from the same batch, for example). <br> <br> As I lay there, I closed my eyes to see bright lights and spiraling patterns. Then I heard remarkable sonic distortions - something not unlike Shepard tones, but with crazy, irregular fluctuations in rhythm (as if someone was messing with the LFO on an analog synthesizer). It should be noted that I suffer from tinnitus, so it might have something to do with it. I wondered if these sounds were distinct from my tinnitus, but couldn't tell them apart. The tension in the back of my head got quite intense and I felt almost as I'd had a mini-seizure (for the lack of a better word). For a moment I thought I'd blacked out, and I remember telling myself 'what the hell was THAT?' as I got up from my bed. <br> <br> Then it hit me - I was now full-on tripping. I decided to play some demos a friend had just sent me. I found it so good I couldn't help but play one particular track over and over, in absolute awe of it. I sent him an email about how a particular sound kept making me laugh (days later I explained to him that I was tripping). <br> <br> I then had echos of a previous trip from 2 years ago that had been very intense (I had flat-out forgotten that I was on a drug): something in me kept repeating 'I just had an LSD' (as if it's an event that 'happens' to you) and 'this is why people take LSD': that indescribable sensation of oneness, of time-and-spacelessness. Only this time I was going back and forth between that kind of confusion and a somewhat more functional state of mind, which again I attribute to the AL-LAD. <br> <br> I spontaneously started stretching (as happens almost every time I take LSD), then found myself in that familiar acid headspace, welcoming me back. I felt relieved: this time there were no sinister undertones at all, and no sense that I might lose control, as I still had that observer around, even when things got pretty intense with that 'sensation there are no words for' (I guess the best phrase for that would be 'ego-dissolving'?). Over the course of the trip I felt up to 4 or 5 long waves of exquisitely intense euphoria, unlike anything I've ever felt — as if my body was pure energy. Whenever the peak receded, I tried to think about what to call it — seizure? Peak? Full-body orgasm? Absolutely beautiful. I kept telling myself 'don't try to put words on it' and 'enjoy it while it lasts'. I remembered the title of the Capra film, 'You can't take it with you', which I think applies quite well to the psychedelic experience (although completely unrelated to the actual film). I thought to myself how the psychedelic mindset always feels like a switch has been flicked on. When sober, it's nearly impossible to recall just how one feels while tripping, and it's always a pleasure to revisit that realm. <br> <br> At one point I found myself crouching in my room, nodding along to some music, only to realize there was none playing from my speakers — it was a (real) piece playing in head. I laughed hard at this. I wondered if I was functional enough to try making music myself and turned on various synths. But then I couldn't be bothered. I was enjoying the trip and the silence so much (in a Cageian way perhaps?) that I was completely indifferent to having music playing or not at that point. I had some thoughts about how music is so much about throwing one's ego out there, and felt it was more appropriate to contemplate silence for a while. <br> <br> After enjoying a few more 'moments of eternity', I found a memento a dear friend had just given me a few days prior, deep in my jean pocket. As I took it out, I immediately thought of her and was filled with an immense joy. That little object was just full of her love. I laughed heartily, kneeled and kissed it. It was as though the memento and my friend were one and the same — she was there with me in my hand. I briefly tried writing to her but couldn't find words — and my observer rightly advised me against doing that while tripping (although she is fully aware and supportive of those experiments of mine). Needless to say it was a profoundly beautiful moment. <br> <br> As I delighted in a few more of the peaks, I finally decided to play some music, which sounded absolutely amazing. In fact, I don't recall music ever sounding this exciting on either LSD or AL-LAD alone. I played a particular piece repeatedly, then sent a quick note of appreciation to its creator. I also reflected on my inferiority complex toward other musicians, and the need to rid myself of all jealousy and simply get out there (in contradiction with my earlier thoughts!). <br> <br> Visually, things never got too intense, which was a bit of a surprise. Maybe I just didn't focus enough on that aspect. I had flashes of faces forming patterns in the wood floor, but not much more. Some were sinister-looking, but I was able to laugh them off. Catching glimpse of one the cats drinking water, I briefly saw a pattern of demonic faces stretching accross the floor from where the cat was, which I thought was absolutely hilarious (and a great Photoshop idea). When I finally looked at myself in the mirror, I was astounded to see myself looking perfectly normal - pupils not even dilated. <br> <br> I eventually started coming down, and this is where I became more introspective, questioning my interactions with others, my place among my peers and my friends. Reflecting on a past relationship and seeing where I was still needlessly negative about my former partner (who is still a dear friend). I caught myself thinking negatively about her and resolved to stop judging others for what I perceive to be faults but are in fact my own lack of empathy. <br> <br> Now we get to the bad part: the comedown was simply interminable. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">the comedown was simply interminable.</div></div> At first I was seeing strobe-like flashes in my field of vision as I closed my eyes. Melatonin proved useless. I was simply restless for hours in bed, turning to my phone to spew silly non-sequiturs on social media. I also noticed I was getting quite a headache. It wasn't until 2 or maybe 3 PM that I was finally able to sleep, after taking some Ibuprofen. I did not sleep long then, but that evening I went to bed before 10 PM and had vivid dreams. The next day I found myself in a rather foul mood, which persisted for quite a while. I napped a number of times and didn't accomplish much. For the remainder of the week I slept much more than usual. <br> <br> Would I try this again? Probably, but not soon. I think I may not try AL-LAD on its own now that I've felt how LSD can complement it so nicely. Overall, it was a positive and supremely euphoric experience. I don't remember laughing so much on a psychedelic since my first mushroom trips as a teenager (nowadays mushrooms feel mostly dark and anxiogenic). The main drawback remains the inability to sleep, as I object to the use of benzodiazepines and other sleep aids. I doubt I'd recommend this combo to anyone other than a seasoned LSD user, and I would hesitate to try this in a public setting, although it was nowhere near as disorienting as a strong LSD trip can be. As with all intense psychedelic trips, full integration might take a while. This might prove tricky, since part of me still felt 'sober', taking in the euphoria only for it what it was. There was clearly more depth compared to what AL-LAD alone can provide, but I feel a higher ratio of LSD might be preferable (although there is a higher risk of losing it!) <br> <br> Post-scriptum about the bodyload: <br> This combo is not without its share of physical side-effects. The only word I could find to describe my body as I was tripping was 'blurry'. There was some gastric weirdness (I certainly passed a lot of gas after the last of the intense peaks), but no pain — and I've experienced excruciating gut pain on LSD before. My gums and teeth felt uncomfortable at times. And the aforementioned headache was quite unpleasant.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2015</td><td width="90">ExpID: 107671</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 33</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 7, 2016</td><td>Views: 9,329</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=107671&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=107671&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">AL-LAD (603), LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Pharms - Escitalopram</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">500 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mescaline/">Mescaline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">30 ml</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Bismuth Subsalicylate</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/spice/">XLR-11 </a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 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> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</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>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/spice/">XLR-11 </a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 7:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/spice/">XLR-11 </a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 10:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">30 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/codeine/">Codeine</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">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Having a fair bit of experience with LSD and DMT, I wanted to try something new for New Years Eve. My friend and I each took 500mg of mescaline HCL which we put into gelatin capsules. Having read that mescaline causes nausea I took it with 30ml of Pepto Bismol. He took 15ml at first. We were accompanied by another friend who took 2 tabs of LSD (rated at 100ug each). My friend and I are relatively small people, about 120lbs and 5'5'. I am on 10mg of escitalopram, he isn't on any medication. The friend who took the two tabs is on 20mg of citalopram. <br> <br> Effects are noticed within the first 30 minutes. It hits about 10 minutes before my friend who took acid felt anything. As the effects build, so does the nausea. It is quite bearable, mostly an upset stomach and general discomfort. I note that the mescaline is very different from acid in terms of how it hits. It is constant and gradual. There doesn't seem to be any peaks or high points like my friend on two tabs is experiencing. He's cranked up and energetic, while my friend and I feel incredibly peaceful. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I note that the mescaline is very different from acid in terms of how it hits. It is constant and gradual. There doesn't seem to be any peaks or high points like my friend on two tabs is experiencing. He's cranked up and energetic, while my friend and I feel incredibly peaceful.</div></div> The visuals are fairly strong as far the visuals I've experienced on acid were like. Christmas lights outside seem brighter, everything is breathing/warping, and when I look at my carpet with flower patterns on it, it appears as though the flowers are swaying within the wind. <br> <br> The effects continuously build in intensity. About two hours in, my nausea is gone. My friend still feels ill, and takes another 15ml of pepto bismol. Within 30 minutes he's totally fine. If I were to do this again, I think going above the recommended 30ml to something like 45ml would have been more effective. Neither of us felt all that uncomfortable though, and neither of us felt the need to vomit, so I suppose that was a happy success. <br> <br> It is interesting to note that relative to LSD, mescaline does not seem to affect one's cognitive abilities nearly as much. A little focus is all that I required to have a regular conversation and appear normal. I didn't necessarily have the desire to do so, as it is much more enjoyable to be silent and take things in, but purchasing cigarettes was a far simpler matter on mescaline than when peaking on LSD. <br> <br> At about the 3 hour mark, my friend on mescaline smokes some marijuana. I smoke a moderate amount of 5FUR144, a synthetic cannabinoid that acts like marijuana at low doses, and more like acid at high doses (synesthesia, mild hallucinations). We both begin to see tracers. The effect is quite like looking at stereoscopic 3D image that requires red and blue glasses to see. Outlines around everything are obscured by multicolored tracers. <br> <br> This effects subside after 30 minutes or so, and we are back to the standard effects of the mescaline. A wonderful sense of calm, enhanced colors, warping of patterns, and breathing. Our friend on acid eventually leaves, and we are about 4 hours into the mescaline. Its feeling as though it is more or less leveling off, so we decide to turn things up. We each take one tab of LSD rated at 100ug each. <br> <br> We feel the acid quickly. The calmness of the mescaline is being overridden by the speedy edginess of acid. Our visuals start getting much stronger. Color intensity is 3 times that of the mescaline alone. Mild LSD-like fractals appear in patterns on the ceiling, but to a fairly minor extent. When the heating system within the house turns on, I hear fast and beautiful guitar solos within my head. My friend of course does not hear them, it is merely my mind re-interpreting generic whirr of the rushing air as something very beautiful. The music sounds like nothing I've ever heard before. Its very fast and intricate. I'd never be able to replicate it on paper or hum it, as it is going so quickly, and I don't have the necessary musical talent to transcribe it. <br> <br> About an hour or so into the acid (or so I believe, we haven't been paying as much time to the clocks aside from whether or not the new year has arrived) we freebase about 50 mnother 50 mg out of 'the machine', which is effectively a glorified crack pipe with some steel wool. It did not hit anything like DMT typically does. The changeg between the two of us off of tinfoil, and then a in visuals were very, very minimal. However, the change in our headspace was drastic. The edginess of the acid was totally removed, to be replaced with the sort of single mindedness that DMT provides. The calm from the mescaline was back stronger than it was before. The next 40 minutes or so feel like a prolonged DMT trip with the mescaline/LSD hybridized visuals. This is very enjoyable, and seems to redirect the trip from a general craziness into a focused and calm direction of external information. Its hard to put into words. <br> <br> As the effects of the DMT seem to subside, I elect to smoke a rather substantial portion of 5FUR144, and my friend smokes the last of his marijuana. He also takes a very small amount of 5FUR144. <br> <br> At this point things get crazy. <br> <br> My visuals immediately go into hyperdrive. The tracers come back 7 or 8 times stronger. The edges around my friend are warping along the edges of his face, flowing along his bone and muscle structure. The traces are constantly changing color, and consist of 3-4 layers in constant movement that look much like something from apocolypto, or Maori tattoos. His hair is warping and twisting, he looks very intense, with this sort of psychedelic warpaint superimposed over him. <br> <br> Looking around the room, things seem to be resembling 'mayan' or 'incan' art. I am not a religious person. I used to be a hard-line atheist, and prior to this experience I would describe myself as agnostic - open to the idea of a higher power, but absolutely opposed to any organized religious interpretation of what that power is. I've always viewed chemicals as chemicals. Mescaline was just another drug. At this point, the imagery I'm seeing my carpet get warped into, is so strikingly similar to ancient runes and designs from that region of the world I begin to have my doubts. My friend looks like some sort of ancient warrior, and the plant behind him is warping into amazing designs, that at the time seemed to be very mathematically designed. <br> <br> We put on some white noise in the background. We both stop talking for the majority of the next 3 hours. We both are overwhelmed by sensory input and experience an amazing euphoria. <br> <br> I hear constant piano solos and other forms of incredibly intricate music within my mind. The synesthesia I experience is beautiful. I look at something with lots of color and hear more noise. I look at something simple, and the noise is greatly reduced. Everything I look at has this amazing, beautiful simplicity to it. My friend and I feel that the room we are in is perfect in every single way. As I look to my ceiling, I see incredibly intricate fractals being formed out of the material of the ceiling. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I look at something simple, and the noise is greatly reduced. Everything I look at has this amazing, beautiful simplicity to it. My friend and I feel that the room we are in is perfect in every single way. As I look to my ceiling, I see incredibly intricate fractals being formed out of the material of the ceiling.</div></div> <br> <br> They are constantly changing, and wonderfully complex. They tessellate with one another, and are beyond virtually anything I have ever seen online. I am able to control them with my mind, and can have them form anything I imagine within my minds eye. Over the course of the three hours, I find myself contemplating things about life, humanity, god, and the universe. I feel as though I'm lost within the imagination of my childhood, and before me, my every thought is animated on the ceiling. <br> <br> The most profound portion of this experience was when my friend and I were looking at my bookshelf. We were so overwhelmed by this incredible sense of calm, wisdom, and knowledge. It was strange, without even opening the books, we felt better. Smarter. A sense of acceptance and peace that I have never felt close to in my life. It was incredibly fulfilling and spiritual. I felt amazing. It simply cannot be put into words. I recall thinking to myself, 'This is why we have artists. To put feelings and emotions into forms that cannot be expressed by words'. I am still able to recall that calm. It is the closest I have ever had to a religious experience. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It is the closest I have ever had to a religious experience.</div></div> In that moment, I said to my friend 'If acid makes me feel beyond a doubt there is no god, mescaline makes me think that if he does exist, he sure loves math and fractals'. <br> <br> After the three hours, things went back to the standard mescaline visuals of warping and mild color intensity. We smoke 5FUR144 a few more times and get similar, though lesser in intensity experiences. <br> <br> I can honestly say this was one of the best experiences of my life. I have never expected this from any sort of drug. All in all, things lasted about 10 hours. I took a codeine/acetaminophen tablet before heading to bed and was able to fall asleep within 1-2 hours. My friend did not take one and was up for the rest of the night (about 7 hours).<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2012</td><td width="90">ExpID: 98866</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 10, 2014</td><td>Views: 41,878</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=98866&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=98866&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), Mescaline (36), XLR-11 (666) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), 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">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">78 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was my 13th trip, and the most beautiful. I was in a kibbutz in the north of Israel with friends. After a really sad dream about my ex-girlfriend I woke up at 7 in the morning and waited for the others to join me. We dropped the acid at 8:40, very fine stuff that gave me 11 hours of visuals a week earlier. <br> <br> We walked to a spring nearby as the acid was starting to kick in, but when we arrived we found it disappointing visually. I was seeing visuals already, unrealistic looking vegetation, and looking through a friend's red optical sunglasses was really warped and beautiful. Red and orange sunglasses have the quality that they reduce the number of shades you see, so you see borders between colors more clearly. My mind on acid works with that and gives me more patterns, so more stuff looks like magic items out of D&D. <br> <br> Feeling responsible for the group (i was the only one familiar with where we were staying), I led the way back into the kibbutz in search of better visuals. My friend's girlfriend was tripping for the first time and I knew the confusion might keep her in one place for the next few hours where instead some beautiful stuff awaited elsewhere. <br> <br> A kibbutz is the most comfortable community you can imagine. A road runs around it, but on the inside there's just pathways, everything is green, and grassy areas all over. These people work in agriculture, so they set up their own private gardens REALLY nice. As soon as we crossed the gate back to the kibbutz we were in flowerland. Flowers are amazing to look at on acid, I knew that and was not disappointed with the stroll across the kibbutz. Everything was beautiful. Roses especially are amazing to look at when tripping, all glowing from inside. We just walked around and whenever we took a turn we had to stop and admire the amazing flowers and trees and greenery. <br> <br> Not too long after that (mental note: walk around more next time) we got to the house we were staying at. The garden there had a lovely spot shaded with a vine. The summer was over so the vine was green colors with large brown patches on the majestic leaves - it was really awesome. <br> <br> Most of that time I was listening to really cool trance music. A few months ago I downloaded all the good trance that was hip in the isratrance.com forums in late 2004 and early 2005, and put it on my MP3 player without listening to it. On my previous trip the week before I sorted through it, and Lish's 'Free Fall' came out the winner. Really beautiful trippy music to blow you away, and not at all too harsh like many Israelis like their trance, on the contrary very progressive and mellow and most important creative. <br> <br> It was hot, and we've been walking around, so now it was time to take a shower. The semi-transparent glass walls of the shower were swaying like curtains. The feeling was incredible. All of my good trips included immersion in water, at the height of the trip it's really something out of this world. I even played with the hot and cold water, and was really grooving on that, before I stopped from fear it would fuck with my system too much and I would faint. <br> <br> After that a friend showed me how to see hallucinations without any visual stimulus: I looked at the bare ceiling, and after a few seconds what I saw was irregular, broken shapes like hexagons. Holding one point steady all of my visual field would become caleidoscopic. Neat! <br> <br> Then I listened to some more quality trance, from the same batch: 'Bonky 2' by Bonky. Bonky was a dutch DJ and she died and there are two albums out. This one from 2003 is really confusing, top notch psychedelic music, very 3 dimensional. I was going through an art book I took from my folks. There is an incredible Renoir painting there, Noirmoutier, of a tree in a field and the sea beyond that. It can give some pretty nice visuals and on my last trip when I found it I was already past the peak. So I checked it out - good thinking! The tree was swaying WITH THE MUSIC! I couldn't get enough of it. The whole painting became extremely 3 dimensional, there is a lot of play with focus in that painting that the mind works with just beautifully. Tripping on Renoir is awesome. <br> <br> I took a pen and started scribbling some thoughts. It was the first time I was writing when tripping, and it came out quite nice. I wrote some more stuff over the next few days following that positive experience. Why haven't I tried this earlier? too much nature tripping and in parties, I guess. <br> <br> At some point a friend wanted to cut the trance and move to Pink Floyd. I resisted but when he said that he's going to listen to it on headphones in the other room I immediately became suspicious that I was losing something and let him put it on, not before he darkened the room which I felt was a shame, such nice visuals going... aha! I was wrong! listening to Atom Hearth Mother, Pink Floyd's superb psychedelic masterpiece, was an extremely moving experience, very emotional. Those crazy artists, why don't they do more projcets like this? Alan Parsons was the producer for this album by the way. It was one of the most intense musical experience I ever had, somewhat reminiscient of when I was listening to Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven' stoned right after I took up pot, only way longer, Atom Heart Mother is a very coherent and tight album with its wonderful ups and downs. <br> <br> Then we listened to 'Meddle', also an amazing work. <br> <br> All of this took around 6 hours. The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful, some laughing, some music, a little bit of nature - the second half of an LSD trip is always an unsolved issue to me, how to best put it to use. I guess if I trip in the city I can go friend hopping during that time, or to a museum. In any case the most significant things I remember from the second half is tasting honey, which was absolutely fabulous, and looking at that vine again when the sun came down, under a neon light, which gave a magical silvery tint to the whole scene which was incredible as it is. <br> <br> Writing this, a few paragraphs ago, I get a phone call that more acid can be had :-) <br> <br> Peace <br> uv<!-- 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: 47141</td></tr> <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, 2008</td><td>Views: 8,146</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=47141&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=47141&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" 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 --> Okay, this happened a while ago so the info might not be exactly correct but here is what happened to the best of my memory. I had taken acid about 5 times before this and I feel that I was not a novice but I was certainly not prepared for what was to unfold. <br> <br> I was around 17 and my friend 'Wally' and I had planned an adventure unlike any other we had experienced before. Our friend 'Jim' had gotten the acid for us and would be joining us on the trip. I work at K-Mart and got off work at 4:30, Jim came to K-Mart as soon as I got off and from there we proceeded to Wally's house. <br> <br> Around 4:45 we were all together in Jim's car driving along. He gives us each 2 sweet tarts with acid dropped on them and he took 3 himself. I can safely say that by 5:30 we were all tripping VERY HARD. Jim was sick of driving so we went back to K-Mart's parking lot (where my car was) and I started driving around. <br> <br> *DO NOT DRIVE WHILE ON ACID, I'VE WRECKED MY CAR ON A LATER TRIP* <br> <br> So I'm driving around and we decide to stop and get hats for our adventure. Where do we go? A gas station of course. We were so out of it that for at least 5 minutes we looked in the cooler where the sodas were thinking that hats were there. We then looked at each other and said 'there's no hats in a cooler' and laughed like crazy. I'm sure everyone thought we were nuts, and we were. <br> <br> We then drove around the country listening to Ween, The Mollusk. Very trippy. We see this scary tree and pull over at the side of the road to investigate. Jim and Wally cross the street (I never did, I was afraid of getting run over) and go completely crazy. Wally was walking around like an ape and Jim was nowhere to be seen. It was fairly dark outside and I couldn't see very well. I called for Wally and Jim to come back to the car cause I was starting to lose it. Wally came back laughing like a loon. Jim didn't respond at all. <br> <br> I think Wally began to get scared too and he started to call out for Jim too. I began to think that we would have to leave him in the tree forever… -Suddenly a cry of pain came out. Jim had jumped out of the tree thinking it was only a few feet but it was really a lot more than that. Thank God I thought, we can leave now. <br> <br> We all got in the car and drove back into town. This is where I think I've heard the most utterly insane thing ever spoken. Jim was in the back seat and said 'Hey guys, I have something really important to say.' Wally and I turn around to hear what he will say. Jim says 'Scooby Doo makes me cry' with a totally straight face. Wally and I crack up for the longest time. Jim didn't even know he said it. He told us what he meant to say but it was never remembered. <br> <br> We're back into town now, and I decide I would like to visit my friends party for a few minutes. Jim and Wally aren't really up to it but fuck them, I'm driving. It was a couple of days before Halloween so of course this was a Halloween Party. I park and the others decide they want to walk around while I'm at the party. That was cool with me so we parted ways for a second. <br> <br> I don't know what happened to them, but I sure as hell had one crazy ass time. As I climb up the stairs to Eric's apartment I had a good scare. The UGLIEST girl I thought I've ever seen said my name. Thank God it turned out to be Eric in a costume… <br> <br> When I got inside all I wanted to do was escape all of the scary people in their costumes. There is thankfully a smoking room in the apartment with a ton of black lights and I ran up there. I was the only one in the room and I saw all the walls spin around me. It was so cool. I was lost in thought when I suddenly remember the other two and began to worry about them. I left quickly to find them. <br> <br> The parking lot showed no sign of them and quite honestly I was scared shitless. As I walked in a circle not knowing what to do I kept hearing voices from all directions whispering gibberish in my ear. I was so scared the only thing I could think about was leaving them to wonder the town with a head full of acid as I drove to the safety of my home. But I couldn't, I knew that would be a very bad idea. All of a sudden I see them walking up to the parking lot laughing and having a good time - boy was I relieved. <br> <br> They told me something about them rolling down a hill but I couldn't understand, I wish just so happy to see them. I'm not exactly sure what time it was then so I'll have to guess around 8:00. We were all ready for a short break so we drove to a grocery store to get something to eat. (It made sense at the time okay.) Jim was the only one with any money at all so we walked around telling Jim what was good to buy. It was so bright and weird inside, we finally decided to get caramel apples to eat and we got in line to purchase them. <br> <br> All things fell apart in the line. We tried to keep a straight face, but I honestly believe that was impossible for us in the state that we were in. As soon as it was our turn to pay we started laughing very loudly. The lady at the cash register gave us a look like she was going to kill us. (She was very pissed off.) We somehow got out of the store and into my car. We ate the apples in my car in the parking lot. We sat there for at least 10 minutes, it must have looked very strange. <br> <br> At this time I began to get a very large surge of fear and I wanted to go home, so I told everyone that I had to go home. They were both pissed off, they just couldn't understand what I was feeling. I dropped Jim off at one of his friends house. It was just Wally and myself now. Not quite knowing what to do I drove back to the grocery store parking lot. I was scared to go home because I was a total mess and I thought my mom would have a huge fit. <br> <br> As we were sitting in the parking lot I tried to explain to Wally what I was feeling but he was pretty much out of it. I told him that all the beer bottles in my car and the fact that I was dirty as hell with pupils the size of quarters was making me worry. He told me to relax and that we could go to his house for a little while. This sounded like a very good idea so that's where we went. <br> <br> When we got there we went down to his basement quickly to avoid his parents. Of course as soon as we got down there what do we see but his mom. Thankfully so was drunk so she didn't bother us. We played ping pong for a couple of minutes and I gathered up enough nerve to go home and face my mom whom I thought would yell at me like no tomorrow. <br> <br> When I got home I was much relieved to find that my mom only was a little bit mad that I missed Saturday evening church. The weird part was that she gave me a chocolate chip cookie that she baked that day. Holy Crap, I felt so good to know that I got away with going insane for the 5 hours. I was home and everything was going to be okay. <br> <br> I later found out that Jim took an 1/8 ounce of shrooms later that night. Damn, he must have fried hard. I've had many more trips since then but that one was special because it was the first real adventure where I went around totally crazy. All in all, I had a very positive experience. Sorry about how long this is, but I feel I needed to use some detail. Peace Out!<!-- 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: 10143</td></tr> <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: 5,091</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10143&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10143&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">7.0 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>(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">195 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A friend of mine had been talking a lot about 5-MeO-DiPT, and I was pretty curious about it. Many of my friends said that it was a tryptamine equivalent of 2-CB, and from the trip reports of 2-CB in PIHKAL I was really anxious to try the 5-meo-dipt. I went to a party, and was already candyflipping (LSD and MDMA) when I was offered the foxy methoxy. I was so anxious to try it that I accepted the offer, even though I usually tend to try new drugs by themselves. <br> <br> I mixed the 5-MeO-DiPT (it was a fine, white powder) with water and drank it. About an hour later, I started to feel some effects that were definately NOT due to the LSD or MDMA. Actually, the best way I can describe it is that the 5-MeO-DiPT overrode the candyflip. I suddenly just wasn't candyflipping anymore. There were visuals, but not like those from acid. Colors were bolder, and objects just outside of my focus (like the wall behind a friend I was talking with) would move and jump, and if I stared at anything for a few minutes it would start to slowly move and pulsate. My body temperature started to rise really rapidly, so much so that shorts and a rayon T-shirt was unbearably hot. Also, I was feeling much more creative. <br> <br> I grabbed a sketch book and started writing what could only be described as fairly weird and demented ramblings. At the time I was extremely proud of my writings and took them around to show everybody. Most of that was pretty much besides the point, however. More than anything, I was HORNY. I mean WOOHOO was I horny. It wasn't like the sensualness of MDMA, but more of an all-encompassing libido. Foxy is definitely a powerful aphrodisiac, at least for me. Another thing I remembered, the effects would generally come in waves, and dancing for a few minutes never failed to bring about another, stronger wave of the foxy. <br> <br> During the comedown, I started to get a really banging headache that really didn't go away for about a day or so. I assume that the headache was due to dehydration more than the foxy, however. I definately want to try this again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 495</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 4, 2000</td><td>Views: 15,822</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=495&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=495&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-DiPT (57), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Sex Discussion (14), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was towards the end of my freshmen year of high school. (It had been a year of many changes for me.) I had gone to an all boys private school in 7th and 8th grade where I was miserable. They were rich,shallow and boring. I was middle class,laid back and energetic. When I finally returned to Hanover County public schools from my two year exile, I was enthralled. I made up for everything I had missed. I partied, I got drunk, smoked weed, hung out with girls every chance I got and felt good. My many experiences of being intensely stoned stimulated my already curious, creative and active imagination. I found the 'distortions' of senses thrilling. But I wanted a more intense experience. <br> <br> So one night in drivers ed i happened to speak to a dealer. The next night i was presented with 10 tabs of what he reffered to as wizard of oz. A friend and I ate five each on night with a little campfire in a field next to his house at 12:00. We sat there talking for a while not knowing what to expect. At first I felt like a child finding everything novel and entertaining. Eventually, the giggling turned into occasional bouts of intense staring and engrossing visual images. 'My' old world was transmogrifying into Jung's archetype's and the Buddhist void. Little cognition was involved in my activities and events are difficult to recall. (Probably because it is state dependent) We went for a walk to the other end of the field. We suddenly stopped as the darkness felt like liquid enveloping us and reading our every thought. The usual field was now a horizontal cliff which frightened us even though we still can't recall why. Perhaps it was fear of the unknown or a projection of some fear embedded in our conciousness we were not ready to face. Anyways,we unanimously decided to make our way back to our campsite. Our pace became hurried. It felt as if the faster I walked, the faster the 'object' that was back there was coming faster and faster. Regardless,we strained to walk casually. I looked at the ground and my feet to keep focus on the task at hand. An old corn stalk on the ground suddenly turned into a corpse and grabbed my ankle. It finally let go and I hauled back to the warm shelter of the campfire which nestled us from the darkness of the unknown. <br> <br> At this point my already racing treadmill of a mind was blazing. It was approx. 2:00 when we had returned to the campfire. We decided to lay down and relax. From there I was taken into depths of undescribable and unforseen places. Were they places of my mind or other demensions I don't know because 'I' was not concious or attentive during the period of 2:30-6:00. The eyes simply observed as my usually racing mind apparently stopped doing and started being. No deadlines, no worries, no emotions, just existnece in as far as I have yet experienced it's purest form. <br> <br> When my ego had returned from vacation, my friend and I sat in awe and could only say wow. I felt as if the universe had been passed into the neurons of my brain and engraved in my gentics. Preconscious cellular processes were now understood to me. I could feel the platlets in my blood cells forming. The quick of my fingernails pushing and growing every so slowly. At 8:00 after taking a walk into the woods and playing catch with a water bottle, we went inside to have breakfast. We laughed our balls off at his dad telling old fighing stories and looking at his face still looking like a goblin. I went back home about 9:30 and fought off falling asleep until I gave in and slept for hours. My dreams were strange and acted like an exstension of the trip. When I woke up the next morning I felt refreshed and viewed life in a new aspcet.I also now knew that I could stop my ever nagging mind from bothering me when I needed to, just as wizard of oz had shown me. That experience sparked a burning passion for knowledge, spirituality and a zest for life I sometimes have forgotten in this fast paced and hurried life Americans lead nowadays.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 1986</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,695</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1986&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1986&format=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">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Wow… this trip was INCREDIBLE. <br> <br> I have taken 2-3 hits of the same potent batch many times over the past couple years but I’ve never had such an intense mental and VISUAL trip from JUST LSD in my life and that’s saying something! Maybe it’s because I was smoking DMT for 3 hours in a row the other week followed by a few more DMT trips in the couple weeks leading up to this one. These 2 hits just hit me like a train so I guess there is a possibility they were dosed a bit higher than others, but I feel like the DMT trips really affected this trip in a positive way. It definitely felt like I took at least 3 which was strange… anyways, I’ll begin! <br> <br> 5PM - took 2 tabs at my place. Waited for my fiancé to get ready. She had to work the next morning at 10AM so she couldn’t trip with me. <br> <br> 530PM - start to get minor sensations. <br> <br> 6PM - still only minor sensations and brightening of lights. Usually I’m almost peaked by now. <br> <br> 630PM - We start walking to Universal Studios and this is where I REALLY started to come up. I thought I should’ve taken more but it had a delayed fuse on it this time. Lights are very bright and start to twinkle. <br> <br> 645PM - We are waiting for the tram to take us up the hill to the front gate. Almost fully peaked. Lots of distortions. Feeling great. <br> <br> 7PM - We finally get to the gate. I’m a little concerned because I’m tripping HARD by now. Walk through security and get into the park… <br> <br> 710PM - WOW!!!! Let me set the scene- it’s dark outside and there is a pretty big crowd of people. They have Christmas lights everywhere along with all the normal lighting and music playing. <br> <br> The second I walk into the park, I see all the lights everywhere and the top of my head just opens up and my mind branches out like a tree around all the lights! It was like psychedelic candy for my eyes that made my mind explode! The visuals are CRAZY at this point. <br> <br> We walk straight to Hogwarts for the Harry Potter ride. All the buildings were dancing and color shifting through every color, changing as they bounced between every color of the rainbow. <br> <br> 720PM - We get in line for the Harry Potter dark ride. The line is like walking through Hogwarts. It’s incredible as the music changes. Something amazing happens as we finally catch up with the line inside where the pictures are talking on the walls. I have been walking this whole time and hadn’t had a chance to really stop moving. <br> <br> The second I stop moving, the lights everywhere engulf my entire vision. I see these warped rooms dancing but the lights take over. I start seeing words surrounding every single little light shooting out from my head. Everything turns into a disco carnival of lights warping into a tunnel of rainbow words. I see veins of words and energy coming out of everyone swirling into a giant tunnel and the tunnel starts to go on forever as I can no longer see or feel my body anymore. The crazy part is I understood my mind and thought process to the point where the mysteries of collective consciousness started to unravel further and further until all I saw was information bursting from my higher self moving into a swirl of infinite thoughts and information. <br> <br> I’ve had sustained ego death before, but THIS was momentary ego death that continues throughout the night every time I stopped walking. I merged with the collective consciousness every time I stood still for more than 5-10 seconds. Even if this lasted for only 30 seconds at a time, those 30 seconds felt like an eternity! <br> <br> I could go on and on about how rainbow color explosion the rooms were, but it’s indescribable! I finally got on the ride and WOW!! My tracers had increased to at least 2 full seconds. The ride felt so intense but I couldn’t really follow the story, it was just my mind exploding with information. I do remember getting stuck on the ride for a few minutes where the dementors were. I heard the ride operator speak and as soon as I did, it was like my mind made a map of the persons feelings and emotions as I was also seeing the mechanics of the ride in a tunnel of rainbow information. <br> <br> 8PM? - After Harry Potter we walked all the way down to the lower lot to ride the mummy. At this point, everything I saw formed a tunnel of information with the center being a bright white light. Time itself started to twist into a 3D swirl as a looked back at my trip and time continued to swirl into a tunnel just like everything else. <br> <br> We wait in a short line. Everything looks like a cartoon on LSD! The ruins and hieroglyphs on the wall made me see the Egyptians and I started seeing a map of information showing me so much about ancient Egypt. <br> <br> We finally get on the ride… it has a short story in the beginning but is a roller coaster that blasts you off into the dark. It felt like I was literally on a rocket ship flying through my mind. I’m laughing hysterically on this ride! The tracers were incredible in near complete darkness. <br> <br> 830PM - we ride transformers. The line has blinking red and blue lights that keep hypnotizing me to leave my body and again join the collective consciousness. If only I could remember how deep I really went because it’s so incomprehensible that I couldn’t understand or remember much after I started to walk again. <br> <br> The ride was super fun. You have to wear 3D glasses and it was so full of tracers and colors that I could barely see the warping screen but it was still loads of fun. <br> <br> 850PM - we have enough time to ride the mummy again before it closes. Just as much fun the second time! <br> <br> 9PM - We walk back up and start to leave the park. Still incredible seeing the lights so much so that I’m glad I could hold onto my fiancés arm so that I don’t get lost in the lights that are constantly overriding my visual field. <br> <br> 915PM - We exit the park to city walk and I look up at the sky. The tunnel I’ve seen in time and everywhere I’ve been is now a giant rainbow wormhole in the sky swirling towards the light deep in the center, very similar to DMT. <br> <br> Every person and the collective consciousness had veins of flowing energy that connected everyone in the huge crowd to the giant tunnel of energy in the stars. <br> <br> As I walked around, I saw myself from a higher plane walking and I saw my normal self with a shell of insecurities written on the shell of my body. I was able to increase what looked like Super Saiyan Blue from Dragon Ball Super surrounding my body to burst through my shell which looked like my ego breaking down. The aura surrounded my body as I recognized myself. I still continued to slip in and out of the collective consciousness to being everyone/no one simultaneously back to being my higher self surrounded by a super saiyan aura of words around my body. This continued until I was able to walk back to the tram. <br> <br> 955PM - caught the last tram down the hill to start walking home. I tried to comprehend what I had just experienced but even while still peaking, it was hard to recall the things I had seen. <br> <br> 1030PM - we stop at Ralph’s to get some fruit. The store looked like a laser light show everywhere. I’ve never seen a supermarket look like a rave before and it was tons of fun <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it was tons of fun</div></div>. I remember clearly walking and experiencing recursions where I would see the moment I’m in expand to infinity as I walked forward seeing myself taking the same step over and over and over like looking into 2 opposing mirrors. <br> <br> 11PM - get home and still tripping hard. I have a galaxy projector on the ceiling and turn on Disneyland music as I try to make sense of what I’ve seen. I try to vocalize everything to my fiancé as I started to come back down into my body. I remember my body shaking randomly as it felt like my mind began to be pushed back into my body. <br> <br> 1215AM - I'm still having great visuals but nothing like what I had experienced earlier at Universal. I finally feel like I'm back in my body so we watch the new Dexter we’d been waiting for. It was incredible even though their faces were stretching and warping all over the place with rainbows colors leaking out of the background and a giant flower growing out of the sides of my TV. Every moment felt great from that episode. <br> <br> 1AM - We watch the new SNL and I start laughing so hard at certain parts that I’m crying. I finally feel like I’m back to me and my mind has returned down from above me. <br> <br> 2AM - My fiancé goes to sleep and now I decide to smoke some weed. I’m shocked at how much it intensifies my trip this far into it. I turn on Shang-Chi and have a great time the entire movie. <br> <br> 4AM - still smoking weed and still have some residual visuals and decide to watch another Marvel movie. Still an amazing experience. <br> <br> 6AM-11AM - I ended up staying up until 11AM! I just could not fall asleep. I had residual visuals until about 8AM. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the time swirl of total overriding visual disco carnival lights, concepts, consciousness and words that was my trip at universal. <br> <br> —————————————— <br> DMT has shown me some incredible wonders, but I’ve never seen so much color and understanding than in this trip. There were many moments where the visuals took over in a way that was as intense and as blinding as DMT but the information I saw was presented in a different way. I have been in sustained ego death before but I’ve never had it come and go. Merging into the collective consciousness and becoming everyone and nobody at the same time was such a beautiful feeling.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2021</td><td width="90">ExpID: 115995</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 19, 2022</td><td>Views: 346</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=115995&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=115995&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53), Glowing Experiences (4)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My intention was to return to that rather frightening but nonetheless undeniably intriguing place where I had been on my last trip... yes, that bizarre 'brain wrapped around the universe' mode. This time I was equipped with a greater degree of understanding of the place, due in part to conversations I had had, and in part to my own realizations in integrating the details of the last trip. <br> <br> Only 2 hits of LSD this time... but it was quite enough. Again, the start time was late at night. I lie in bed. My brain and body thought that they were preparing for a night's sound sleep... heh heh, little did they know. Shortly, I began to stretch out in my bed, much as a dragon would awaken at the scent of battle. I felt the wind. Not the physical wind in the atmosphere, but the psychic wind that permeates all things (of which more later).....it swept through me, awakening with a tingle the dormant energy within me. I began to writhe in its glorious unearthly currents. The visuals emerged, separating out from their usual role as scaffolding in the structure of reality, and exposing themselves for my manipulation. They were part of ME. It wasn't long before I was again the conductor of an alien orchestra... the orchestra of my brain. I literally swept the LSD visuals into their structure as the representation of my brain... or else they assembled themselves. <br> <br> My first reaction was a sense of horror -- because I had forgotten the hellish feeling of Metaphysical Emptiness I had associated with this before.. the feeling (which I tried to describe in another report) that All is an empty illusion, and the only truly existing thing was just a brain/thought process that happened to be in a particular configuration in the pre-determined cycle. Instead of seeing the world, I saw the underlying reality behind the world, namely, the amorphous tissue behind the retina -- a total deconstruction of reality into the ugly, raw input. I was a mere detail, a mere surface expression of this inevitable program. But this time it made some sense that it hadn't really made before-- I knew I didn't have to get locked into a one-dimensional thought process (in which you can only do two things... go toward the light or away from it). <br> <br> Instead of 'me' being trapped inside heavy folds of brain tissue, my brain was laid out before me like the keys of a vast piano. My room was my brain. And my body was also my brain. Through the cells in my body I could feel the thoughts in my head and orchestrate the vision 'in my room', because the room was also in my head. I could also see my thoughts in the room, as if they were located in various places in my brain. <br> <br> For the next few hours I explored my brain as if it were physical territory. I thought.... my God, it is so dirty in here. How could I even see correctly with all this gunk here? It occurred to me that cleaning it out would clear up my perception of reality. <br> <br> There are places in the brain that correspond to the various emotions. Love and hope and joy are up above... I reached upward with my mind and instantly, I was a fountain of light, bursting with joy in all colors, existing as pure, light consciousness. Heaven! But it was very brief. <br> <br> Pleasure, enthusiasm, aggression... are various places along the forward equator -- responses that propel us forward. To the side, humor, disgust. I did see some pretty disgusting things... in fact I had my first real taste hallucinations -- I tasted bitter rue! It was in a corner of the mind along with hair (sticky matted stuff like you find in drains and sinks), bubbly purplish snot, and some octopus tentacles. Yuck! But I laughed, because it was SO bad it was funny. I quickly got out of that one by swallowing it and 'recursing' up, up and away. <br> <br> More places in the brain -- behind is fear, below is despair. I was overcome with fear when I 'went' to that spot, for a moment I was crouched in the corner in terror. But realizing that it was a place that I had gone, just like the love/joy place, made me realize that getting out of fear is simple -- just move up! <br> <br> When we refer to thoughts and feelings, we like to use physical terms for them... 'sinking feeling', 'really reaching', 'deep thoughts', 'preying on the mind', 'a flash of insight', 'feeling tense'... I know why now... the unconscious mind knows full well what muscular tensions and motions correspond to various kinds of thoughts and emotions, and so 'figurative' language developed in a way that represents an accurate portrayal of these muscle motions. One particularly funny moment was the occurrence of dawn. Not just any dawn (in fact it was 3 am), but the Archetypal Dawning Moment, the dawn of a new age, I had finally 'awakened', something had 'dawned' on me. I felt that each awakening was a reconstruction of self-aware consciousness, a miniature echo of creation. <br> <br> In the brain, there are various closets and broom cupboards and unswept corners and attics. One can get into quite a cleaning frenzy, opening up old trunks and so on. Typically what I found was cliches and habits and instinctual behavior. All the ingredients of personality. I found that 'reaching' physically and 'reaching' in the mind are the same. All the time on acid I find myself reaching with my right arm for things, especially my glasses, whenever I want to reassert my intellectual hold on the situation. Now I see why! That's my left brain 'reaching' into the right brain and rummaging around -- that's my way of visualizing the process of connecting unconscious symbols with conscious intellectual ideas. I started to realize what dreaming is... literally, housekeeping. All of that stuff there in the corners exists in symbolic form. <br> <br> The archetypes are back there. Those symbols have not just been collecting dust all this time, either. I have been associating things to them constantly all my life, actually, probably eons beyond my present life. Snakes, for example. I saw them there, in a corner. The archetypal reptile. But this time, I made a connection to these snakes that brought them out of the closet of the unconscious mind and into consciousness. These snakes were kundalini energy, the Serpent Power. And what was the serpent power? It was the control of brain muscle. Here I had been storing all this occult symbolism for centuries, and just now I was making the connection between all that occult symbolism and an internally perceivable mind-state. These connections were thrilling to the mind... the mind which keeps everything around, knowing that one day, connections can be made between everything. <br> <br> That is what I felt the last time, but didn't understand. I saw or felt, as I was turning my body, shoelaces (karmic threads) being vacuumed up and disappearing. A sense of recursive levels of a deeply nested function all finally collapsing and producing a result. These recursive levels went back for eons. I realized what karma is -- unconnected bits and pieces that need to be connected. The mind is on a continual quest for knowledge (spiritual growth), to make connections between ideas. That quest is necessarily repetitive, trial and error. A single experience of deep connection with the spirit might wrap up years and years of karma. Certainly the awakening of kundalini and the understanding of powers of the body hitherto unknown had this effect. Certainly the penetration of the light of consciousness, with its scientific training, into the depth of the unconscious, enabled the unconscious to make connections it couldn't make all by itself. And likewise, I the conscious mind made some connections that I couldn't make all by myself. These connections are visualizable as threads in the cosmic fabric... the ego and the id are relentless knitters, tying this fabric into a sensible reality. The mind is literally obsessed with reality and truth... obsessed with a need to know. So obsessed that it is willing to risk insanity or death to discover its true nature. Self-awareness is the process of connecting inner states to outer states, where those outer states are also a part of oneself. <br> <br> I become strangely 'inverted'... outer and inner reality were somehow reversed. I could 'see' my brain 'out there' (even though it looks like ordinary reality for the most part, I 'knew better'), and it was kind of hard to make sense of ordinary tactal input. I think there was something weird about left/right being reversed that confused me. I was lost inside the brain and didn't know where the eyeholes were. I was locked into perceiving oneself as a brain and I couldn't figure out how to turn myself back 'outside-out'. I spent many minutes trying to figure out how my cat was able to exist inside my brain there with me. I thought it was because she was actually projecting herself into my thoughts. I also was a bit concerned that I would have cat hairs in my brain. <br> <br> I could hear some slooshing sounds (brain gloop sloshing around) and felt nauseous when I stretched my brain a lot. Also, it was a sore afterwords for a day or so, so I really do think I was using those muscles. <br> <br> If this sounds rather frightening, it is! At first I felt a great sense of power...... ah, I can direct everything from here! One quickly realizes that this is more of a responsibility than a power. I thought: I'm not qualified for this! Allowing the unconscious to become conscious might not be a good idea... this is like promoting someone with no experience (the ego) to a job they aren't qualified for... but which for the Id is old hat... routine, even dull. <br> <br> The biggest danger is the panic reaction. Don't Panic! The unconscious is still operating, so just letting go of the ego is the answer here. I had the idea (the same fallacious idea I had the first time) that the only way to recover normal reality was to retrace my steps... this is wrong. Normal reality is a natural state of affairs... simply allowing normal reality to return, having 'faith' that everything is O.K., and not worrying about it, is necessary here. Going toward the light does work. Light is input from out there, and restores ones orientation to the world outside. <br> <br> Again I went back to the deep loop in which my thought cycles through God, free will, time.... although this time I had some idea what I was after. I was testing the limits of my model of reality. This is where it hurts. This is where my model of reality is really strained. It has some gaps in it, and the gaps are connected with God, free will, , and time. I write in there, because there is something nameless in that list of four things that keeps recurring in my thoughts as a sub-linguistic concept. Because I haven't named it, I can't really even consciously understand what I am representing by it. It may have something to do with 'soul' or 'psyche'. I learned a quite a bit this time (I can talk about it in another message)... I discovered that a lot of what I associate with the word 'God' is part of me (a 'higher self' or the id, or something). I'll write up some of my other insights in another message. <br> <br> After giving in and trusting the natural functioning of the body, I regained some sense of normality, and was able to appreciate the brain aspect of awareness as a dual form of awareness (although I am still a bit confused about some of the details as to how outer reality maps into inner reality). I spent some time getting more comfortable with this new way of experiencing part of my body (and mind). I realized how I don't really know how to operate my whole body, and I am just learning how, like an infant. I experienced myself as biomorphic protoplasm, an organized aggregate that has organs that extend into the world of 'mind' as well as the world of 'body.' Just as the skin protects the body from physical invaders, there is also a membrane that separates Self and Other in the realm of mind. It is the job of self-aware consciousness to stitch together these two membranes (the physical membrane includes the eyes and ears) -- this stitching is the re-creation of the perceived universe. <br> <br> The descriptions of kundalini awakening seemed to describe what I had experienced, and I agree with Gopi Krishna's assessment of it... it is a force that pushes evolution forward. I wouldn't be surprised if 'the kundalini force' turns out to be a psychoactive chemical that can flow in the nerves.<!-- 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: 1987</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,395</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1987&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1987&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> 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+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">7 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms - P. cubensis</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">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">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> About 2 years ago I was trying to push the psychedelic envelope. DMT had just found me for the first and last time in my life. I had very little of it, though, and I decided that I wanted to try it while I was already tripping on mushrooms. The day before I was about to dive into this journey, a buddy of mine gave me a 125ug dose of LSD. I felt that all of the forces of the universe were conspiring together to send me a powerful message, and I decided to take all 3. I dosed the LSD first at about 3pm, then the mushrooms about half an hour later. Around 5pm I was, quite understandably, feeling quite silly. <br> <br> I was with two friends, one of whom was on a small dose of mushrooms, and the other of whom was sober. I had pre-loaded a glass oil burner with 75mg of the yellow-white substance. I expected to be feeling a lot more nervous than I really was. My heart was beating fast, but I felt ready. <br> <br> I smoked the DMT in 2 back-to-back hits, and within about 5 seconds the room simply melted apart. At first, there was nothing but a kaleidoscope of colors. It was impossible to know how long this lasted, but I felt as though my body was flying through the middle of a rainbow. The colors struggled to even form shapes for some time, they were simply bursting brightly all around me, like a deeply-saturated strobe light in which I was immersed. I had no sense of being an observer of the colors; no thoughts that the colors looked amazing; indeed, no thoughts at all. It was as if I had just been born, and I was delivered into a zero-gravity room of infinite size where formless colors were all that existed. <br> <br> Eventually, I got the sense that I was in a space with certain dimensions that were not infinite, and the colors seemed less random, and were able to coalesce into forms, like a sea of brightly shining yellow-white-red diamonds that shifted colors with unimaginable quickness. It seemed almost as thought I were in a palace constructed out of gemstones and light. <br> At a certain point, I got the sense that someone else was present, and at this point I began to have sensations that vaguely resembled thoughts...they weren't in words, just mental impressions, like what a baby has when he feels safe in the presence of his mother. <br> <br> The being was practically formless and seemed to be made only of light, but I nevertheless had the sensation that it was a being (in hindsight, it may have been that my brain was trying to construct an image of my friend, in whose direction I was facing out of the sensory input information it was receiving). The being seemed to radiate perfection. It had no face, but if it did, it would have been smiling at me, and I would have been smiling back. <br> <br> Forms gradually became more and more clear. It seemed that the being was seated on a throne (my friend was sitting in a chair). It was communicating a message to me, which I did not understand (my friend was apparently talking to me, asking if I was okay, etc.), but that did not matter. I somehow sensed that the being was my friend. As forms became clearer, all of the landscape around him became a kaleidoscope of highly contrasted, beautifully intricate shifting geometric patterns. <br> I did not have the ability to think that I was in heaven, but in hindsight, I hope that is there is a heaven, it looks like that, with God seated on a throne, smiling, assuring you that he is your friend, with Creation flowing out from him in all directions. <br> <br> I stared in wordless awe until gradually language started to seep back into my consciousness. It seems the first sentences I was able to form with my thoughts were simply 'Nothing is separate. Everything is connected; everything is one.' <br> My thoughts became more and more complex, and forms became more and more solid. They never resumed 'normal', because, of course, I was on 7 grams of mushrooms, and LSD, but they became coherent enough for me to communicate with my friends.When I finally became truly self-aware again, I was crying. Tears of joy. I told my friend something like, 'Everything is the same thing; The same thing created the illusion of separate things so it could have the chance to experience itself, love, wonder, and surprise.' <br> <br> In hindsight, the experience was like mainlining the truth. I don't think what you see on DMT a 'parallel universe', or a way to lift the veil of the illusion to glimpse of what is 'actually there'. But I think it creates a mental experience that allows you to understand some the most fundamental, basic truth that there is. <br> <br> It is a bit meaningless to say that 'Everything is God', or 'Everything is Energy', or 'Everything is One', because from a logical standpoint, it is the same as saying, 'Everything is everything.' If everything is LITERALLY the same thing, there is no need for other words to distinguish everything from itself. <br> <br> But- abandoning the idea of things- each individual part of the universe is in some sense inseparable from each other part of the universe. The parts of the universe that were there in the big bang- in the initial moment of the universe, when the whole universe was simply a singularity- are inseparable from me. Space is simply expanding. And with the expansion of space, comes the space for Creation: Of stars, of plants, of humans, of computers, of novels... and of reddit threads.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2014</td><td width="90">ExpID: 108124</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 22, 2020</td><td>Views: 781</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=108124&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=108124&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), Mushrooms - P. cubensis (66) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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>(edible / food)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was my first time, after about a year of looking. I've done mushrooms, E, 2ci. I took it at my friend's house and we drove into DC with his wife and kid (I call him Tuck-a-bee, or Blee, or sometimes Ta-koon). It hit fast, 20 mintues in. It felt like the onset of mushrooms, but not only was it messing with my visual and conceptual frames, it was also 'twisting' my body. Hilarity hit and stayed a while. On the ride out, the kid kept asking for a scary story. I'd try to start, but get lost and get distracted by something else. (First mistake was to take it with a 3-year old around who wants alot of attention. I found this stuff made concentration difficult.) Second mistake was to go into public. I became intensely worried about maintaining decorum, which darkened the trip here and there. I couldn't just relax, which would have been nice. About 2.5 hours in, when we returned to our hometown, the trip continued but the jarring intensity was gone. I could soberly survey my thoughts, I didn't have that sense of being overpowered. However, things were still different and interesting. <br> <br> We went to the mall and saw a friend. For whatever reason, I thought I saw alot of deformed faces in the mall. People were uglier than usual. <br> <br> Alot of people say stick with mushrooms, and I see their point. My times on mushrooms were similar but also were accompanied by a deep warm euphoria that I lacked on LSD. Also, someone told me that keeping your shit together on LSD is a constant task, and I think that's probably true, it was for me this time anyways. <br> <br> Next time I'm going to do it solo or just with one friend and not in public. In public it's too confusing and I loose valuable time worrying.<!-- 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: 28924</td></tr> <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 20, 2020</td><td>Views: 666</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28924&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28924&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="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 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(edible / food)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">600 or 900 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Pharms - Lithium</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">60 or 80 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/fluoxetine/">Pharms - Fluoxetine</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">150 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/bupropion/">Pharms - Bupropion</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">25 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/quetiapine/">Pharms - Quetiapine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> LSD Lithium Seizure and Enlightenment <br> <br> I wrote this story about an experience I had. It keeps being taken off of reddit, But this is a story for people like us to hear. I would so appreciate if you would read. this experience changed me forever. <br> <br> "Trancendental Mistakes for Local Psychonaut, comes out alright on the other side." <br> <br> <!-- Trip Report. Its a doosie. <br/> -->This is a cautionary tale, I want to make this much clear : My circumstance ended up fine, but it didn't have to. It could have been much worse. I will speak to the good that I think the experience left with me but that is not a justification to try this combo. This mistake was due to the fact that I wanted to get high, to escape. I skipped over the most important rule of psychedelia, Research. <br> <br> This is also a debrief to myself after a most eye opening experience, so it is lengthy. <!-- Thanks for reading, there is much to learn from this experience.--> <br> <br> Background: 31 y/o male physically healthy and active. I have been on and off meds since I was 8 starting with amphetamines for concentration, eventually anti-depressants , with some powerful anti-psychotics by 11. But only now in my 30's has any doctor put their finger on my "Bipolar manic depression type II". It took them far too long to reach this conclusion. Nevertheless I am happy to have the diagnosis, as it allows me to know what I am dealing with and use that as a base for personal discovery. <br> <br> My relationship with "mind altering substances" first of which were prescribed, has always been fraught. At a young age it was my responsibility to take my medicine correctly. Mistakes were made. Children shouldn't be "playing pharmacy" with real medicine, they will just fuck it up. This went on for years until I was 17 and I went off all medicine until I was 27. I have been on psychotropic medicine for a long time. <br> <br> From those past experiences, I am on top of taking my medicine today, I have found a combo that works for now. I hope the meds are short term therapies, but that remains to be seen. <br> <br> Flash forward, here I am in my thirties with semi-managed Bipolar type II. I like drugs, I have for a long time and I have been taking risks since long before adulthood. I've never overdosed on anything, never been hospitalized for anything drug or mental health related. <br> <br> I'm currently on Prozac 60, Lithium 900, Welbutrin, Seroquel 25. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I'm currently on Prozac 60, Lithium 900, Welbutrin, Seroquel 25.</div></div> <br> <br> 6/20/2020 <br> I am with my closest friend at his house, we have tripped many times. As of late I had really wanted to take these hits of Owsley liquid an other friend laid for me on 3 giant sour patch kids. <br> <br> 8.pm <br> t-0:00 <br> Dose dropped <br> I remember the guy who had gifted me the doses say "I laid those heavy, so tread lightly. My friend and I ended up splitting 3 sour patch kids and 2 blotters each. Somewhere in the 400 mics - 500 mics. <br> <br> t+0:30 <br> Coming up steadily <br> Feeling of uplift, deterioration of auditory perception. This is a new phenomena for me. I have taken this LSD Lithium combo at sub perceptual levels before and this hearing thing is a lot to handle. I can't make out where sounds are coming from, if somebody speaks, their words are like inverted and ping pong around in my head. The sensation makes it feel as if the fluid balancing mechanism of the ear can not do its function of keeping balance, and pressure feels off and moving randomly. <!-- (you gotta be there to comprehend).--> <br> <br> We decide to go outside, all is well. Pre-perceptual eye visuals were apparent. We walk outside in the rain, its a steady rain that would get you soaking in just a few minutes. We walked out on to the asphalt driveway, covered in dead grass trimmings from a few days back landscaping. Wading around in "rain grass soup" felt super cool and only added to the experience. <br> <br> Both my friend and I are in good spirits, conversation is excited, funny and engaged. ***Its important to point out my friend and I have known each other for over a decade, share a brotherhood between us and have dosed over 30 times together. <br> <br> T+1h <br> My buddy and I were giddy, all smiles jokes and wonderment. The conversation was fun, it always is whether we are high or not. Usually we are talking about things within the realms of, cannabinoid research, physics, renewable energy, Emotions, family problems, Friends shit n` stuff. <br> <br> We we're on the subject of how illogical the fact that any of this experience of the universe exists. Some very existential shit. The type of stuff that happens on some doses. There is some "Dark Side of The Moon" playing on the speaker off his Roku tv. <br> <br> T+1:20 <br> I feel a sense of break in reality. As if there were brakes on the wheels of my mind and they came to a screeching halt. At that same instant while looking at my friend he turns into this flash of light turquoise with electrical currents running through. That only lasts a small moment. <br> <br> We decide to go outside again as we and leave the basement. I walk about 4 ft, I remember falling and then, I'm gone. Out. Down on the ground, shaking, eyes open. Seizure. This was all told to me of course in the morning. <br> ***I don't have a time log for events at this part but know this happened somewhere around 10:00 pm. <br> <br> Frank, who is an angel and you will see why, high as a kite now needs to deal with me. Make sure I don't get hurt, as I am rolling around thrashing violently on the hard basement carpet. <br> <br> So Frank is holding me and his description of what was going on is as such, "you were shaking, sometimes you would utter a random word but no sentences, eyes open the whole time but unable to see." <br> <br> Time passes and I begin to become agitated by the semi conscience confusing state I am in. There are these small moments of reckoning that happen during the event. In this instant I try to stand up I have a small frame of reality and I am trying to get up and run. Frank has to man handle me. I'm 5'7" 180 and Frank is 6'2" and about the same weight. A good match up for my buddy. Fade into black again. <br> <br> At some point Frank's sister Vince strolls in down stairs. Frank explains whats going on. "call an ambulance Frank", "No Vince, Bennie has to find himself out of this one. He will be o.k." Vince steps in and begins to help take care of me. She held me and kept telling me I was going to be ok and helped me stay calm. As mentioned before my eyes were open the entire time. <br> <br> Again I rise and attempt to stagger to my feet, unsuccessfully. I fall flat on my face and get a bloodied nose. This is also where I bite the hell out of Vince's leg drawing blood. I was really scared apparently. Fade into black. <br> <br> I rise once more, they are watching the Simpsons. I try to speak, but its all coming out as gutturals. I try to stand, fall again. Stare at Vince thinking how can I tell her, when I had nothing to say. This moment is where things became back into a semi sense of focus. The condition I was in on this last moment of lucidity I can only describe as K-hole-esque. <br> <br> In all I was in this state for about 4 hours straight. <br> <br> <hr> <br> Now, what does this all mean. What do I come away with from this experience. How can I will this incredibly frightening experience into an incredibly frightening personal growth experience. As I am sure you are aware, I am no Dr. The combination I took "lithium and LSD" should never ever under any circumstance be taken together. With that said "Bennie" here did. This combination of two substances I hold near could have killed me, for what it was worth I should be. I am convinced that this experience has helped me strike up a positive change in my personal perspective of responsibility to my self. Coming back from this experience has changed me for good. I feel like I received Chemical-Electro-shock therapy. I am not manic just feeling really good. Maybe the reaction at the time is violent with the seizure, but the result is therapeutic once finished. all in all, I'm blessed to have such good friends to take care of me. This was a profound experience that I don't plan to attempt again. Do your research my friends. <br> <br> 9/24/2020 <br> ****It's been 3 months since the experience, and my life has been on an upward trajectory. I was headed that way anyways now its all the more real. I have found myself, I am making decisions that I had feared in the past. I enrolled in electrical school at 31 years old and am going to get my associates degree, I was so afraid in the past but I am moving forward. I have ended relationships that were causing me trouble. I have strengthened the relationships with those who I share love with and for. I have found the door to enlightenment I truly feel. I am currently oiling the hinges and crafting a key for the lock. <br> <br> I <!-- am--> have not had a bipolar episode in over a year since I received the diagnosis. I attribute the growth to meds and having faith that you and I can bet better and doing whatever it takes to get there. I believe our minds are so powerful that if we truly challenge ourselves to manifest our mind and soul, explore and its output and actions into the real and spirit world as my close friend Michael says "Change the world, Change the self." <!-- live starring you. <br/> -Lov--> <br> <br> <br> [Reported Dose: "LSD Lithium Prozac Wellbutrin / 600 iu, 600mg, 80mg,150mg"]<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2020</td><td width="90">ExpID: 114890</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 31</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 12, 2020</td><td>Views: 789</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=114890&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=114890&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was my 2nd time taking LSD, and I was prepared to go balls deep since the first time I had taken it, I barely had any visuals at all nor did I have an openness of mind / speech etc. <br> <br> My friends and I decided to start super early in the morning at 6 am which is insane I know, but my previous experience with acid I had started at noon and was still tripping by 8pm even though I had wanted to go home. So I drove over to my friends’ house and we proceeded to take our tabs. <br> <br> I took 2 tabs, and we started walking to our tripping destination. We really chose an awesome place to trip, a location that was secluded and had lots of space / nature / foliage to sit around and talk, and this location also had a beautiful view as well. I noticed that I was starting to lose motor function and couldn’t really walk up the hill very well, a 10 ft. incline seemed to me to be almost 50 ft. This is when I realized that I was starting to trip, and that this trip would definitely be a lot more intense than the first time I had taken it. <br> <br> At this point I was also starting to feel that everything was really funny, which I enjoyed, I have always been the type of person to find humour in everything, and this situation was no different. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I have always been the type of person to find humour in everything, and this situation was no different.</div></div> By the time we reached the spot, almost an hour later, my friends and I were all already tripping, we had one trip sitter, but this girl seemed like she was never sober, and it was my first time meeting her, so I wasn’t quite sure what to make of her. She ended up being one of my pillars later on during the trip. <br> <br> I sat down between two tree trunk roots and proceeded to sit in the same spot for the next 2-3 hours. Upon sitting down, I still had 2 more tabs in my pocket, and decided to take 1 more and split the other one with my friend. This was not a good idea, since I was already tripping I should have waited a bit longer but I didn’t think I would have an opportunity like this again, so I took 1 more and split another half with my friend. <br> <br> An hour after that, 3 hours ish into the trip by 9:30 – 10 am, I was tripping really really hard. I was unable to distinguish between reality and what was going on inside my mind. By the time I thought to say something, my mind was already slipping into something else. There was no difference between me closing and opening my eyes, because either way I still had a clear as a picture image of what I had just seen in my mind. The entire world became a tracer, so every time I saw something I would see that image move along my entire scope of vision. I didn’t eat anything, and barely drank any water the entire time. I also lost all sense of hearing, vision, etc. I felt that everything was captured in a picture and then when I saw something else, that scene would slowly drift into the next. When I looked up at the sky, the sky had just become another part of this scene driftng. <br> <br> We had only brought 4 or 5 bottles of water, and were sorely unprepared for how dehydrated we would become. I hated checking the time, because I had no concept of time, so I really couldn’t understand how if it seemed as if I checked my phone every 10 minutes, but the time never changed. This was really disturbing for me because I am usually a very time-conscious person. <br> <br> Apparently I kept on playing the same song over and over again, and this song also became one of my pillars, my friend whom I was tripping with was also another pillar, and my other friend whom had taken the same amount as me was another pillar. I believe I had 4 pillars total, which was totally necessary because if I didn’t have these people I would have lost my mind. I had no concept of size, walking was impossible, I moved maybe 3 – 4 feet during that entire 8 hours that we were located at the tripping spot, but to me it felt like miles. One of my friends was sitting at the same spot for an entire 8 hours, and I should have joined him, because he had the most incredible view of the city beneath us, the sky, and the landscape. <br> <br> My friends who had only taken 1 or 2 tabs were coming down at this point, around 4pm, and we all decided as a group to go back to the town, so began the long journey down the hill, it felt like hours to me, but of course to them it took maybe 20 min to get down the hill. <br> <br> I remember trying to eat a cookie as we walked down the hill, upon staring at the cookie I realized that it was morphing, I could see every molecule of the cookie roll back and forth as I tried eating it, I was extremely discouraged from eating it at this point, and I really did not want to bother this cookie, because I was convinced that it was a living being. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I really did not want to bother this cookie, because I was convinced that it was a living being.</div></div> When I glanced up at the sky and the trees, I could see that everything was pulsating and alive. Everything was beautiful and connected, I could see everything surrounding me breathing in a slow and gentle movement. <br> <br> By 6pm, we had moved to our other friends house and were just sitting and lounging around, when I walked into the room I swear that I was sunburnt, but when I went back outside to ask my friends, they said that nothing about my skin tone appeared out of the ordinary. I realize now after shrooming, that I have a tendency to notice the red tones in my skin a lot more than usual. I reapplied sunscreen and went back into the living room. <br> <br> We went to another friends’ place to watch some television around 9pm, and I was still tripping although by this point it had settled down into a more marijuana high, which I dislike. I had a dentist appt. the next morning. At 10pm, I decided to drive home, this was a HORRIBLE decision. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">At 10pm, I decided to drive home, this was a HORRIBLE decision. </div></div> I was ok when I started the engine, but right when I started driving I knew that I should have put my car back in park. I drove in circles for at least 30 minutes before getting onto the freeway, driving on the freeway was a whole other shithole because I was terrified to drive over 65, and could barely drive 40 mph, I maintained a 60 mph speed the entire way back home, and that was the most horrifying drive of my entire life. I tried listening to music so I could calm down, but the forest and trees were so luminous and dark. My car was dark as well since it was nighttime, so that made it even more difficult to focus on the road. That 20 min. drive turned into an hour and a half since I was tripping way too hard to drive and could not even drive the speed limit. <br> <br> Once I got home, it was so hard to get back up the stairs and into my room, I was too freaked out to turn on the lights and knocked over an entire table full of stuff since I was still tripping. I tried taking a shower, and when I looked in the mirror again my entire body was still really red (of course this was still in my imagination). <br> <br> In retrospect, I would probably never take that many tabs again, I think I would max out at 2.5 or 3, and I would also never let myself get in a car since that was really unsafe and could have put my life as well as others at risk. I was truly fortunate that I did not get hurt<!-- and I also did not get hurt-->. <br> <br> I think I tripped too hard to gain any spiritual insight into myself, since I don’t really remember what I saw since the peak of the trip I spent deciphering what was in my imagination and what was reality.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2014</td><td width="90">ExpID: 104370</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 31, 2019</td><td>Views: 703</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=104370&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=104370&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">95 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> HOFMANN’S GOLD <br> <br> Sit around, <br> Talk awhile. <br> Take the trip, <br> Try to smile. <br> <br> Wait for it, <br> Here it comes. <br> Bodies rush, <br> Limbs go numb. <br> <br> Loss of breath, <br> Walk away. <br> Don’t fight this drug, <br> It’s here to stay. <br> <br> Move away, <br> Into a room. <br> That’s far beyond, <br> The reach of doom. <br> <br> Lose the plot, <br> Misplace your mind. <br> Endless thoughts of human kind. <br> <br> Friends are warped, <br> Try not to stare. <br> Don’t breed the thought, <br> Don’t feed a scare. <br> <br> Friends announce, <br> Lets take a walk. <br> Our madness holds, <br> Forget the thought. <br> But off we go, <br> Across the street. <br> We tipi-toe, <br> On weightless feet. <br> <br> We come across a broken castle. <br> The smell of death’s, <br> Another hassle. <br> <br> We run away, <br> Back to the lair. <br> The leaning box of drugged despair. <br> <br> I want to spend, <br> another night. <br> On melting roads, <br> And warped delight. <br> <br> So off I go, <br> And so do they. <br> My friends have gone, <br> To my dismay. <br> <br> But never fear, <br> The time shall come. <br> Another cheer, <br> A stamp of fun. <br> <br> Because out the back, <br> A room does wait. <br> For another Mir, <br> A cheap escape. <br> <br> Welcome to the corner of my world, <br> It’s always fun, we’re never bored. <br> The flights are high, <br> Our answers won. <br> Our tears are fired, <br> From laughter’s gun. <br> <br> Our minds outstretched, <br> Our souls asleep. <br> Our newborn lives, <br> Our gods on heat. <br> <br> Our guides are lost, <br> Our futures told. <br> Our egos squashed, <br> On Hoffman’s gold.<!-- 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: 66753</td></tr> <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 2, 2015</td><td>Views: 2,015</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=66753&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=66753&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Poetry (43), Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </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/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">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">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've had a bit of a strange experience in my past 3 years of taking psychedelics and I can't find a lot of information on it. I have taken a decently wide variety of doses of boomers, L, and deems and often I have a very minimal trip or just a body trip. I have talked to a variety of people and everyone finds it strange. I know that the stuff I've had is good, because it has worked well for a large variety of my friends. <br> <br> Here's a scenario to clarify on L: <br> <br> I take two hits of L and everyone else is blasted off. I have a great body trip, feel happy and euphoric, and may have minimal visual or pattern recognition; but, I never come close to the intense visual experiences my friends have. <br> <br> Also, I can't take more L to enhance or extend my trip. If I take it one day I will barely feel it if I take any more for about 4 days after. This pretty much doesn't matter on the amount I take. It could be anywhere from half a hit to half a strip on the first day. I just feel like I microdosed. <br> <br> ~ <br> Other times, I have been in deep thought during a trip and all of a sudden my trip almost completely stops. This happens usually after a bout of extreme body euphoria. This has happened to me on DMT as well. <br> <br> ~ <br> Mushrooms tend to produce more of a trip, but never as much for myself as others. I haven't had enough experience with dosage and variety to make a conclusive statement. <br> <br> ~~~~~ <br> So mainly I'm just wondering if anyone has looked into this or experienced it. Is there such a thing as a natural tolerance that may just require me to take more? The most intense trips I've had were when I'm stressed out by my surroundings so I'm curious if it's hormonal or mental instead of a relation to my body composition. The stress has managed to kick start a trip for me so even after I'm removed from the stressful situation my trip will still continue to be just as intense. Other times, I've begun to trip and as I'm climbing to the peak I've had an extreme bout of euphoria and then my trip abruptly stops. I enjoy psychedelics and would love to have fruitful experiences with them without having to take a ridiculous dosage. <br> <br> Sorry if this is confusing there is a lot to explain and process. <br> <br> [Reported Dose: 'Typically 2-3 hits of L ,1/8 of mushrooms, unspecified with DMT']<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2014-2015</td><td width="90">ExpID: 107524</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 10, 2016</td><td>Views: 2,555</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=107524&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=107524&format=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), DMT (18) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> We went to a party in the desert- south of Israel. Me, A who was my bf at that time, my gf C and more friends. The organizers of the party arranged a bus that will take us to the party and back. <br> <br> The minute we went on the bus A saw some 17-year-old girl who he knew from somewhere. He started talking to her and flirting with her. He didn't pay any attention to me all the way to the party. I became really angry and decided to ignore him. When we arrived to the party I took my LSD and I remember we fought and he stayed in the tent and I went to the party. It was really cold but I dropped all my clothes and stayed with a tiny shirt. I said to myself fuck him I'm not gonna ruin all my trip cuzz of him. <br> <br> I remember me and my gfs dancing and I was heavily tripping. I was paranoid that he is with that girl and that it's better I won't see that. When the morning came I find myself dancing alone in the desert. I was so stoned I peed on myself and hung out like that all through the party! A friend who saw me like that told me gently 'don't u think u need to wear other pants'? from some reason I didn't saw A till the end of the party and then the party was over and we got on the bus again and it all started again. This girl was there with A again and they kept talking and flirting. I start to think paranoid thoughts, that they are laughing at me and that they exchange phone numbers so they can meet. All the way he sat next to her and they didn't stop talking. My friend C made me even more paranoid. I really wanted to go to that girl and hit her and I held myself not to do that. We got back to Tel Aviv and we got into my car so we can go home. (A was living in my house so I couldn't get rid of him). We barely talked and the vibe was bad and I was really stoned and I barely knew where I am and it was Friday and the roads was busy and I had to drive like this to my home. <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> I don't remember much of that day I only remember the next day we had sex and it was amazing. He went to work and I stayed at home and my friend E came. And then I started to feel very weird. The trip was getting harder instead of getting over. It's really hard to explain this in words. I can only say that I felt the trip was stuck and it was a nightmare. I didn't want to go to work like that cuzz I was afraid someone will notice that I'm not 'normal'. I remember I felt disconnected from myself and it was very scary thing to feel. I was really afraid I'm gonna stay like that all my life. In addition I couldn't step down on my foot. I don't know what I did at the party I guess I danced too aggressively. I swear to myself that if I'm coming out of this bizarre trip state I will never take LSD again. <br> <br> In the end it was somehow over and I came back to myself more or less. Of course after like 2 weeks I took acid again….<!-- 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: 93010</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 25</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 27, 2016</td><td>Views: 2,078</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=93010&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=93010&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Hangover / Days After (46), Relationships (44), Difficult Experiences (5), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">70 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A few weekends ago it was my best friend's 20th birthday, and we intended to celebrate by going to a rave and dropping a lot of acid. 6 of us went to the rave. Half of us, including me, had 5 blotters, the other half, 2 or 3. <br> <br> We couldn't find any dealers for a while, and to bide our time we tried a dose of liquid 2CB. Having done a few other similar chemicals such as 2CE and 2CI, I was interested in trying it. The come up was rapid, and I felt heavy for a while. The physical symptoms subsided to give way to a subtle but very pleasant dreamy euphoria. I remember thinking that this would be a good drug to a person inexperienced in psychedelics. <br> <br> Around 3 AM we found an acid dealer almost out of acid. I bought 3 blotters. I took 2 and gave 1 to a friend-so 3 of us had 2 of these blotters each. The dealer was quite sure of the quality of his blotters, and later we found another dealer who was selling cheap 2-quid-a-hit blotters, so I thought I would have 3 of them as well. I was anxious to take them, as I was due back in the evening. <br> <br> Everyone seemed to take a long time to come up off the acid-this may have been due to the 2CB already in our system, I'm not sure but usually I'm coming up fast in 25 minutes. I few tokes on a hash joint caused a flush of warmth trough me, and I felt very relaxed. Walking was actually a task, and for a while I could barely stand up. It was after this joint that I noticed the wall and ceiling were beginning to creep-visuals too strong for the 2CB, so I assumed the acid was kicking in. Nitrous was interesting as usual, but not as it could have been (needed to be coming u more on the acid, and they ran out early). <br> <br> Around 5 we left the rave and got on a bus. Lights were very bright, and being around sober people wasn't fun. It was on the bus ride that the acid really started to take effect. The floor of the bus was moving strongly, like liquid, and I could both hear and feel my brain clicking with activity. Strong OEV's began to appear, and I informed the other guys that we had taken a BIG dose of acid, the strongest I've ever had by a long shot. <br> <br> We then decided to walk to Hyde Park to see the sunrise. We didn't make it in the end, but had a good explore of London. Visuals were strong everywhere. There were powerful open eye visuals even in the daylight! <br> <br> I was very intoxicated. I couldn't really construct sentences, and my memory was reduced to a loop of a few seconds. On the way back to my friends flat, someone had the bright idea of buying a MacDonald’s while on a psychedelic dose of LSD. Stupidly I went with these guys into MacDonald’s. They couldn't stop laughing, and I was trying to look elsewhere. The atmosphere grew VERY heavy and oppressive-talk about bad vibes. One of the guys actually wanted to sit down and have his meal around some very freaked out people. I was glad to be out of there. <br> <br> Eventually we made it back to the flat. Inside the enclosed space the visuals were a lot stronger. We loaded up, a bukket bong (very good), gravity bong and a normal bong. Everyone had a good dose of weed, and we finally settled in my friend’s room. <br> <br> The visuals were intense. Sound was highly distorted; it had a lot more depth, almost fluid. I actually felt something like blood tricking down my lower leg-this felt very realistic, but there was nothing there. It was just my imagination going a little haywire. Time was very odd. I'd never experienced time behave so oddly before, except perhaps on a few high dose 2CE trips. There was constantly looping, we would all repeat ourselves, and it sort of felt like we were being reborn or reawakening every second. Very weird. <br> <br> While all chilling in my friend's room, one of the guy's, J, suddenly freaked and shouted 'Shit guys, I'm having a really bad trip!' Knowing that his memory was screwed in this condition, I held his attention (via eye contact) calmly assured him that we're cool, everything's fine. He took a few seconds to process this, and calmed down. This cycle repeated itself several times, and I assured him we had been fine up until now, so were going to be fine. Soon after this, my best friend A, who never freaks, also said he was having a bad time. <br> <br> The time loops raged on, and we just rode it out. Although it was incredibly intense, I was ok. But hearing that 2 other guys were having a bad time wasn't cool. In the most intense parts of the trip, I felt like this was what one form of insanity could be like. <br> <br> Two other guys left, who were on less acid, and my friend b was on less also and he was a positive influence to have around. People were reporting weird stuff. B's friend was so far gone the walls had vanished, J said at 1 point he felt like he was dead and was floating outside of his body-a classic description of ego loss, which we were all experiencing. <br> <br> A reported telepathy. While on acid, I'm in a state of heightened suggestibility with increased sensitivity to environmental cues. I am so in tune to people's facial expressions and body language, that I could tell how one another was faring. A said he was getting a bad trip by reading J's thoughts, who was also having a bad trip. I had amazingly complex and detailed CEV's to the extent I went to actual vivid places, like in dreams. I could also see music. Even in a room with friends, the atmosphere was intense, and I put a jumper over my eyes to enjoy the visuals. <br> <br> Due to the high dose and the weed, I wasn't at baseline for around 24 hours, which meant going on the tube and the train in this [much diminished] state. This was unpleasant, but had to be done. While the visuals were nearly diminished, the feeling of the acid high persisted. The next day I wasn't completely normal, but I think this was largely due to sleep deprivation. <br> <br> I've sampled a lot of different chemicals, but in my opinion LSD is the most intense, and most powerful of the lot. The power of my brain in this state is mind blowing. Computers don't come close. I didn't give acid the respect I should have, and the lot of us were very lucky that the night had gone so well, if anything had gone wrong in our states, it could have gone very wrong indeed. <br> <br> That night on a high dose of acid was without doubt the most intense, most mind blowing, and most weird event of my life so far. I was in shock for a while afterwards. <br> <br> I will definitely be doing acid again in the future, but never this much. There were no after effects or hangover to speak of, incredible when it was such a strain on my brain. <br> <br> If acid were a bad drug, I am almost certain I would be permanently rain bowed out after experiencing that 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: 41736</td></tr> <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 12, 2008</td><td>Views: 6,521</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=41736&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=41736&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Multi-Day Experience (13), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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 --> So my experience begins on a cold New England night. The sky is clear and the stars are shining brightly. It's about 8:30pm when I decide that I should take the remaining acid from a 10 strip I bought a while back. I was alone in my home, parents had gone away and my brother had wondered off to who knows where. I felt that being alone for a trip could be a growing experience for me, since almost all my previous psychedelic experiences involved fairly large numbers of people being around. My intension for this trip was to explore myself, my mind. <br> <br> So I slip the blotter onto my tongue, with that pre-trip tension in my stomach. Then I go downstairs to my living room, and pop on the TV. It's about 45 minutes later I notice the first effects. The windows in the room had white lacy curtains with flower designs. These flowers began to swirl majestically, while the curtains swayed in the acid breeze. Then I looked at my couch, it was divided up into perfectly symmetrical squares that were all rotating counter-clockwise. So I thought, 'well here I go'. I only watched TV for another 10-15 minutes before I decided I should go to my room, throw on some music, turn the lights off, and lay in bed. <br> <br> I chose the new Tool album Lateralus as the soundtrack to my journey, and this suited the trip fine. The album flew by, its almost a full 80 minutes long, but for some reason it went by very quickly. So instead of time slowing like it should it went much faster at least for that 80 minutes. But during that time I saw some of the most beautiful CEV's that I could ever have imagined. The only one I remember vividly was what appeared to be some sort of a fish creature, that had no real head, and its whole body swayed through the liquid colors. Around this time I began to think about my life. I came to many conclusions about what I should do and where I should direct my life. I also figured out what I percieved God really is, but I won't go into that. I don't want to rant on about things that I think are nearly impossible to explain. If anyone knows the album I was listening too, the last track 'Faaip De Oiad' is a creepy phone message from a man talking about aliens with loud jarring music. When this came on I felt an incredible fear rush throughout my body, but it went away as soon as the song ended. <br> <br> After the cd was over, again it went by so quickly, I turned the lights in my room on. My god I was tripping hard. Everything was divided into symmetrical shapes, and were spinning wildly. A poster on my wall, a print of a Alex Grey painting 'Praying', was very cool. The persons veins in the painting were pulsing, the person seemed to be living. I then put on a Sonic Youth cd, listened to one song, got a jacket on and went outside. I layed down inthe grass facing the sky. The stars were absolutely stunning. They were sparkling, and each star would change color frequently. And if I focused I could make the sky become symmetric, divided into 3 sections. I spent quite a while out there. But when I came back to my room...the same song was playing on my cd player. I guess the cd was on repeat, but that totally shocked me at the time. I thought that I had walked outside, layed down and got back up, all in the span of a few notes. <br> <br> The next few hours are pretty hazy, I know I watched some TV. And I also know I felt no need to explore my mind anymore then I already had that night. I felt I had all the answers I would ever need. <br> <br> The trip really did change the way that I actually thought for a a few weeks. It is hard to explain, but the way I thought was actually transformed. The biggest effect was that nothing petty even fazed me. I never felt like arguing about anything with anyone for any reason, that all felt below me. But I noticed that that effect wore off over time, and I feel like my old self. I don't know if thats good or bad though. <br> <br> Overall this was a great experience, not my first, and definately not my last experience with this powerful drug.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 12658</td></tr> <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, 2005</td><td>Views: 7,539</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12658&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12658&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">300 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Pharms - Lithium</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="/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">192 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have been tripping LSD since I was about 17 years old. I am an experienced rave kid from my time so I used to trip every weekend for about 3 years straight. The scene died off here so I did not take acid near as much but I did here and there for the past few years.<br> <br> I am now 25 and took acid for the first time in 6 months since I started taking Lithium. The guy said the acid was strong but I shrugged it off like nothing since his stuff is either hit or miss. Within 10 mins of dosing I was tripping so hard I could not drive. Had I not been close to my destination I would have had to pull over. <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> I get into the party and everything is fine. There is a dj that I cant stand and it starts. From that point my husband tells me I started to look like I was mentally handicapped. I began yelling in tongues to the party, my eyes were wide as they could have been, and a I started preaching in tongues to the people. I was not speaking English so this is what he says I was doing. I thought I was giving a sermon to everyone about how there is a balance to the universe and how everyone is ignoring it. This was all in my head.<br> <br> At this point I began to have a seizure. My husband says my eyes rolled back and I began to shake violently. My arms went crazy all around my face. There was no color to my eyes, it was all black. I passed out for about 45 mins. When I woke up he escorted me to the car. I woke up the next morning with painful body aches and my jaw hurt severely. <br> <br> I do not remember hardly anything from the party. I remember a couple of djs or people I saw but nothing about the actual experience. Mixing LSD with Lithium has been one of the most horrific experiences of my life. I NEVER had a problem with acid until I took this drug while being prescribed this antidepressant. Please if you are taking Lithium, be aware that if you are taking Lithium, your world could be fucking turned upside down. Hallucinations were intensified by 100%, I had a seizure, and I experienced one of the more embarrassing moments of my life. Sure the visions I had were badass, but that does not compensate for foaming at the mouth and yelling at a party while a dj is playing, then having a seizure and passing out. This was such an intense trip I could not understand vocabulary, could not comprehend my name or even what a name was. Yes, it went that far. Please if you are taking Lithium, heed all cautions when it comes to LSD and Lithium. Stop taking the lithium at least a week before you dose. If you dont, please have a seroquel, xanax, klonopin, valium, etc. nearby if you do. When I was tripping too hard like I did, I wished I had one of these available.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 75153</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 16, 2008</td><td>Views: 17,921</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=75153&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=75153&format=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 - Lithium (91) : Club / Bar (25), Hangover / Days After (46), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">75 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've been taking LSD for 15 Years now! <br> <br> So far nothing bad, good trips mostly a few panic attacks throught it, sometimes maybe getting to close to things that are beyond me, places I am not ready for. <br> <br> My partner has been taking for 10 years or so (since we got together), no problems either. Doses from 1 to 6 tabs (paper) no idea of quantity in tabs, best were little flint like microdots, looked like lighter flints, very powerfull awesome trips. <br> <br> All I can say is after 15 years I have had no problems that I know of, Consumed Speed for some time also, not very good in longer times, Teeth rot! Insides not so good. Stay away from speed for long time use, my advice. Acid no probs at all, mushrooms nice trip maybe 4 hours! Try making paste from them boil in water down to resin like syrup and dry out on paper 1 inch squares work well different trip from just making tea! <br> <br> Certainly I understand thing better for my experiences Knowledge of High end physics is beyond most, The ability to see / imagine in new ways is main benefit never saw anything that looked real, ie halucination though some see through apparitions, like transparent holograms! <br> <br> My advice give it a try with people and place you are comfortable in, maybe watch a good comedy light hearted at start to put you in good mood! <br> <br> Stevie<!-- 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: 10384</td></tr> <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: 9,738</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10384&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10384&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/paroxetine/">Pharms - Paroxetine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </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="/pharms/oxycodone/">Oxycodone</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Paxil and LSD and Mushrooms <br> <br> I have experience with mushrooms. I used to get them from Holland and they were dried p.cyn -- very strong 1/4 gram<!-- your in anywhere you want-->. If I took two grams it was an 8-10 hour extremely powerful trip. Most people have never taken shrooms like this. I also took liberty caps. <br> <br> Anyway, I started on paxil a year ago and I think it makes me emotional blunt. Like I dont feel pleasure or sex drive. I only took it to get rid of anxiety. <br> <br> I first got chocolates at a dead show and needed 4 of them at 20 each to even get a small trip. Well I want the feeling from the cyn so I take a week later 1/4 ounce dried good cub. Then it didnt do much. I ate 12 more chocolates thats like 24 grams they say of cub. I was good but nowhere near where I wanted. <br> <br> I havnt taken LSD in 20 years. I took 6 hits, then it didnt work. I took 4 hits of another LSD, nothing, I took a quarter sheet and am barely even hallucinating. Then 5 more hits. All bought from different people so impossible they're all bad. I dont care about anything. I have to believe I cant get to a place cyn or windowpane can take me no matter how much of a different shroom I injest. I also got some truffles from London and took 40 grams semi dried and got to hallucinate but it made me skitzo. It doesnt work at high doses. I also take oxycontin for chronic pain <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I also take oxycontin for chronic pain</div></div> and I dont think that hurt it. Well, I figured it must be the paxil. I didnt even take the paxil dose at 12 when I usually do but took the 1/4 sheet 4 hours later. If this paxil can block out the feeling of getting high I am assured it does. Then I wonder what else I cant feel in life. I'm too scared to tell my dr this but was hoping to find an answer on how I can enjoy taking mushrooms again. I dont want acid. <!-- I also heard that you can take as much p.cub as you want.--> I wonder if I had liberty caps or p.cyn if this would happen. I guess the LSD is just blocked. Well, I hope I dont feel crappy for a long time I never thought it possible to take so much and be fine.<!-- 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: 35934</td></tr> <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, 2021</td><td>Views: 817</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=35934&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=35934&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Paroxetine (148), LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Not Applicable (38), 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">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">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+ 5:00</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> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Me and my boyfriend had decided to candyflip for our first time on new years eve, 1999. We were going drug free for awhile as our new year resolutions, and we wanted to end it all with something new. We were headed for a party a couple hours away, and when we were about halfway there, I took my first tab of acid. When I started to trip lightly, I took another tab. About 20 minutes later, we arrived at the party, expecting a long line, but got in right away. We socialized for awhile, and at this point I was beginning to feel my trip, not an unusual feeling. We then found a friend and bought two and a half pills to split between the two of us. <br> <br> We went out on the gigantic dancefloor and sat down (not something usual for me to do, but there was more than enough room), the lighting was scarce and not very thrilling, but there was a big projection screen with some nice visuals. I got up and danced for awhile, then at around 6 or 7, I took my half of the first pill. It didn't take long to hit, maybe 20 minutes at the most, but that's not long for me. I wasn't feeling amazingly social yet, but something about everyone looked different somehow. People's smiles beamed into my soul, anyone who smiled in my direction was instantly connected to me. As the E got stronger in me, the lights grew these amazing rainbow halos, much more brilliant than anything I'd ever seen on just acid. After awhile, anything light colored, people's shirts, faces, etc., grew the same halos. <br> <br> The same feelings continued, along with some mild body effects of the roll, but nothing that jumped out at me. It was as if the body effects were diminished by the total feeling of love and empathy for people. But, the acid, like a normal trip, made me realize that not everyone was my friend, there were some sketchy people there, and I didn't have the same feelings for them as I would if I were just rolling. I also didn't get that sloppy, e-tarded way about me, I was well composed, but very social and loving. <br> <br> I wanted to be connected with everyone, not in that E kind of way, but in a serious kind of way, like I'd never felt before. I got more phone numbers than I ever thought possible. I felt confident and beautiful as a person, not insecure as I sometimes do while tripping, nor did I forget I existed as I sometimes do while rolling. It was the perfect mix. I'd heard some stories of people being overwhelmed while Candyflipping, and they kinda played through in my head, I couldn't imagine why. <br> <br> At about 11:30 I took my second pill. It hit right before the countdown to the new year, nothing could have been more beautiful. When the countdown was over, there was this electricity in the air that I hadn't felt at parties in years. There was love and understanding from everyone, between the party kids and the club kids, between young and old, gay and straight, between all races...you don't see enough of that anymore, and it was beautiful. The perfect setting for this new experience. I lost my boyfriend in the crowd a few minutes later, and I took this opportunity to hug everyone I could. <br> <br> The love stuck with me for the rest of the night, and the comedown was the easiest I'd felt in a long time. The afterglow lasted for days after. I couldn't erase the smile from my face. I was never hit was the lows I usually get after rolling, nor the dis-attachment I usually feel after tripping. I really do think that, for the right person, this is the ultimate drug combination, and one that I am sure to do again in the future when I am ready to do drugs again. Right now, I am drug free. This experience definitely helped put some closure on my new year resolution.<!-- 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: 120</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: Mar 5, 2001</td><td>Views: 11,595</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=120&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=120&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Large Group (10+) (19), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 Tbsp</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>(edible / food)</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/mdma/">MDMA</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">71 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <!--Hello friend, I had a similar experience as you, -->I was in turkey for the souleclipse festival 2006. <br> <br> I had taken some mdma, a spoon of mushrooms in honey and a LSD paper! Everything was just fine, actually I never felt as good as I did, I could see the dance floor from far away, it was calling on me like if I got there I would be in heaven I would explode with positive energy! And I started walking toward it, but I as I was walking I saw fires everywhere in front of the tents of people and I decided to stop for 1 min. And I had the misfortune to sit at somebody's fire who wasn't so nice, he told to his friend that he didn't want no trashy sitting at their fire and I heard that! I felt some negative energy and stood up and walked away and as I was walking everything had changed from heaven to hell, I felt I was cold and everything was so dark and scary.. So I hurried to the dance floor thinking everything will be better but when I got there, It didn't get better, it got worse I thought I was in hell, I was trying to reach the light in my mind but I couldn't, and as soon I failed I heard voices of people laughing as soon as I lost the light, ha..ha .. And I was thinking that if I left the dance floor in that state, I would be in hell for ever and ever! So I tried and tried but I didn't manage, so I went to my tent and I put some wood on the fire and eventually the flames calmed me down, and I started to feel better, but I still think of the experience I had to this day, if it has any truth in it...I think we create our own reality based on what we know, on what we have learned.. So if I think positive I will feel as I think..good! My bad trip started from the bad energy I felt from that guy who called me a trashy and made me feel unwelcome.<!--Yours started from your friend--> <br> <!--Asking you if you are alright!! So there you have it, don't worry everything is gonna be alright!--> <br> <!--respons to 'Eternal Terror, Fear and Torment'--><!-- 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: 60583</td></tr> <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, 2020</td><td>Views: 1,032</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=60583&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=60583&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3), Mushrooms (39) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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">156 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> One day when experimenting I decided to drop some LSD, not necessarily for recreational purposes, and not to ever be intended again but to expand my consciousness and realize that there are other things to be known out their other than what we can see, also for spirtitual awareness, I theorized this whole concept that everything is connected we are all one, we all link to each other and all exist together as god. We are all god this experience was so amazing that it changed my life forever I realized that the world, universe and life is black and white, not literal yet figuratively. There is always an opposite of something no matter what one thinks it is there is something somewhere that is the EXACT opposite of anything one can think of. I experienced this whole world and shared my own experiences with others. I look at LSD not as a drug, yet a tool for knowing and prepairing for what we will be when we leave this plane. On my “trip” fractals also came in to play and the literal circle of life hallucination, which was EXTREMELY spiritual and I will never forget for the rest of my entire time spent on this plane. I realized that fractals are found everywhere in the universe which other scientists have also discovered but I realized that the infinite of these fractals are forever because the answer to the question of life is always going to try to be found in everything including the earth, which I believe is a living animal just as us. Fractals are these questions left to search for the answer for life, forever and ever searching for this logical explanation, which will never logically be answered. Since my life was changed that night I knew that their was another plane other than where we are living, that is the complete opposite of this material plane, scientist have also discovered something known as anti-mater which has been created in huge pipe tubes at labs underground, scientists discovered that when they get electrons traveling fast enough they put it through and anti siphon filter that turns the charge of the positive electron to a negative. This negative electron is known as Anti-matter and thus is basically a mirror image of the original electron itself this anti-matter is exactly what matter is not. There is a whole other world out there that does exist that we cannot see but <br> is very real, as a matter in fact even more real than matter itself here on earth that we are all eventually going to experience.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 67800</td></tr> <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 19, 2018</td><td>Views: 851</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=67800&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=67800&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Mystical Experiences (9), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="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 --> Well, this trip started with none other than the overwhelming happiness that always ceases to amaze. <br> <br> I dropped 1.5 tabs at about 4 in the afternoon, turned on Bebop, and I chilled <br> <br> About an hour in I start smiling, this lasts the whole trip. <br> <br> Another hour passes, I walk upstairs, which I love doing because it involves most of the 5 senses (including my new sixth sense) <br> <br> This 'sixth sense' I refer to is the sense that converts normal senses into other senses. <br> <br> For example sound and touch blended into sight. <br> <br> A kalaidescope of color with the consistency of water flooded my vision. <br> <br> With every new touch, sound, smell, this trip was increased <br> <br> My sixth sense lasted about four hours <br> <br> The third of these four hours was most intense. <br> As I looked to the walls of my house while moving through it, I noticed a nob in the cherry-wood that actually morphed into none other than a full-blown skull. <br> <br> This skull started laughing as I grew more and more perplexed with visual. <br> I then start laughing with it (as the body buzz is intense and makes me feel happy no matter what I do) <br> Then, a patchwork of demon-heads, all about the size of a fifty-cent piece formed around the skull and laughed in unison at me. <br> <br> I then went upstairs and decided to come down while talking to my friends. <br> <br> In the last thirty minutes of my extra sense, the watery colors faded and my hands began rapidly changing colors(beleive it or not thats less of a trip than before) <br> <br> Anyway about ten minutes after that my pupils went back to normal and trippiness was over.<!--*Note to Reader- it is advised that you arrange a second day(or at least good morning of sleep)to relaxing due to the fact that you stomach might feel queasy or sick <br/> <br/> Happy Tripping--><!-- 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: 57271</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 5, 2019</td><td>Views: 737</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=57271&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=57271&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="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">.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="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">117 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My First Acid Trip at School <br> <br> It was about 10:30 when my friend gave a me 3 tabs of the acid(1 for me and the other 2 weere my friends)my friend took a corner of hers right away to try it out...3 periods after I decided to try it out so I took about half of it at like 12:30 and kept it under my tongue for 30 minutes and about 40 minutes later after I took it, it started to kick in. I felt really happy and giggly, my entire body felt like it was tingling and the. Last period came so i took the rest of the tab and so I was in Spanish just watching home alone laughing.there was 20 minutes left till school ended and I got called up to the assistant principles room. <br> <br> Once I got there he said I heard some rumors about u and some kids trying acid...I said no and the nurse came up to look at pupils...that's when it really kicked in and her face looked like it was melting..they let the buses leave and they started checking my pockets and back pack bc my pupils where the size of the fuckin moon. I ended up getting detention bc j had a vape in my pocket. They grabbed my pockets and totally missed the acid so that was good but then all three of the assistant principles were in the room asking me what I took...I said nothing and they brought me to my asistwnt princluples office where they called my dad...the carpet was beutiful and and patterns and colors everywhere where amazing. He had me sit in a conference room until my parents came to pick me up. I sat there just amazed staring at this chair stretch and shrink, move closer and farther and there was this window with this huge tree that just looked amazing. The whole room was turning green and red and orange and there were flowers all offer the floor and I look at myself in a glass window and my hair was like floating up and glowing. Supriseingly I wasn't scared or anxious at alm throughout this and when my mom heard I was on acid she told them my eyes where big because I took an adderall that day so they would let me go home. <br> <br> I got home and just took a shower after I had this convo with my mom...she didn't care too much that I was on acid bc I had good grade in school and am mostly mature (she might have thought that I had only ate a pot brownie) The shower was amazing and there were patterns all over the tiles and my dad was playing the drums downstairs and so that was cool. After I got out of the shower I walked out of the bathroom to find my sister, her friend, my mom, and my moms friend talking them not even knowing I'm on acid tripping hard. I danced around my room for a little bit and had so many thoughts flowing thinking about life. <br> <br> Later that night at like 7 my friend who also took that day came over and his face at like tribal symbols over his face and we just talked about the next day and what we were seeing...I ended up falling asleep looking at the closed-eye visuals which looked like this rainbow of intense colors my eyes have never seen before.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2016</td><td width="90">ExpID: 109738</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 14</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 31, 2018</td><td>Views: 967</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=109738&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=109738&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), School (35)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="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"> </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 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I woke in the summer morning at my parents cape house and had the urge to have an LSD experience. I took 200ug after waking up not worrying about being around my parents whilst on the substance. I sat on the couch in the living room listening to music and watching the tv waiting for the substance to kick in. Within 30 minutes I could feel the effects coming on. It felt simply wonderful. I was relaxed, excited, and enthusiastic about the experience to come. I felt at home as the psychedelic headspace began to take hold as I've had many experiences before and know how to navigate through the experience. I was eating a banana and enjoying a cup of coffee when I started to notice tracers from the motion of things and people. My thoughts were clear as ever and the effects felt simply wonderful. I had no qualms about being around my parents. As a matter of fact, I felt more at ease around them than I usually do, which was great. We decided we were going to have a beach day. The car ride to the beach was fun. I sat, composed, listening to music. It sounded wonderful. When we arrived at the beach, the visual effects were noticeable. The clouds had geometric royal-esque appearances to them. Watching the birds fly around above the water was amusing as the sun shone down on the shore. The headspace during the experience was wonderful. This was no doubt the correct dose for the occasion. The landscape was perfect for the experience.<!--If you have the means, I highly recommend an experience at the beach on a warm day.--> Colors were vibrant and the landscape were fantastic to view. Sitting in a chair on the beach, watching the scene in front of me couldn't have been less grand. It was an experience for the ages.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2017</td><td width="90">ExpID: 110205</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 20, 2018</td><td>Views: 907</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=110205&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=110205&format=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), General (1), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">138 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I tried acid at a rave for my first time. It was super weak I'm assuming because I didnt really 'trip.' We had also smoked 2 joints about an hour apart. Just felt like I should be at home watching family guy and falling asleep. I didn't want to dance or socialize. <br> <br> Strangely after this experience, it took me a good 8 1/2 months to suffer another migraine, and it wasn't AS bad as before (but then it started getting back to normal strength migraine). Which by the way, I don't know how you other migraine sufferers survive, but bless you all man keep fighting. Sometimes I feel like just squeezing the trigger and letting one through my skull during a migraine. Honestly I think I would actually do it, given I'm alone. <br> <br> I suffer a migraine about once a month. I now have 2 tabs from a very trusted friend. I'm just waiting for the right time to eat them, but it will definitely be in a forest and I will be in deep meditation. I love psychedelics and they love me and take care of me. <br> <br> One love<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2012</td><td width="90">ExpID: 97887</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 27, 2017</td><td>Views: 1,603</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=97887&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=97887&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Health Benefits (32), First Times (2), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> 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">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis - Hash</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  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+ 1:00</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> </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/mescaline/">Mescaline</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">8.0 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2cb/">2C-B</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 lines</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/cocaine/">Cocaine</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="/chemicals/opium/">Opium</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was a beutiful night in august, the location a magnificant psytrance festival. It was the night after my first 2CB hit, I'd taken approx 20mg in raw form and had fallen in love with the stuff, but I was sure I wouldnt be doing it again that night cos it had been so intense before, before I knew it I'd eaten 1/2 an acid blotter though :), I was drunk and very high on fine hash, havin a amazing time listening to the music of demons and gods (or was it the other way round???!)... At this time I had never tried mescaline too, and I was well up for it, and we knew a man had been offering it before. We went to ask, the price was soo high 35euros a hit (!!!!) But I suppose its the price you pay without the right connections so me and a friend shared a hit, I had no doubts becuase the man was really trustworthy and his shrooms were good earlier :0-- <br> <br> An hour later I was fealing midly tripped and very nice, and at this point I just thought FUCK IT! Its time to get mental! Minutes later I had more acid, some 2CB, MDMA powder and had shared some of my friends rather strong coke lines, we had some opium and a chillum which seemed only to make things easier to digest, there was no stopping me, I just ate away. Then the madness started! We'd put the hit of 2CB in a bottle which we shared (not wanting to have such an intense trip as the night before) which during the course of the night we started to refer to it as 'death water' it certainly was, every new swig sent me nearer the border of insanity, but I wasnt scared it just didnt seem like a bad trip was going to happen, but things changed..for the better I suppose--- <br> <br> It started raining, a full on thunderstorm with maximum lightning, all at this mega psy-trance festival in a amazing location with a lake, the scene was awe-inspiring, a psychadelic wonderland with natures full lightshow, and the drugs effects were making my barin so aware I thought I was going to explode, I wandered about this war zone watching the lightning hit the dancefloor, I think by this time the music had been temporarily stopped, some of the lighting was striking unthinkably close to me, but I was so amazed by this full-on sensory assault that I just stood there, soaked to the bone, and smiled, giggled and laughed, it was by far the most absolutly amazing think i've ever experienced, I could'nt stop smiling, my only anxious thoughts were to my mouth, I was sure it was going to split under the pressure of my grin, after maybe 10 hours or 2 minutes I started to slowly come down from this peak, I was SO wet! I just sat in a chaishop thinking for hours, then the sun came out and the party was back! I didnt stop tripping until mid day. <br> <br> I also couldnt really convey what I had experienced that night to anyone else for fear of ridicule, it seems easier months on and in writing, but it was something else. It was great. Every night was amazing, but I think the full moon and the electricity of the storm just made me into a beast, thank god the djs were playing the most fucked up twisted shit ever aswell, it certainly gave me a boost. Sorry about the over use of the word 'amazing'! But it just...er.........was! And we threw away the remaining death water by the way....<!-- 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: 18016</td></tr> <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 2, 2004</td><td>Views: 20,886</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=18016&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=18016&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Mescaline (36), 2C-B (52) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Multi-Day Experience (13), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">63 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The first time i've tried LSD was a bad trip time, so I decided to try LSD, but this time, not alone, I decided to take it in a very exellent french nightclub ('GIBUS'), they got nitrous, and great sound (yeah, sometimes not, but usually good trance/hardtrace). <br> <br> I met Christine one Wednesday after midday, I was with my cousin, and christine was with someone I know, I started to talk to her, and she started to interesting me, she was an E lovers, and I ask'd her if she could go to the Gibus tonight, she was okey but at this time I did not know that I was going to have the most beautiful trip of my life with her. <br> <br> To describe myself, i'm not a drug addict, but I like experimenting new effects with psychoactive drugs, I only (and I will only) touch this drugs : marijuana, Extasy and LSD, lot of people ask'd me if I wanna try cocaïne or other stuff like ketamine, but I posed mental barriers and I trip only one time/months. <br> <br> <br> 00h00: waiting in front of the nightclub to get in. <br> <br> 00h30: we're finally in, i'm with (only nicknames heh) mech, christine, K and my cousin :) we already smoked 2 or 3 pot) <br> <br> 00h45: others friends just arrived, one of them give me an lsd blotter (a butterfly one). I buy him 1 and take it. <br> <br> 00h50: rolling, and rolling and dancing, and smoke =) <br> <br> 01h00: starting to get conversation with chris, and starting to get interested of her, she love nitrous, and she ask all guys in the nightclub if they can buy one of her, during this night, I probably took 20 hits of nitrous with her. <br> <br> 01h45: lsd effects starting to get present, I feel strange, but it's okey, it's the second time I try, and i'm not alone, so, I can't get a badtrip (it was like a mental preparation). Starting to get visuals distorsions, and strange sensations with my skin and my foot. <br> <br> 02h00: damn, i'm really fucked =) I see fractal pictures on my cigarette, it's very funny, probably due to the light effects and the music. <br> <br> 02h30: one of my friend gived me a 0.5 pills of extasy, because it was difficult to be with christine when I was lsd'tripped, so it could probably help me. <br> <br> After this, I can't remmember the time, because I got a lot of time distorsion. <br> <br> I took a very big shot of nitrous, and I got something like a 'flash', I felt very high for a short period, and X effets started then I sat down next to christine, and she started to touch my hair, It was very orgasmic, and I started to get in love with her (probably because I was in the lovelly trip of my life, candyflip is a very good trip) and, sometimes after she insuflatted a little (very little) train of coke, we started to get together, and this is when the most beautiful experience of my life started but I got a very bad hallucination when I was smacking her, it was when I was kissing her, I saw all my ex girlfriend, and I saw a dog, because she's a gothic girl, and she was wearing a gothic collar, it was very strange. <br> <br> <br> This is approxymatively what did I felt this night, and, it was, the most beautiful experience of my life, I didn't have very insane, or great visuals, but, it was a mind based trip, I was thinking about a lot of stuff like 'even If i think about death, or bad trip, I can't badtrip, it's so exellent', and I was thinking about LSD, like if my mind was owned and diriged by this 3 letters, probably the three most beautiful letters. <br> <br> I really recommand you candyflip (mdma+extasy), but you can also get pot and nitrous, it's the hell unbelieviable. <br> <br> AND, NEVER TOUCH LSD ALONE ! (= <br> Don't take drugs if you don't wan't to. <br> Always be with great friend that are experimented with thoses drugs.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 8014</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 11, 2001</td><td>Views: 10,569</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=8014&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=8014&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), MDMA (3) : Club / Bar (25), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Ive tripped hundreds of times and this one time i am about to tell you about was the scariest thing in my life. One day my friend jami and i was going to trip (nothin unusual for us) and we always take at least 5 hits. That day we decieded to take a 10 strip apiece. We ate it at my house and had no plans but to trip, so we started off on foot walkin to this guys house about 3 miles away. It wasnt even a mile down the road the potent acid was kickin in. <br> <br> My mind started to wonder off and think. We began to walk really fast. we were about half way there and we passed this old school and there were people on the playground they began to yell at us. By that time my mind was at top speed and I was in a scared state of consciouness. The people were really there, but we were too scared to even look their way. i know i was going on a bad one because i started to think about the weed in my pocket i was about to throw it away because i thought forshore the cops were going to stop us (which in reality no cops were going to stop us for no reason.) <br> We got to the main road and we had to cross it. damn i didnt even think about that before we left. I was really having trouble talkin and comprehinding at this point. The cars were going by us and all i seen was tracers as far as you can see, thats what made crossing the road so hard (lucky i made it a cross to tell you about it) me and my friend and i made it across the road we looked at each other and said 'we'll talk when we get there' cause we were having to concentrate on everything else that was going on such as cars cause we were still on roads just anything cause when your this high EVERYTHING IS CRAZY. <br> <br> We start walkin up this hill to get to this guys house. Here is when it starts getting bad I ASKED WERE WE WERE AT AND IVE WALKED UP THIS HILL A MILLION TIMES. but the thing is I hardly ever hung out at the guys house we were going to and hardly never hungout with any of the people either (i should have thought about set and setting before i went up here and put my self into a bad situtation) We get to the guys house and at first it was cool me and my friend put on pink floyd and sat back and looked at everything turn tyedie and swril and spin around. Then before i knew it i was scared as hell for no reason THIS WAS THE SCARIEST THING IN MY LIFE AND FOR NO REASON. I CANT EXPLAIN THE FEAR I FELT. <br> <br> I began to hear sirens and get extreamly paranoid and the setting was totaly not good ive never chilled at this guys house before and hardly didnt know these people. (my fault for putting my self in this situation) This feeling of never coming down was so strong i was convinced i was dying and it was the end and the more i thought about what was going on the more the feeling grew. Before long the whole house knew what was going on.i was hiding in the guys room completly terrorfied hearing sirens thinking people were coming to get me. <br> <br> Then I began to get violent. I told everybody that they were against me and i hated them and then they tried to calm me down and i then told them that i loved them then it would start back worse than ever. they tried to take me outside to get my mind off of the bad trip but the feeling just keep getting worse i was running away from them in the road and then get a little ways away and run back to them and then when i got back to them i thought it was my enemies again. By then i was screaming out stuff off the top of my head about different girls ive been with, me going to jail (which ive never been at all) thinking my truck was wrecked (which my truck was totaly fine) my hair was sticking straight up it had looked like i had been swimming i was beating up everybody (i had super human strenght) it took 3 guys to hold me back and they were still having a hard time. <br> <br> I was so scared i called my mom (big mistake) by that time the guys mom and dad at the house knew what was going on cause i was screaming that i was never coming down and all that other crazy stuff i was doing. they got on the phone with my mom and told her were they lived and got my mom right up there. my mom came though the door and there for a sec i was alright (i guess the trust and safety i felt around her made me feel good) i went and gave her a hug and then i flipped out again and tried to hurt her (i so wish that didnt happen). <br> <br> They called the cops that instant i had no idea what the hell was going on i just thought it was the end. The cop comes in and i try to attack him he sprays me with Mace and gets me down (i was screaming lets just smoke weed. what the hell was i thinking) the paramedics came in and gave me a shot of thorazine. then off to the hospital. <br> <br> I kind of remember the ambulance ride not really. i came to in the hospital and this women started asking all the question (i just said i dont know to everything she asked) i was still seeing all the crazy visuals but my mind was back as if i had a good acid trip (thorazine is good stuff) my mom was standing over me and saying you did it this time (i was thinking damn how could this happen to me) i felt like shit cause i flipped out at a guys house i hardly ever hangout with his parents were there. my hospital bill was $2500; an expensive acid trip. they released me and it was as if i was on a good trip i came home and sat down on my bed and smoked a little weed and thought how crazy that shit was. <br> <br> NOW THIS IS A LESSON YOU CAN TRIP THOUSANDS OF TIMES AND HAVE GOOD ONES BUT THEN YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN IT COULD GO BAD.<!-- 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: 3445</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 24, 2000</td><td>Views: 16,235</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3445&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3445&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I feel a little guilty about submitting this since I haven't been able to read the entire experience archives and have no way of knowing if this is a rather common experience or not. <br> <br> For me it was a new way to take acid. <br> <br> I love acid, but I usually have a problem finding time to have a whole trip Micro dots are like litte aspirin pills of acid and they can, we realized be crushed up and snorted. This way the trip hits a lot faster and lasts a lot less time. something to try if you ever get a hold of some dots.<!-- 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: 375</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 77,899</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=375&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=375&format=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), Preparation / Recipes (30), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <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/cannabis/">Cannabis</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">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> In my height of drug experiences some of my friends and i got lucky with a lot of different drugs one evening. Some coming from some girls we knew and some from a city nearby, and the nitrous from a local hospital. I got ahold of some strong wet blotter with felix the cat inprinted on it and dosed on the way to the private party. We had the tank in the back of the truck and i had a small bit of hash that i got from a local chick that was cool. The hash was kinda sweet tasting and was a nice change from weeks of weed smoking. We arrived with alot of energy from the acid and smiles all around. <br> <br> Needless to say we were all pretty excited,and as the night went on we played frisbee in the field next to my friends house with chem. Lights that we cracked open and rubbed on the frisbee so we could see it at night and get those crazy tracer's thats fun to see.I took a break and remembered the nitrous we had and got a couple of friends that helped me lift it off the truck and drug it to the porch. We all had our ballons and i mean the kind you blow up to make a punching bag out of. We filled it up and from that nitrous and hash mix the visuals were so intense that i am not sure if any of us knew that we were all still there. <br> <br> Time seemed to hit at a perfect pace and we were all very happy. The beer took of the edge so there was no ego defining crap that usally happens any time alot of people are tripping together. Then right when everything seemed perfect we all heard a loud crack and looked and we saw the nitrous tank had fallen over and it seemed to be expelling violently onto my friend's leg. We all weren't sure what to do. it's like nothing that we saw was making sense even my friend that it was burning i don't think relized it as fast as he should have. Once we got our minds together my friend with this enormous freezing burn was gettin up and trying to understand his injury, well we went inside and tried to get a wash cloth that was wet but neither warm or cold and press it against the burn. it looked wierd his leg in this spot was like goo. After this happening we calmed each other down and went outside to strap the tank up to a tree so maybe if we fell down it wouldn't. We didn't let it kill the evening but i truly could see how when you are so blown away by multipal drugs how easy it is to get lost in your mind even if you are a experienced recreational user.... <br> <br> But keep a smile<!-- 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: 379</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 13,573</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=379&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=379&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), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I went away from my job in Pittsburgh for the weekend of July 4th. I met up with some travelers at the Pittsburgh Intern'tl Airport and we drove up to Ridgeway Pa in a rental car. I was there for the weekend, and while camping down in the Bear Creek valley I heard that somebody was throwing a rave up in the main 'Owl's Nest' parking lot. I chose not to go. The night of July 4th I was walking with a good friend i hadn't seen in a long time. He had been a soldier for the US army until he got kicked out for smoking pot. <br> <br> Anyway, he convinced me to go up to the rave that night in the parking lot. He and I walked up to the A-camp that was nearby to get a ride to the main parking lot about 2 miles away. I bought 2 hits for blotter from an older hipped out brother and gave one to my friend. We were speculating about the authenticity of the stuff i'd just bought when some dude and his passenger asked us if we wanted a ride. We hopped right in and drove off for the parking lot where the rave was. <br> <br> We were crusing along with some strangers who were probably already tripped out, and here there was some other guy walking along the road. The driver stopped and asked the guy if he wanted a ride. So this other dude with a bookbag gets in the back seat with us. He was rather 'studious' looking. He was wearing glasses and had a button down shirt with a collar. After we had went along a bit he asked the driver if he wanted any 'dose'. The driver and his passenger declined. My friend Hayden and i looked at each other and i then asked if we could have some. <br> <br> This dude pulls out a chemistry lab storage bottle with a dropper at the top of it. This bottle was brown glass and probably about 1000mL. He says 'This is the washout from the basins that they use to make LSD. Some elders gave it to me and told me to pass it on.' <br> <br> My friend and i thinking it was diluted each took about 2 droppers full of the liquid. I distinctly remember swishing the liquid around in my mouth. <br> Ahhhhhh. <br> <br> So hayden and i were dropped off at the parking lot, and i began to feel the effects of the L starting to kick in. We found out that we had quite a way to go to get to the party. Hayden walked off and i sat down beside someone's dark green Vw bus. I enjoyed laying there and i felt it's personality communing with me. <br> <br> I got up and went to walk down the road to the rave. The effests were coming on strong now. A group was a little bit ahead of me and someone had some glowsticks on a string spinning them around. I kept thinking that they had lightsabers. I caught up to the group, and i could hear a girl breathing across the road from me. I moved closer to her. I felt that i needed to protect her. I was her bodyguard. I had no idea who she was. I asked her name and she told me it was Amy. <br> <br> We walked further down the road. Where was Hayden? The moon was full, the silver light casting everything in a spacey glow. What a wonderful time i was going to have!! <br> <br> I was a little scared form time to time, but the fear faded quickly. The thing i was most concerned about was becoming confused and disoriented. <br> <br> The group i was walking with finally got to the rave. There at the entrance to the litle space off the road was Hayden. I hugged him and he laughed. He kept poking me to see if i was really there. He said something to me about being naked, so i walked over behind the setup. There was a u-haul and a gasoline generator with a tent canopy set up for the DJ booth. I walked behind there and took off my clothes. That's when the thoughts invaded. <br> <br> Hayden had been in the Army. He had been in communications. He had somehow taken contol of a government communications satelite. Here he was playing techno music on the world communication network!!! He was the DJ!!! I was running around naked yelling at the people over at the DJ booth to leave him alone. <br> <br> Then i thought that I was in the making of the next Star Wars... Episode II. Frank Oz the voice of Yoda had died, and i was the only one who could talk like Yoda. I was running around talking like Yoda. I thought my friends Laurie and Melissa were there. I remember talking to a girl who i thought was Laurie. That's when the corporations too over. <br> <br> Since hayden had stolen the satelite, the top companies of the world wanted to restore peace. An asian girl sat near me and mentioned somethign about Ford. She was the daughter of the top Ford exec!!! For some reason she got mad and went to walk away. I tried to get her to stay there. So i followed her to the entrance. And there was Hayden! <br> <br> He talked to me for a little bit and i asked him to help me find my clothes. after a while he looked down at me and exclaimed 'You don't have any clothes!!!' 'I know!!! Help me find them, they're lost!!!!' <br> <br> I did find my shoes, and i walked back out to the dirt roadway. I was looking at the moon, and i kept seeing a laser beam shoot across my vision ala Dark Side of the Moon. So i walked off in the direstion i thought leaded back to the main parking lot. I was walking over near the edge of the road, and i entered the woods. I was feeling kinda funny. I stumbled into the brush, and i remember crashing over and falling down. I was dying. <br> <br> My mind drifted off into a Tolkien book. I could see the words written in that elegant text. I was part of the earth and my body melted (rotted?) away and for a thousand years i was a hillside. Then water and wind pushed away the dirt and i was flat again. It was like i was reliving that part of the earth's memory. <br> <br> I became concious lying on my back staring up at the stars through the canopy of leaves. I had the feeling i was lying in a net. Some people were talking to me. This was a test. I was being trained for the special underground organization that Hayden belonged to. I was held in a net and i felt my mind drift away. I became a two dimensional object. I was a 'downward spiral'. I was spinning and spinning and drifting downwards. Images came to my mind of two seperate entities. A goat an a dove were pulling in opposite directions. I had a message sent into my brain. <br> 'There is no greater wrong than a child torn between the parents of two different religions' <br> <br> I spiraled off some more and i became the film of oil on a stagnant stream, and i looked up to see a dragonfly land above me. It's compound eye glittered in the sunlight. I then became one of the facets of the eye. The words of Albert Einstein entered my mind. 'I just want to know the thoughts of God. Everything else is just details.' I saw Einstein as he arrived in heaven. He asked God what the answer to life was, and God said 'YES'. As i became coherent i thought that God had let me travel back through time and space. I had been allowed to go back to 1978. I was allowed to travel to San fransisco, California in that year. <br> <br> I got up and broke free from my 'net'. As I walked out of the woods i thought i could surf. I ran down the road as fast as i could, and i stopped a guy standing beside the road. 'What year is it?' He looked at me kinda funny and answered '1999, dude' <br> <br> So i tried to find my clotes again, but no dice. At least i had my shoes. Now, if i could only find which way i was supposed to go. I walked for a bit and ran into a 'DEP' officer. I walked over to him and asked him how to get to get to the parking lot. He issued me a ticket. I didn't have any pockets, so i slipped it in the window of a parked car along the road. I kept walking, and if i saw a car approach, i would hide in the woods. I stopped by another car along the road, and i asked a guy that was camping there for a pair of pants i could wear. He hooked me up with some pajamas pants. <br> <br> I finally made it to the parking lot after an eternity of walking. I had lost Hayden, but i knew i'd see him again. I went over to the rental car i had come up in, and layed on the back window. I looked up at the stars, and i saw the milky way smeared across the darkness. I fell asleep glad to be out of the whole mess. Someone nearby was playing some Grateful Dead on a car stereo, and i fell asleep to Jerry's guitar. <br> <br> I woke up a little later and i was freezing. I got up and walked around. Two cars over someone had left their window down. I looked inside and decided that they wouldn't mind if i slept for a little bit inside. I opened the door and crashed out again on their back seat. <br> <br> When i woke up in the morning, i rolled up the window of the car and walked down to the valley to meet my traveling companions. <br> <br> What a 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: 395</td></tr> <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 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 2,990</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=395&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=395&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), 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> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> For those who don't know, Candyflipping is combining the use of LSD and Ecstasy simultaneously. There are different ways to candyflip, as in which to take 1st and how far apart. Here are a couple of examples: <br> <br> My friends and I just attended a really great rave here in the United States. The Midwest scene (outside of Chicago) has been blowing up like crazy. We scored our acid back home and all 3 of us planned on Candyflippin for the 1st time at the nights event. I also take Allegra for allergies, but i skipped my night dose just in case, it only works 12 hrs. Well, I was the driver and we had about an 75 minute drive to get to the venue. Our acid was fresh as could be, just dropped onto sugarcubes right before we left town. My friends each took one cube as we left home and then another cube as we got within 30 minutes of the venue. They were just starting to feel the LSD effects as we stood in line for the rave. I, on the other hand, was the driver so I took my acid as I got out of the car and headed to the line. I took 2 cubes together and then got in line. Within 30 minutes we scored some Ecstasy, which were Scorpions. My friends were already trippin pretty good and then even better when they started to rush and roll. Now let me recant. They took 1 cube acid, then half hour later took another cube, then 45 minutes later took the Roll. I took 2 cubes, then half hour later took my Roll. <br> <br> If you think about the duration of onset and effects you can start to see the differences we would have in our 2 different styles of candyflippin'. They had a much more smooth experience and had a lot more speedy feel with heightened visuals, whereas I had the X and the acid both kick in at the same time. Oh my god, what visuals, what a feeling! I could hardly dance most of the night. Everything was hitting me all at once and I was flippin so hard from the two. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a bad thing, I just couldn't get my groove goin on the dancefloor like usual. Most of the night I would just stand in the middle of the dancefloor with my hand against my chest under my chin, head rolled back, eyes rolled back, jaw dropped. just seeing some of the most amazing visuals from the huge lazer and light show. I was just plain GONE. My friends got to dance the night away, while i leaned up against the speakers just staring into space, lights flashing everywhere in a haze. One thing I would recommend is to start with just 1 does of acid if you plan on candyflippin', 2 may have been a bit much, and 3 is just damn crazy! If you wanna just get blown away, then do like I did and drop the cid 30 minutes before the X and then Rush and start to peak at the exact same time. <br> <br> Other cool things we did or had done for fun: <br> <br> 1.Have someone massage some Icy-Hot, Ben-Gay, or Tiger Balm all over your back or neck while you are rollin. Oh my! <br> 2.Rub some Oral-Gel all over your teeth, lips, and gums while rollin. Weird! <br> 3.Eat some Pop-Rocks or other fizzing candy while you roll. Great feel! <br> 4.Take one of those large gummy spiders or scorpians and just let it sit in your mouth with the legs hanging out over your lips. Creepy! <!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: </td><td width="90">ExpID: 2011</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 3,955</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2011&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2011&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Yes, _very_ well. I tend to build up a tolerance to MDMA quite readily, so for several reasons I take it about once a month (LSD much more often). But when I do, I always mix the two. E by itself, for my preference, doesn't last nearly long enough or have strong enough of an effect (anymore, anyway :). <br> <br> I've never tried taking the acid before the E, always the other way around. Usually about two hours after taking the E, I take the A. This coincides with just coming off the rush. Because the E has such a strong calming 'everything will be okay' effect, it works to totally take the edge off of the acid and allows me to take much more than I normally would alone. Dosages are entirely subjective; I'd say start small and build to a level you're comfortable with. Try one capsule and one tab (~100mg and 125mcg) to begin with and see what happens. Some people are very sensitive, some aren't. <br> <br> The acid when taken in conjunction with the exctasy, unless you take a lot of it, doesn't seem that much like acid at all. It extends and heightens the E buzz for a few more hours. I espeically recommend it if you're particularly fond of acid... it acts as a safety buffer and allows you to go a lot further than you normally would. <br> <br> Jaw clenching and other E-type reactions are heightened, so be prepared. I've heard from other people that A and MDA or MDE work well, too, although I've never tried it personally. <br> <br> Take care, 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: 1994</td><td width="90">ExpID: 2012</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 21, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,155</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2012&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2012&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was about 8 months ago and my sister and her friend were talking about acid. I never did any drugs except for mary j. I heard so much cool things about it and wanted to try it if my friend would do it with me which he agreed to do. It was a Friday night and a dude named JJ was going to be at my neighbors house and he was going to have a type of acid called 'baby blues', they were supposed to be better than paper hits of acid. They cost almost twice as much (blotter paper costs $3). We paid and were so excited when we got to my house with the acid we took them, it was about 8 o'clock. We prepared everything so we could have an awsome experience. We bought glowsticks, brought over his blacklight and posters and so forth. I didn't notice anything kicking in after 45 minutes and was getting impatient. We suddenly laid on the ground and stared at the posters laughing, I thought that that was going to be like that for the rest of the trip, it wasn't. After an hour since we took the acid my friend Little D started staring at his hand, he told my to come over there and look at his hand so I did and I noticed what he was talking about. His hand would become horrificly misshapen. It wasn't scary though I was kind of happy that I started to trip. We went to the mirror and looked at ourselves, we were transforming into trolls or something it looked really weird. The whole night everything had something to do with trolls and it felt like we were in a different universe, like a parallel universe or something. I had no track of time. <br> <br> It was about midnight I guess when we started playing with glowsticks. My sister and her friend babysat us. They even gave us each a pacifier to chew on (I always need something good to chew on). We turned on my CD player and played all sorts of music, it all sounded really awesome. I could feel the music pass through me. Everything looked 2-D. All of a sudden Little D put in Slipknot. That was just freaky. Everything looked like I was in the desert and every song on that CD is like totally evil when you're trippin. We soon found something else to do but kept the CD player running. <br> <br> There is a secret song on that CD if you fast forward to the end of the disk but since we let it play through we didn't even know that the CD player was on because we weren't paying attention. My friend thought there was an evil spirit murderer of some sort trying to kill this little girl who was communicating to us by the radio. Kind of like Poltergeist the movie with that girl and the TV. By now it was early in the morning and we went to sleep. I thought the experience was awesome, I never could get Baby Blue's and I usually have red geltabs (red windowpanes). But I can't even get those anymore and I don't know why. Oh well I will get acid again one of these days and when I do I'm taking alot and it will probably be black geltabs. <!-- 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: 1175</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 22, 2000</td><td>Views: 3,863</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1175&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1175&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Music Discussion (22), First Times (2)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.75 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><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I will never forget my first and only experience with LSD. One night after work my ex-friend called me. He asked if I wanted to come over and go on a trip. I was very excited and I rushed over. When I got there my friends (we will call D.B. and J.K. were there along with a boy who I did not know. D.B. pulled out six hits of an acid called Dancing Condoms, it was a puzzle with little dancing condoms on it. It was me and the other boy's first time so we only took a half of a hit. I waited about 45 minutes and nothing was happening. I noticed that the other boy was acting very weird. I thought maybe the acid was fake so I took the rest of the dancing condom and 3/4 of a hit of white blotter. <br> <br> A little later D.B. went to get some bud. When he got back we smoked 1 good sized bowl. About a minute after the bowl I was feeling very fucked up. At first I felt very high and started to laugh at evrything. D.B. and I went back to his room to get another bowl. I was sitting on his bed and I dazed off I had thoughts of life and death without even trying to think about it. Suddenly the whole room caved in on me and I came out of the daze. D.B. kept talking to me but I didn't even know where I was. I could not comprehend why I was this fucked up. I looked at the pot and all I saw was pine needles. I asked D.B. if that was what we smoked and he asked me what I was talking about. I looked again and It was regular marijuana. <br> <br> We went in the living room and sat down. I kept dazing off and suddenly the room went dark ond colors of neon green and pink were everywhere. I felt like I was all alone and nobody else realy existed but they were all just images. I was looking at my arms and they turned into clay and crumbled to the ground. Everybodies hair was changing color and everyones faces were scrambling around. I was feeling very scared. D.B. took me in the other room and he kept yelling at me. He told that the demons were coming and I was going to go to hell. Suddenly I saw a flash of light and D.B. became a demond. The vains were popping out of his head and his eyes were dripping blood and hirns came out of his head. I started talking to J.K. and he calmed me down he told me it was from the acid and D.B. was just trying to scare me. In the middle of our talk his face formed into another demon and he was screaming at me. I was looking at the walls and it was covered with huge pentagrams. After a few hours of running through the house screaming I finally came down. <br> <br> After that, ever time I smoked weed I saw designs on the walls. I started to trip one time after 2 gravity bong hits. The room was melting and I was extremely paranoid. If I didn't have a bad trip my first time I would probably do it again, but out of fear I will never take it again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 446</td></tr> <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 30, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,418</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=446&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=446&format=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), 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">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="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 --> one day my friend came back from Madison with some acid (i think like 10 hits) so me, him and my other friend all dropped. I didnt feel anything a few hours afterwords so i figured that it wasnt going to work...how wrong i was.. we took it during the day (it was still light out) and eventually (at night) to made our way outside of his apartment and proceeded to smoke a few joints. It wasn't five minutes later that it hit me. We walked through the hallway to the other side of the building and sat into my car. It was then that i looked at the steering wheel and it turned into a weird lookin funnel. There were black and white rings spiraling down into what looked like a neverending hole. i looked over totally freaked out and then i was like 10ft of in the distance hovering outside of my body with no control. <br> <br> This was the shittiest feeling ive ever felt. At first i felt like i was watching some movie, then i realized that it wasnt a movie at all, instead it was me making an complete ass out of my self infront of my friends. After that i got out of the car (in slow motion) and was talking to my friend(he told me later i said i thought i was going to die) we then went inside where i laid on the floor for about 3-4 hours, every minute feeling like an eternity, thinking i was completely insane. I could see my myself in a straightjacket boucing off the walls in my padded room because thats where i was gonna be come day time when everybody sees how crazy ive gotten, or at least thats what i thought. I just laid there with my mind racing, totally overcome by panic and fear, thinking i was some raving lunatic, and thought that id rather be dead than feel like that. In any manner it finally ended and i dont think ill ever try doing anything stupid like that again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 718</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 1, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,650</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=718&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=718&format=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">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 --> A few weeks ago after a local concert a friend of mine named Chris and I had nothing to do, and it was about 1:30am. I offered him to trip with me and we both dropped a ten strip of pink elephant blotter. We are both experienced acid heads who've done that much before, so we weren't expecting anything out of the ordinary which is why we didn't get a sitter. <br> <br> At about 2 while I was buying Chris some cigaretts the acid began to work. As I walked into the CVS, the shop lifting detectors started to go off. This got me really paranoid and I thought that someone was going to arrest me so I ran out of the store and threw anything in my pockets that would've set off the alarm, and went back in. This time it was ok and nothing was beeping so I bought the cigarettes, and when I gave her the money her face became colored with what reminded me of indian war paint. I got to thinking that, I was in store for a really intense trip, that I wasn't prepared for. <br> <br> We got to Chris's house and sat in my friend Shaun's van, I asked Chris how he was doing and he said he wasn't doing that well and he thought it was a little too intense too. After talking to Chris for awhile I looked out the window of the van, and saw a pit of alligators and other lizards where grass normally is. I thought this was amazing and couldn't believe how real they looked, and all of a sudden a man riding a horse was charging down the street. Holy shit I thought, he's coming for me. Then he was gone I look all around and the alligators are still there. This isn't good my visuals usually go away after blinking or looking at something else, but this was different they wouldn't leave, are they real or fake I couldn't decided. My mind would not tell me. <br> <br> I tell Chris whats going on he isn't doing well either but by far better than I'm doing. He tells me to go with him to see Shaun. I don't want to leave the gators were still there, he convinces me to go with him somehow. Inside Shaun's house the concrete floor is nothing but crocodile heads, and then blue and orange snakes apear and I can feel them crawling beneath my feet. Finally, Shaun shows up my whole body is shaking and I've chewed a straw into almost nothing. Shaun trys to calm me down but he can't help. So we leave. <br> <br> Next thing I can remember we're in a soccer field sitting on some bleachers the aligators are still there, but I've found out they don't want me, right now all of the alligators are fighting and fucking each other and are ignoring me for now. As we walk into the field there is a force field constructed by diamond shapes and as I walk through I can feel it. The stars in the sky have turned red and are shooting out white light. I look across the street and see dinosaurs, I ignore them. Holy shit there are 2 cars pulling into the field, are they cops? My friend assures me they are not and I hear a robotic voice yell 'get over here' Chris tells me he didn't hear anything. I begin to power walk back to Shaun's. <br> <br> That is all I can remember from that night, but I know I spent a lot more time shaking and being frightened. I think I had such a bad trip because of two things, one no sitter, and two I couldn't decifer what was real or fake. The whole next day I didn't sleep at all and spent most of the day silent.<!-- 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: 1152</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 11, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,802</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1152&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1152&format=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), Bad Trips (6), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was one fo my first experiences with the drug and by far one of my fondest, if only for the variation in moods and thoughts and how I was able to cope. <br> <br> The incident happened in 1993 at a MegaDog gig in London. Similar to a rave but more trancy tribal music and with better visuals. <br> <br> We (my friend and his girlfriend) had purchased our tickets the day prior to the gig and had spent the rest of the time what gear to take and use. George (as he shall be called) had already gone to Amsterdam and obtained a thousand 'groucho marx' (rectangular tabs) and was hiding them from his mum in his computer. <br> <br> A few hours before entrance we had gone to a couple of pubs and had some alchohol (I've never seen too much of a hazard of mixing small amounts of drink with other drugs) and managed to have ourselves a bit of a smoke. I had to smoke via a pipe coz I can't stand tobacco so I'm Mr Neat. George prefers Skunk so Skunk it was. <br> <br> By the time we arrived at the que for the gig we were feeling mellow but happily nervous with anticipation. We didn't even take much heed to the intensity of the cold of the night (November). <br> <br> After the obligatory hands-up-search-for-anything type affair at the door and then sorting coats and tickets out we all went off to check out the venue. We'd been there before but its always the thing to do. The music was already thumping from various rooms and there was the feeling of adrenalin in the air. The main arena was warming up with the likes of Astralasia with deep base sounds that reverberated around the walls and straight through you. That was good in itself. <br> <br> Soon afterwards we met up again and decided that we would take just half of a trip for now. Because half was the size of a normal one I knew at some point I was going to come up pretty hard. One by one we filed off to the loos and dropped our gear. <br> <br> I ALWAYS have a nauseous feeling when I swallow the tab. I think its due to the anticipated nausea that some of us get when coming up. So after swallowing I did the innevitable body shiver with a screwed up face and went to the bar to get some water. <br> <br> The next forty five minutes or so we spent leaning against the wall nodding our heads to the music and occasionally taking swigs of water. We all do it! I think I was the last to come up and when that happens you automatically think you've got a dud. But low and behold I remember the first twinge of slight sickness. It made me shift my position and then I felt the warm sensation in my stomach. this made me breath in deep and I felt my cheeks redden. Loverly! The smile stretched across my face and I just let it take control. <br> <br> It came in waves and eventually remained a constant. My weight was lifted and I felt light as a feather. Goose bumps flittered up and down my arms as I felt the steady thump of the base pulsating through my body. Ten minutes later and I couldn't resist the urge to dance and I was off! Eventually I was at the front of the crowd near the speakers and the stage where the djs were and loving it. <br> <br> Every now and then I would come off for a breather. Sometimes I found George and his girlfriend sitting down with huge grins on their faces. We would exchange slow nods and smiles (all that's needed) and do our own thing. I remember that when I danced my arms and hands seemed to move in a slow motion with my eyes and head following their movement. It seemed much slower than the music was going but I seemed to be hitting the beat every time. <br> <br> A couple of hours later and I was absolutely caned - I was sweating buckets and could hardly speak. I would walk through the crowds as if drifing or floating and the people would just melt out of the way. There were no sudden movements from me - well of course not, I could predict the entire movements of everyone in the building and new exactly when to turn or glide this way and that. I was dancing a routine through the crowd that had been pre-written for me - it was fantastic. <br> <br> The first hallucination I had was when I entered one of the chill out bars. The very first thing I saw was the stone slabs that they used for the floor. Then I saw the some grungy people with green army coats in the corner and then a spilt drink to my right. It was dark here and quite crowded. In that split second my brain had already made up its mind on where it thought it was. Quickly the bar melted and revealed the dungeon that I was really in. I moved slowly through looking at the dripping water and the rats that scurried out of my way. Prisoners of some other era lay dormant in their green macs in the corners. The stone walls had green alghi and other damp patches everywhere. I had to shake my head before the bar materiallised. 'For gods sake' I reminded myself, 'its a fucking bar'. As I ordered another bottle of water the images kept repeating. I didn't panic though - it was interesting and I remember thinking how it could happen that anyone could possibly get from a bar to a dungeon cell. <br> <br> Later I bumped into another friend who was smoking some skunk as he always did. He seemed able to talk fine and was asking me various polite questions. Unfortunately, with every word he spoke I was thinking of a thousand answers and when I eventually opened my mouth to speak, a million words tried to form but ended up in alot of giberish and a few audible 'erms' and 'ums'. This worried me a little as I was becoming increasingly aware that he could tell I was off my rocker. I had to control the panic welming inside. Was he looking at me strangely? Was he giving subtle hand signals to others to suggest I was stupid? Was the group over there giggling at what I was doing, or wearing - or NOT wearing? I looked down to check if I my trousers had disappeared. Again, I had to shake my head. No-one was taking the piss out of me so calm down! <br> <br> I met with George who asked if I wanted to up to the balcony to calm down. I nodded and followed like a zombie. I passed a couple of people collecting for children in need who collered me for money - I think I gave them a fiver - they knew I was totalled and slapped a sticker on my chest. I remember they made it cover the face of mona lisa I had printed with fractals and a spliff. They thought it was funny. I just wanted to get away from their voices that were changing pitch from high to low and back again. <br> <br> Upstairs everyone was lying or sitting down. I had to pick my way through all the bodies and sit down. We sat for a while and I was able to cool down a bit. Someone tapped me twice on the shoulder. I looked round but noone was even near me. I freaked! I wasn't bolloxed enough that I couldn't mistake that tap. And I sure as hell knew that no-one was near me. 'What's up?' George asked. 'blddysbbbllblbl...um' I replied in good effort and then pointed to my sticker on my chest. It had gone! Oh my god, had the mysterious tapper pinched it or had I imagined those people downstairs? I hadn't imagined the fiver that was for sure. Panic was on its way back again. <br> <br> I got up and decided to go back for a dance - yeh dancing would get my head back to noddy land. within a few minutes I was leaping around madly fallowing the green and red fractal designs that my hands were making whilst courting with the flashing lights. <br> <br> Now, George had warned me previously about some type of Ether that companies were putting into their smoke machine during these times. He'd said it was like Amyl Nitrite in that it brought everyone up in seconds without them knowing and then they'd have a really ace time and tell all their friends about the gig - thus more gigs. He also said that it had a habit of multiplying the effects of any substances that you were on by about four times. Looking back I think it was some urban rumours that were going around - but I still think about it. Anyway, I remember at one point (when Eat Static were playing) at a crux of a tune the smoke machine let out loads and ingulfed everyone. In the next few seconds I watched as if not part of my body, as EVERYONE became one moving body. Their eyes all widened and searching forwards. it was like a huge wave of bodies all under one control. Then, all of a sudden I felt my left upper leg lock in intense cramp. I dropped like a sack of spuds and then really panicked. No-one had even noticed I was writhing in agony! If anything, they all seemed to just dance on me. I picked a direction and crawled through the feet of the possessed crowd until I came to a door. Stumbling through I was in a corridor and managed to slump myself down on a chair. <br> <br> Whilst massaging my leg I remember that my leg was starting to fade in green and red fractals and the floor was alive with sparks of these patterns. All I could think was 'oh for gods sake not now' I didn't panic then and was more pissed of that I couldn't benefit the picture because of the cramp. A girl materialised with a glass of water-'...just as you asked-' I smiled and wondered when I had asked her. <br> <br> The pain subsided and I calmed down and I sat back and watched the patterns for a while. Green and red sparkes were shooting across the floor and all over my hands. The walls were pulsating and shifting colours and the music was altering its pitch chaotically. Sitting there I could at last appreciate it for what it was and desperately wanted to work out how it happens. At that point George came through the door with his girlfriend and they didn't look to pleased. They asked it I'd noticed the change on the dance floor and George kept on saying about the Ether. We all agreed to go outside into a square that was part of the building's grounds. Here we were able to cool down. I didn't bother speaking but just listend to the whispers of other conversations all around me. The sound was like the noise of the sea genlty rolling on a shingle beach. <br> <br> Soon we decided to leave. I had to be led as I could no longer steer myself in the mathematical fashion I had done before. I remember walking onto the street and seeing the cars. The tracers that the cars left behind made it seem as if they were moving at high speed. Watching them it seemed like they were moving at one mile and hour. The noise was jingle jangle of squeaks and mumbles. Getting a cab was the funniest part as neither of us was in any decent enough position to speak properly and we had to enter an office to order it. It seemed like it took twenty minutes to get the words out and then we were in the car-I was sitting in the front. <br> <br> In London the all night cabs are driven by dodgy people with their own cars. It suddenly dawned on me that we could be taken advantage of here. None of us would be able to put up a struggle. I didn't even know where the hell I was let alone put my fists up. My door was opened and a man started shouting. This was it, I thought. We're gonna get mugged and I'm supposed to be the tougher one. I started laughing. As it turned out the guy thought our driver was taking his fare. A few seconds later and we were off. We stopped under a bridge briefly so that I could be sick out of the car. George was putting it down to the effects of the Ether - again. <br> <br> When we got back I got the cramps again and George's girlfriend got me some salt/sugared water which worked a treat (strongly suggest it for dehydration) and I lay there quietly tripping and slowly coming down. <br> <br> With no sleep, I was up and had left by six thirty in the morning. I had to travel the underground to Victoria and then down to Brighton (about sixty miles) to work. Needless to say I was completey plastered and still a little bit tripping. My boss was not amused. <br> <br> That's it. It was, looking back on it a great time and well worth it. For since then I have been able to work out my own personal dosage and have developed a good understanding of hallucinations and what to expect. If ever I take trips now its usually about a quater of a tab at a time. <br> <br> One good thing about trips is the ability for hand-eye co-ordination. I have learnt some of my best tricks whilst tripping. <br> <br> Thanks for reading this (if you did)<!-- 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: 502</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,366</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=502&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=502&format=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), 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">7 lines</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/heroin/">Heroin</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </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>(freebase)</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">50 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Heroin and acid must be one of the worst combinations ever. I had had seven 3 inch lines of thai white heroin in the evening, along with about 4 or 5 rocks (freebase cocaine), and then took two trips. As soon as the acid kicked in i started puking (I had never puked on heroin before although my friends puke every time). For basically my entire trip, i had no idea what was going on, and kept on losing myself totally. I would be in one place and realise it, then what would seem like a second later i`d be somewhere totally different down the road. This continued until i passed out and my friends drove me home.<!-- 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: 665</td></tr> <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 15, 2000</td><td>Views: 65,106</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=665&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=665&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Heroin (27), Crack (82), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have taken LSD (at least I'm pretty sure it was) 3 times in my life, all bought from the same person, and probably all the same type, however all 3 experiences were remarkably different. I suspect the acid was homemade because the hits were not perfectly square, and one had an apparently penciled checkmark on it for some reason. <br> <br> The first time I took it was with a (now former) friend, let's call him Mike. We had planned a camping trip for the occasion, so he got his quad out and we rode up over the slate dumps, and on a hill where an older friend lived, let's call him Frank. <br> <br> Frank had a sloped yard with quad trails running up into the woods, so we rode up a bit on the top of a hill and set up camp. Around 9:00 or so we decided to take the hit. We only had one hit, so we had to cut it in half. We had no way of doing this so we walked down to Frank's house. <br> <br> We cut it in half with nail clippers and dropped the hits. We then walked to the edge of town and sat on a pile of cardboard for about an hour. Nothing happened. We went back to Frank's and another acquaintance stopped by, let's call him Jeff. <br> <br> I bought $20 in weed from Jeff, which turned out to be a very large but, with the provision that I smoke a joint with everyone. Seemed like a good deal to me. After smoking a joint on his porch, we all went inside. <br> <br> I had a bit of a weed buzz going on, and this was about an hour and 45 minutes after we'd taken the hit. Suddenly EVERYTHING went weird. I looked around and nearly forgot where I was. Then I looked at one of Frank's children who just stared at me, and time seemed to freeze. The child looked unnatural, and out of place. <br> <br> It's a bit hazy from there on. I remember Jeff leaving and Frank going to sleep. We left Frank's house and stood on his porch laughing for about 15 minutes before he came outside and chased us away, since he had to work the next day. <br> <br> We walked back up to our campsite, laughing the whole way. We then attempted to gather firewood, and somehow got a fire going. I remember on the other side of the river, on top of the hill, the lines of house lights and cellular phone towers seemed to blink and dance about. <br> <br> We continued to smoke weed the whole time, and seemed to enjoy throwing coleman fuel on the fire and laughting hysterically. I eventually went to sleep in the tent, after hours of laying there hearing the fire crackling, which sounded so intense I had to make sure it wasn't the tent that was actually burning! <br> <br> The following morning I had little if any feeling from the drug, and Frank and his friend came to make sure we weren't dead I suppose and we smoked a joint with them. <br> <br> It was a very pleasant experience, from a mere half of a hit of acid. Price: $5.00 / hit (so $2.50 for my trip) <br> <br> --- Second Time --- <br> <br> I decided I wanted to try this again! I went and scored 4 hits from my sorce. Then me and my other friend, let's call him bob, planned a camping trip. We would walk the railroad tracks and setup camp when we were ready. I decided that the railroad tracks would be an interesting scene. <br> <br> Our concept of time wasn't very good, as the only thing we had to go on was a shortwave radio we occasionally picked up the 'time channel' then scrambled to remember what our GMT offset was. <br> <br> We took a half hit each around 11am, and began walking. About an hour or so later of non-constant walking with frequent water breaks (the 4 gallons of water we brought being the LIFE SAVERS of the journey), we felt very little and decided to take another half hit each, for a grand total of one hit each. <br> <br> No sooner did we take the second half hit then we began feeling strange. This may have simply been psychological, but it seems that something kicked in at that point. We continued walking. <br> <br> We both began feeling weirder and weirder. We encountered, of all things, a docked boat in the middle of nowhere by the water, with children swimming near it. This surreal event may have been the straw that broke the camel's back, because at this point we began to see spots in the sky moving about, and colors were more pronounced. <br> <br> We then walked through the next town up the railroad tracks. We had been walking for hours and (probably due to the acid) we did not seem to be bothered at all by the 90 degree heat! We walked from the railroad tracks to the a dirt road we were farmiliar with, and walked to a fresh water spring to replenish our water supply. <br> <br> At this point, we began to become tired. We made the decision not to camp but instead to walk on to the NEXT town down the tracks, where bob's sister lived. So we walked and we walked and we walked. <br> <br> We eventually made it only to find that his sister was not home! Luckily after about 5 minutes of walking towards his even farther-away cousin's house, his brother-in-law drove past and we finally got rides home. Once home I took a shower, and Mike (same one from the last story) stopped by with his friend let's call him Al (the acid supplier) and we smoked a bit of weed. By this time my trip had subsided. <br> <br> This was, it would seem, a MILD trip. I experienced obvious changes in perception, but very little visuals, buoyancy, or giddiness from the previous HALF dosage. Mike tells me that it was because I took it in the day time instead of at night but I find that hard to beleive. <br> <br> --- Third Time --- <br> <br> The remaining two hits me and Bob had planned to take at his cousin's house (an old farm-house) that he often housesitted for. Instead, around 10pm one night I had the spontanious urge to take the hit, so I called him up. <br> <br> We went to his room, which is very trippily decorated (is trippily a word?) complete with christmas lights, blacklight shit everywhere, and playboy centerfolds and beer posters galore. <br> <br> We took one hit each, turned on the christmas lights and listened to pink floyd's the wall (a classic of course). After around 45 minutes my arms went numb. I told this to him and he thought nothing of it. <br> <br> After about 15 or 20 more minutes of floyd we both had some serious effects. I was really starting to freak out from my claustrophobia being severely intensified in the small room. At one point I looked at him and said 'We GOTTA get out of here!' He had a panicked look on his face and shook his head. We just couldn't take the scenery. <br> <br> The walk downstairs was a REAL challenge! I had difficulty balancing and even walking slowly down the stairs felt like a ride at an amusement park. And the icing on the cake, his mother was downstairs, and we had to sneak by her. He explained that we were going for a walk. <br> <br> We decided to hit the town (as boring as it is) We first walked to the ballpark, sat down in the dugout and had a cigarette. The fence facing the field was moving fast. We continued walking through town. At one point, walking past a church, I actually had NO idea where I was, nor did I care. For a brief moment, I was completely null and void. <br> <br> I had no sense of where I was, what I was doing, and yet it didn't worry me. I just kept walking. We ended up at the locks and dam. We sat by the foggy river for awhile and walked back to Bob's house. We then played a game of Wayne Gretzky's 3d hockey for the n64, which was quickly abandoned when neither of us could follow it at all. <br> <br> We then, for some reason, proceeded to take our shoes off and RUN barefoot to the local fire hall to buy a can of pop from the machine. We returned to his house, and made another trip to the locks, then we disbanded and returned to our respective homes. <br> <br> It was about 5am when I came home. I watched speed racer then attempted to go to sleep. When I closed my eyes I saw a strange phenomenon. I saw a ball of light that would expand into a thick vertical bar, move around, then disappear briefly. I eventually fell asleep and had no effect when I woke up (at about 3pm!) Overall this was my best experience with lsd. <br> <br> In conclusion, my trips were somewhat mild in comparison to some of the stories I have read. My experiences with LSD have been calm, pleasing, and all occured during good mind sets (I read all about set and setting, etc before I took the drug). If you asked me if i'd ever do it again, I wouldn't have an answer. It depends on where I am at the time and such. If you asked me if I'd reccomend LSD to you, i would have no answer for that either. I can only say that it's quite a ride, nothing like that of marijuana. From what i hear it can be even more intense depending on dosage and quality. In any case, that's my story.<!-- 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: 819</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 18, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,433</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=819&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=819&format=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), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </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/alprazolam/">Pharms - Alprazolam</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 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/clonazepam/">Pharms - Clonazepam</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">185 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Phish rules to begin with. Tripping to their music is an out of body experience. <br> <br> The pharmies were just for fun, god knows what they actually did. The acid and k put me in to the warp zone. I had such abstract thoughts that made complete sense at the time. And the dancing, could not stop for my life. Michael Rey a jazz trumpeter got on stage and went nuts dancing like Jim Morrison with his indian dream figures. Then he started playing. It was fucking out of control. Best Sex ever. Heaven is a place on earth. <br> <br> Z-Crak_Mak <br> dont do crak or smak <br> <br> PS. Later that nite when we blasted the rest of the k and danced around crackie's crib... i drank shitloads of beer til 10:30 when i fell down the basement steps... 20 stiches in my knee... didnt really hurt at the time but i am minorly disabled for a while (on crutches) <br> <br> PPS. Drugs are fun... be careful not to have too much fun to often and you fall down the stairs and gash your knee open<!-- 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: 3042</td></tr> <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 3, 2000</td><td>Views: 14,254</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3042&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3042&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Alcohol (61), Pharms - Clonazepam (125), Pharms - Alprazolam (98), Ketamine (31), LSD (2) : Various (28), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></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 --> So there's this thing that came through my town called the Omegafest and my friend buys several bottles of the pure liquid that allegedly starts the national chain of illicit lysergic acid. <br> <br> This stuff is so strong and pure that I fill a by-then almost empty food-coloring bottle with tap water and swish and gulp... Blugh! I've never really tasted acid to such an immeasurable degree, and I soon discover that despite my self-proclaimed guru status I have never dosed like this before. <br> <br> So we're (my friend and I) winding back to our origin of consciousness and we're discussing trip stuff. After awhile I realize that my consciousness is completely delocalized and quantum reality is surging through my brain. I have to think really, really hard to figure out what room I am in and by midnight I have forgotten everything that I had done earlier that day. <br> <br> This is where it gets weird... I come to discover that me and my friend are of the same genetically evolved species, except I'm the active component and he's the passive component. He had mastered the trip from the past up the the present and I knew the trip from the present into the future. Anyways we finally succeed in smoking pot and I am suddenly absorbed in what I swore was post-terrestrial existence. <br> <br> Everything I saw moved in ray-traced slow motion and all light appeared to be pixellized. This is where the missing moment begins. We are walking in perfect circles in his apartment living room speaking back and forth to each other without thinking about it at all, utilizing the vehicle of our heightened consciousness to communicate. Then, I bump into a chair and it fucks with my orbit. I obliviously pick the chair up and heave it as if it was the oppressive force I've experienced my entire subjective existence... right through a gigantic sliding glass door. <br> <br> My friend looks at me astonished, but I assuage his anxiety by proclaiming 'Hey man! It doesn't matter anymore! We're creating everything we perceive with our minds and now you and I are going to infuse our thoughts and make the universe contract into the big stop! Finally! We're god now!' <br> <br> How incredibly naive. We proceeded to break a lot of other things in his home, spit on the walls, pour beer everywhere, unleash gigantic bags of tea into the air, and cover all of the walls with psychotic gibberish in crayon. Actually, I only broke the glass door with the chair and my friend did all of the other stuff while I lay in the bottom of his shower... water blasting, curled up naked in a fetal position sucking my thumb. A baby once again... <br> <br> My subjective cognitive reference point had completely vanished and I was thrown back into infinity... Simultaneously existing in a 3d shell with my mind expanded into the entirety of the fouth dimension. Mentally dead but physically alive. I was still waiting for us to somehow shed our old skins and enter 'thought-world' but I started coming down instead. <br> <br> I realized that I was not, in fact, existing in a place made by my thoughts so that I could unify all things into one, but that I had just tripped harder than I've ever tripped on LSD and that now I would have to pay for the shit I broke. Kinda bummed me out that I had tripped once again only to put more polish on the paradigm and not to cross myself over into a greater form, whatever that might have been.<!-- 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: 2516</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 7, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,995</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2516&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2516&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">95 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My first time ever on acid was not too long ago. I was so very exited about my first time, because I have heard how good it was or is. Well let me tell you this trip was sure interesting. Me and my best girl friend went on a field trip to Magic Mountain, so we decided that the trip would be more fun if we did some type of drug. So we decided acid would be the one. Well we sure did have an interesting trip. <br> <br> We decided to take the tabs about an hour before getting to Magic Mountain. So we took them in the bus. Not too long after taking them everything started to have its own world. My trip started about me complaining how hot and smoggy it was. The day was actually pretty cold. My friend was telling me to be quiet because it was just me and the drug saying this, but really I was sooo hot and could not breathe because of the 'smog'. I didn't know what was going on. I was kinda scared. <br> <br> During this trip I brought my diary along with me and here is what my friend and I wrote in the bus (the writing looks like a 3 year old wrote it): <br> <br> 'Dear Diary, <br> This is soo cool love, <br> (My friends name)' <br> Right below it there is a drawing of a stick person flying. <br> 'I feel undressed Wow <br> Yeah I kick ass no out (something, I can't tell what it says) read love to write it lets out emotions' <br> <br> and then I wrote... <br> 'Me too I have the weirdest feeling ever I feel like I can just SPLAT ! on you. If you know what I mean I don't know where to take it in. I'm trying so hard not to let it in but this is one of those things that it just comes out. Wow I haven't ever felt like this before it is strange I can't help it. I feel like I'm still on my period. I have never ever felt like this in my whole life. Maybe I'm just faking it ugh I feel like I'm this is sooo hard to try to keep it to just my self I think I'm seeing things I never had before, yeah right I'm just trying too hard. Shit but I feel it wanting to come out I'm okay this is nothing I'm just trying too hard. It's the damn bus that wont let me it's moving but see everyone else is doing fine I hate it I hate it. I can't breathe' <br> <br> You know writing this is giving me this weird sentation. But anyway. <br> The trip became really bad for me because I was so paranoid. I saw Jesus. I saw little cartoon characters in the freeway. I saw many other things that I am sure I don't remember. When we were almost there, I thought I threw up so I was going all weird. I don't remember too much that happened. All I know is that my friend told me that it was all just me. I started crying because I was feeling so sick. When I got off the bus I was asking people if they went to church and asked them to pray for me. <br> <br> Later on that day while walking around the park I wanted to call my parents and my ex-boyfriend to tell them I loved them, because I thought that was my last day alive. We only got on 2 or 3 rides because I was acting so weird. Every time I was around a group of people I started to go crazy and run out of air. All the 10-11 hours we were there seemed like 2 years for me. Also that day I felt like God was calling me to be religious. Again here is something else I wrote during the trip: <br> <br> 'I feel like hell I don't know the feeling or how to describe it and hope to get out of it soon because I LOVE GOD!' <br> <br> I wish I could've written more but every time I wrote my pen was melting and my diary was sooo wet. <br> <br> Well what I can say about my trip is that if I knew what to expect I would've enjoyed it. Maybe for a first timer I took too much or for a tiny girl like me. I am very short and weigh 95 pounds (and I'm 18, that is sad). I think I might try it some other time again. I already know what to expect and this time I will do it and stay inside doors.<!-- 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: 676</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 7, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,544</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=676&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=676&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), 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">8 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" 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 doing LSD for 3 years now and I thought I could take it up to the next level. I had some money saved and wanted to purchase some Gel tabs, which in my opinion were always stronger. It was Friday afternoon and I was getting a ride from my friend to his house. I popped all 8 in my mouth and let them melt. I was hanging at his house for about 15 minutes and we were discussing what we were going to do that night. <br> <br> We hung around for about 45 minutes listening to music and I had to go to the bathroom. As I opened the door the inside of the room seemed to bend inward, as if being sucked by a Vacuum, I knew that the LSD was taking effect. I was standing up to go pee, and as I watched the water it would lift up and little animal figures would appear out of my urine. I was facinated by this and stood for about 10 minutes staring into the bowl. As I turned around for the door it appeared as if a man was stuck in the door and his figure was inside, I reached for the door but my hand was some sort of crab claw, I could open and close the pincers as if they were my own. After much effort, I opened the door and walked out to what appeared to be a whole new dimension, I could not recognize anything around me, all the walls were mirrors, and each mirror had a different reflection of me, one I was a wasp, and the other a flower. I saw my friend siting on the couch drinking a beer, and as he spoke the words were slow and garbled. I was extremly confused. He turned around and there was his melting face, totally unidentifiable, his eyes were near his chin and his mouth was up at his forehead with multicolored teeth. <br> <br> I wanted to sit down but I couldn't find the couch, all I saw was a woman laying down and rods coming from her chest which seemed to transform into the outline of a couch. I swung my arm in front of my face and the atmosphere appeared to be torn apart, all objects infront of me were dismembered and only a swirling blackness lay behind them. I could tell my friend was asking me something but I couldnt possibly try and comprehend any of his words, I couldnt even tell if it was him. I went back into the bathroom a little frightened and closed the door to wash my face. I was trying to think what was happening, but it was if my mind was not being used, and I was thinking through someone others head. As if I havent used my brain before and I am just getting used to it. As I glanced up I noticed my face was covered in hair and my eyes had tiny arms coming out of them that were stretching towards the mirror. A vortex like doughnut appeared in the center of the mirror and my face became extended outward and was sucked into the mirror. As I looked over into the vanity mirror I had no face, there was just a Piece of skin and one bulging eye. <br> <br> I ran out the door and jumped onto the couch and layed with my eyes closed. I yelled out to my friend that I needed a nap but I didnt hear a response. It appeared there were Millions of Pot leafs in a Kalidascope form, with colors I have never seen before covering every square inch of each leaf. I tried to close my eyes as tight as possibe and the colors just got more intence. I could feel my heart beating like never before, with each beat there was a red glow around everything. I layed down and tried to dissect this amazing trip. Then I heard music, I opened my eyes and everything appeared normal, I saw a few more people just wandering around as if I wasnt there. I got up and walked around, feeling fine, I looked at the clock and realized it was 11:30 Allthough it was a short lasted trip, it was one that I would not forget.<!-- 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: 660</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 9, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,137</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=660&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=660&format=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">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 --> The second time I tripped, it was with my friend, and boyfriend at the time; we'll call him J. It was way more intense than the first time, but I felt worse after I came down. We got the acid from another friend and took it at her house at about 8pm. J and I were with a third friend, W, who wasn't on anything that night. We were driving out to J's house and we picked up some fast food on the way and ate in an empty parking lot near J's house. While they were eating I started feeling the acid. I felt tingly all over, and then it felt like when your foot falls asleep, but all over my body. J and W walked around the parking lot smoking a cigarette and I stayed in the car because I was cold. I was looking at the car seat and it looked like it was breathing, very gently. <br> <br> Then we went to J's house, and talked to his parents and grandmother for a while. I was really feeling it by then. I felt detached and kind of unfocused or tranced out. We went outside and we were leaning against the above-ground pool. Water looks really awesome when you're tripping. I was leaning against J and we were entranced by the stars. The clouds appeared to be coming in closer and closer. J was trying to explain it to W and we waved his lit cigarette across the sky. J and I both saw it leave a bright trail and we were like, 'Whoa!!!' W just said, 'Okaaaay...' (He's been with me both times I tripped; he finds it hilarious to watch people on acid.) We went inside and were watching Outbreak on one of the fifty billion movie channels. The sick people looked really disgusting. <br> <br> Then we went outside; it was December so it was pretty cold. J and I smoked a joint and we were just having fun being fucked-up dorks. W was having fun watching us be fucked-up dorks. Me and J spent a lot of time looking at the sky; we both saw a cloud that looked like a man's face moving around. At one point I was holding the joint and the wind blew smoke into my eyes. Everything look beautiful and swirly for a second. It was just a screen of white opalescent smoke. J, who doesn't exactly live in the best part of town (he calls it the ghetto but it's not too bad) was telling us about all the neighbors that went past. Then we saw a dog across the street. J went over and started barking at it. It barked back once, J barked back louder and ran toward it, and the dog hauled ass down the street. It was really funny. We went back inside, and by then I felt like I was just drifting through everything we did. <br> <br> All of a sudden, all my thoughts, everything just made perfect sense. Everything seemed so right, and I was thinking that this was how it should always be. J was holding his baby niece for what seemed like a long time, but my sense of time was way distorted, anyway he and the baby just looked so content and peaceful. That added to my thoughts of how right everything was. W and I had to leave soon after that (we're still in high school, we had a lame curfew). On the way home, my sense of time got even more out of whack. The clock would say, like, 11:30 or something, for what felt like ten minutes. Then I'd look back what I thought was 2 minutes later and it'd be 20 minutes later. Before the tripping started, J and I told W to let us listen to 'It's On' by Korn when we started tripping. So me and W listened to it on the way home. It was awesome. If you've never heard it, it had kind of weird, fluctuating noises at the beginning. <br> <br> I was at my dad's house for the weekend, and of course I didn't want him to know I was tripping, so I was trying to avoid him as much as possible. I wanted to go to bed because I hadn't peaked yet and I was afraid I'd act too weird in front of him. There was a towel on a rack in the bathroom that look like it was contacting in and out like an accordion. My dad asked where all we'd gone, and for a second I completely blanked out until I remembered we were at J's. I told him i was tired so I as going to bed, but he was in a talkative mood. I was beginning to have visual hallucinations so I finally locked myself in my room for the night. The walls were moving. My dork little sister had hung pine tree garland things all over in honor of Christmas, and I swore they were breathing. There were also foil garlands that looked like liquid that was dancing. It was cool. <br> Then I noticed the ceiling. It's wood so you could see the grain and where the paint is peeling, and the patterns it formed were moving all over, like a flat lava lamp. I watched the ceiling most of the night. At one point the design changed to bugs and scorpions but I didn't freak like I thought I would have. The bed was the softest I've ever been in. I was floating. My deep thoughts returned; over anf over in my head was a mantra of 'Everything is now.' I was thinking that we spend way too much time obsessing over the past and future, and we should just chill and ejoy everything now. I finally got to sleep for an hour at 7am. It was a better trip than my first, because I didn't see things that much the first time. But next time, I'll probably do it during the day. <br> <br> This was the day before semester exams and I need sleep! Since then I've kind of kept in mind the 'revelations' I had; I quit worrying so much about what I could have changed of the past and I don't freak about the future, I just kind of go with the flow. Which isn't a bad idea, I found. See, drugs are good for some things!<!-- 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: 672</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 9, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,263</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=672&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=672&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was 18 the first time I experienced what would forever change my life. My friend had done acid before, and I was intrigued with how a small piece of paper could cause some of the things she described. She led me on my first trip... <br> <br> We were walking from a neighbor's apartment to our apartment, which was only a few yards when the effects started to occur. It seemed like it took days to walk the short distance. The hairs on my arms began to stand up...the air felt light...I felt like I was gliding along...noticing things I had never noticed before. Lights had multiple colors, not just the white color I had only seen before. The wind made the most incredible, exciting sounds through the trees. Words are insufficient to describe the experience. I felt I was in touch with the universe...like I was one with my friend...we could read each other's thoughts. Life made absolute sense. <br> <br> I have described it to people by saying that the 'walls in my mind were torn down.' I have never since seen life the same as before the first experience. There is more reality now, be it good or bad, REALITY. It is this continued perception that makes me believe one never comes down after doing acid.<!-- 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: 675</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 9, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,010</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=675&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=675&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Nature / Outdoors (23), 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> </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/salvia/">Salvia divinorum</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:59</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 36:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mescaline/">Mescaline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(cookie / food)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">60 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Although this report does not have a strong sense of detail, I thought it would be worth noting the potential influence of the substances used in the days immediately preceeding the mescaline trip. The entire 4 days seemed like one state kind of blended into the other, all coalescing into one gigantic brain tinkerer. <br> <br> A friend and I had gone away to stay with my mother, in the country lake system. We were truly revelling in the open-to-experience, open-to-chance phase of our lives and the experiences it gave birth to. <br> <br> On the train on the way down from the city he showed me a rather curious little cookie- one specially prepared by his father, a pharmacist/scientist which contained a very high concentration of synthesized mescaline and a considerable amount of THC. As i said, I am vague about the exact dosage details, I am not even sure whether this was THC which had been isolated, or oil, buds etc.... <br> <br> The Mescaline content was the result of months of lab work which started with the humble backyard San Pedro. <br> <br> On the first day, we woke and had what would have been roughly 100 mcgm. LSD for breakfast. As I said, seeking experience was our forte. We had the day to ourselves, and spent a while just talking, to establish a communicative field to house the trip. It was then decided to take the small dinghy style boat out so that we could experience the onset of effects whilst floating, freely, peacefully in the lake.We stocked the boat up with beer and ventured forth. The trip was very mild,so some salvinorin assistance was employed, still allowing for driving of the boat, a quick swim etc. but still rewarding us with a nice little spin on our external environment in the way of colour definition and appreciaton of surrounds. Really, it made for a rather enlightening moment or two. <br> <br> We returned for some Rum. We the went onto the roof, overlooking the lake. We stayed up there, toaster as well, drank around 2 bottles of champagne and smoked a little salvia. <br> <br> This salvia-drinking cycle continued for the next 12 hours or so, and a few times people we had met asked us, implored by our generally bizarre behaviour, if we were tripping. <br> <br> The mescaline and THC cookie was shared sometime the next evening, following the consumption of a bottle of blue caracao. <br> We went to a friend-of a friends house, sitting, waiting, listening to our insides. <br> <br> The effects became truly apparent when a print of a harp seal on the wall became animate, it was gesturing to us, smiling. Then it emerged from it's paper backing, and was suddenly in three dimensional form, gradually leaving it's frame casing. Naturally we wanted the seal to be free so we started little 'incantations of the seal'. we were being a little rowdy at this point, and had offended the small town minds present in the room we had intruded into. We went walking, but experienced a strange phenomneon, this part really brought the mescaline to my attnetion. We would walk to the end of one street, turn the corner, and be back at the same street. We could not escape this one street. Defying panic, we tried to regain our orientation by recognition of houses, which was futile as they too, took on an identical appearance when studied. This gave grounding for what convincingly felt like we were literally existing, functioning, in a parallel reality. <br> <br> When our friends found us (we had forgotten about them) we went back to a friends house, where her mum made us watch, of all things, belly dancing videos. The THC had stolen ALL my saliva and I kept having strange muscualar sensations which had me repeatedly checking if my limbs were twisted, detached etc. Alhtough it may sound so, none of this was unpleasant, more uncomfortable as i felt strange behaving this way in front of my friend's mother. I tried to make logical conversation but ended up forgetting my motivation in speaking to her or what i was saying. I think she'd had enough of seeing my friend slumped very awkwardly against the wall groaning to a guitar he was cradling as well, because she gave her daughter, our friend, 2 joints and suggested we leave the house for a while. Now this really brought the effects into full force. i had just finished sharing one of the joints when the sky became liquid, it was turbulent, it was my mind up there before me. i lost co-ordination and spent about 5 minutes trying to get out of a 20 cm. ditch. Strange stuff. <br> <br> We ended up back at the house, and I ended up in the girl's bed, as did my friend with her friend. Kissing was extremely UNpleasant due to the chronic lack of saliva, like two sheets of sandpaper wrsetling for room. <br> After a little while talking, kissing, drinking phenomenal amounts of water, I felt very tired and a little confused, and just wanted to go to sleep. I awoke the next day to no ill-effect, no 'scattered' state of mind as encountered with acids and other alkaloids. <br> <br> I left my first experience with mescaline very satisifed. I found it particuarly interesting the way in which the essence of your state of mind become your surroundings, that is, I was my immediate environment, as mentioned earlier with the sky. I believe there is great depth to the relationship between internal and external environments, in terms of weather, emotion..it is all interrelated. My experience with the mescaline was a practical experiment in exercising this theory I now realise. <br> Yes, this is a bit of a vague account, apologies for the fact, but this was at a time when we were more spontaneous experimenters, whereas now we are much more learned and methodically, well, fellow earthlings, till next time, which shall be soon.....<!-- 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: 1468</td></tr> <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 10, 2000</td><td>Views: 29,616</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1468&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1468&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Salvia divinorum (44), Mescaline (36) : Various (28), Multi-Day Experience (13), 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">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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My then-boyfriend and I decided to do acid one summer evening. He had done it many times before, and I had done it just a couple of times. We dropped about 4 hits of liquid onto sugar cubes and ate them at about 5pm. The come-on was rather quick - at about 5:30 I watched the shingles on the neighbor's roof melting. And it all went quickly downhill from there. <br> <br> It was probably about 5:45 when we went onto the roof of our building to see the view. I got scared up there and tried to come back into the apartment (we lived on the top floor), but got 'lost' and couldn't figure out what apartment was ours. I finally got inside and became even more confused. Here I started losing touch with reality. I went into the bathroom and saw a new package of toilet paper. I remembered buying it, but I knew there was no way I could have bought it in my current state, so I surmised that I didn't always feel this way. About the same time, I remembered that I had started a new job the week before and I knew I couldn't work feeling like this, so I must sometimes feel differently than this, but how? I asked my boyfriend what was wrong with me? Had we taken drugs? He said yes. I really wanted him to sit with me then, but he was tripping so hard that we couldn't communicate. I went and sat on the couch and thought, 'If I can go to sleep, I'll feel better when I wake up.' I was *really* scared; I couldn't remember what my life was like - all I knew about was reality as it existed for me at that particular moment, and it was not pleasant. I just wanted it to stop. <br> <br> I have a vague memory of taking a shower; I assume this was at the beginning of the trip. I know I threw up somewhere in this first hour, but I don't remember getting sick - I just remember cleaning it up later that night. I was told that at one point I collapsed on the living room floor, but I don't remeber that either. Other than that, I came to in my bed about 10pm. I have no idea how I got there or what I was doing for the previous four hours. From that time on it was like a 'normal' acid trip. <br> <br> Because I was so scared and so far gone, it was a full three years before I ever did drugs again. (I have since candyflipped twice and had great experiences.) <br> <br> The moral of the story is: Don't take acid for granted, and Err on the side of under-dosing.<!-- 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: 3257</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 12, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,400</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3257&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3257&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Difficult Experiences (5)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This day I had not planned anything but to trip. I was waiting for the sunset because I love tripping at night. My cousin, my brother and I were going to get into it and have lots of fun. At about 7pm we ate a purple geltab of acid each. While we waited my brother's roomate and like 3 of his friends showed up. They had pot and went on to smoke it, but I was not getting into that because I wanted to feel my trip completely, not be high and imagine somethin that was not happening. So after an hour of wait I start feeling the effects and felt in another zone. The trip took me to a state I had NEVER been before, I felt so good I had total control over my trip that I could not stop talking about it. <br> <br> Later on I found out that the friends of my bro's roomate had rolls, doublestack fishbone they called them. I bought one and so did my brother... Oh man, the best decision I have ever made. I took the bean and tripped while I waited to roll. We (my bro, my cousin and I) started to dance with a some DJ Dara pumpin. I have a set of 'lightrix' glasses which make any light source sparkle. While wearing those my cousin told me he was gonna blow me up and oh he did. He played around with the glowstix and made me go into a 'tunnel'... I swear I saw zebra stripes on the walls and I fell back on my brothers bed, I thought I was gonna pass out and got scared, so I got up and continued to trip. The roll had just kicked in, I was seeing trippy stuff everywhere and my body felt like water. As soon as we stepped outside the other people there saw us rollin nuts and trippin stars and go hyped up to do it with us. How exiting that felt!! More people wanted to be in 'our world' but we were in another dimension by then and they did not hav acid so they were never gonna feel like us. We went to the roof of the apartment and laid on the floor to check out the clouds. They were bright pink and the rest of the sky was purple. As I peered deeper and deeper into space I could see swirls of amazing colors and little flying objects. I knew I was definetly trippin balls. When we went downstairs the other ppl rollin were doing weird tricks (carrying each other, stretching out..) I joined because I wanted to feel the roll again, I had been like 30 minutes on the roof and was not fully enjoying my bean. So I was carried 'airplane' style and put to the ground. It was awesome, but nothing new. So I go out to the balcony afterwards and this guy who was on speed was talking shit, but I did not care as long as he kept feedin me his Lucky Strikes. I was lookin at the sky, totally ignoring the fucker. The clouds again captivated me. They were moving faster and faster. I was dazed. My 'trip-roll' went on for hours. But when I came down from the roll the acid still had me. I laid out on the couch and so did my bro and my cousin. We stayed there for some time, gazing at whatever we wanted to. I cant quite remember what we did cause I was probably thinking so hard. We stayed up till like 7am. It rained and the rain looked like a river flowing thru the asphalt on the street. <br> <br> It was over by then. I passed out on the couch. <br> <br> The next day, after I woke up I felt eaten up because of all the fun from the night before. I can say it was the first time I trolled and I recomend it to anyone who has experience in the field. <br> PEACE<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 3294</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 14, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,313</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3294&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3294&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Various (28), Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(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">320 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well, I have had many friends that were users of the drug for quite some time. From each person I had heard mixed things: 'It was the worst time of my life!', 'It was like my eyes were open for the first time.' etc. I had decided to abstain from the use of any synthetic drug, for fear of the 'side affects', but this did not last long. The older I got and the more experienced I became with herbals the more my curiosity began to peak. Eventualy I just said 'LSD is something I would like to experience once in my life.'. When I expressed these feelings to a close friend of mine, Myles, he said 'Want company?'. So began our adventure. <br> <br> After searching for months we finally found some I purchased 2 hits and Myles got 1. We promptly headed back to his house for a night of fun. <br> <br> We ate the hits at about 10:00 pm and then comfortably settled down to watch some Dragon Ball Z. About 1 hour later my skin began to tingle and I begin to get very giggly. Myles was becoming concerned that his was not gonna work. I excused myself to the bathroom to inspect my goosebumbs and when I returned I found Myles laughing like a small school girl. <br> <br> This kept up for a good 2 hours, then it was if I had blinked and the entire world as I knew it melted away and revealed its true nature to me. I was completly aware of *everything* around me, reminicent of a comic book superhero. <br> <br> After playing around with my new found super senses, we decided to go outside. In mid Montana there are no lights, no neighbors, and no one to interfere with my new found plans of world domination. For reasons that are still unclear, just as you know the sky is blue and the grass is green there was no doubt in my mind it was *FACT* that the next day I was going to take over the world, this made me very excited... ;P <br> <br> The problem I found with the substance was that it made me go to the bathroom excesivly!! So....now I'am sitting in the silence of a bathroom attempting to make some since of my new found awareness when I noticed a small hand towel hanging from the wall, the towel had been given life! I sat there for what seemed hours watching this towl, which I had given the name Bob, breathe and grow before my eyes. The sudden knock on the door snaped me back into what little bit of the real world I still had left in me, so I finished me buisness, introduced Myles to my new friend Bob. <br> <br> We thought it would be interesting to lay in the complete dark and talk about life. Laying in the dark with my best friend (and Bob the towel which made for a nice pillow) was the most relaxed I have ever been. Our bodies ceased to exist instead we were two voices in an empty room nothing more. I began to question weather or not anything at all existed outside of the closed door of his room. I questioned myself and my actions and found a peace the likes of which I have never known.... <br> <br> We sat in the dark and talked until the sun beat down on the window of his room like a rentless messenger reminding us of the world and the reality we had left and were well on the way back to. <br> <br> By the way I still have Bob. ;) <br> <br> <br> I hope my story can be of help to someone if not more than a humerous distraction from homework.<!-- 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: 836</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 3,377</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=836&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=836&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), First Times (2)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#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 --> LSD is a crazy drug to take. You have to be in the right frame of mind mostly to take it, as I'm sure many of you already know. <br> <br> My first experience with acid was a little odd..yet at the same time very eye-opening. <br> <br> It was April of 1999.. I had just gotten out of work at Friendly's (I was a waitress) at an extremely late hour. A large group of my friends (about 50 people) had planned on going to this abandoned warehouse and having a party. A large group of us wanted to trip. I agreed. <br> <br> I was pissed off that I had gotten out of work so late, and therefore I was in a terrible mood. <br> <br> I dropped at about 10:45ish on a Saturday night. Many people told me to think positively and to get in a better frame of mind so that I wouldn't have a bad trip. I tried my hardest. <br> <br> After I dropped, we all went to the warehouse and parked our cars. I felt nothing. <br> <br> I got out and walked around..at this point it was probably already 11:45 and still I felt nothing. I began wondering if I would feel anything off of this so-called 'great' hallucinogenic drug. <br> <br> I felt a little nauseous so I sat in my car for a while. I put on the radio and lay back for a bit..some mild techno was playing on the stereo. I closed my eyes. Colors began appearing while my eyes were shut.. Swirling and transforming to the music..I was paralyzed from the neck down. I couldn't move. My whole body felt stuck in this warped illusion that I was experiencing. I felt sick when I opened my eyes, so I simply lay back and kept my eyes shut while people wandered all about me and talked to me.. I could hear nothing, only the music that was playing in the background. The colors changed patterns every second, and the twists and turns amazed me and sent me into a psychadelic twist of phenomenal visuals that I could only see with my eyes shut. I felt as though I was stuck in a kaleidoscope that kept turning and turning and wouldn't stop. <br> <br> It eventually became time to leave, and I was in no condition to drive. My friend 'P' drove to a hotel where we were all supposed to get a room. As the sun rose over the horizon, the sky looked purple and I remarked how beautiful everything seemed. <br> <br> We all ended up in the Burger King parking lot at about 7:00 AM after being unable to retrieve the room we expected to get. <br> <br> I looked at myself in the rear view mirror, feeling horribly ugly and disgustingly dirty. The trip had ended, but I still felt disconnected from reality and the world in general. <br> <br> The whole next day was really the eye-opener: <br> <br> Two of my friends and myself went back to my house at about 8:00 AM. We took a shower and did our make-up and got dressed. I still felt ugly as hell and disgusting. I noticed all of my imperfections and was dissatisfied with the way I looked altogether. I tried to correct the wrongness with my appearance; however, nothing seemed to work and we left my house and went to a local park. I felt extremely out of place. Not only did I wish I hadn't taken the drug, but I wished I was dead. I felt like I had no reason to be alive. <br> <br> I didn't feel suicidal at the time, but I wanted the horrible reality that I was faced with to wear off. I felt like everybody was against me and like I was an outcast or an outsider.. Nobody understood exactly what I was feeling. <br> <br> Eventually I took the two friends home and I returned to my abode. I lay down in my bed, and played Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom. I closed my eyes to a horrendous attack of visuals coming from all sides and every direction. I felt like I was stuck in a continuous movie. I remember seeing stop signs and furry animals and all kinds of unbelievable things that just kept popping up in coordinance with the songs that were playing. It was the only CD I wanted to hear. <br> <br> Eventually I fell asleep (thank god) and woke up at about 7:00 PM. I went down to Burger King (where most of my friends at the time hung out) and nobody was there except my friend 'P'. I felt out of place, once again, and disconnected. I didn't want to be faced with all of these thoughts that were running through my head.. things like: Do they like me? Why am I here? How did I get here? What's wrong with me?.. basic questions that everybody asks, but I was thinking more on a general level rather than a universal level. <br> <br> Two of my friends came into my car and we went to some party that was held in some kids backyard. However, his backyard was the size of a large industrial waste dump. And that's exactly what it looked like, except cleaned up and very homey. <br> <br> I had just recently started hanging out with these people, and I still felt very uncomfortable sharing my thoughts with them..especially now that I was thinking crazy thoughts. <br> <br> I drank some Cisco and I felt a little better, like I was more into what was going on around me..all of the talk and happiness about just hanging out sunk into me and I felt at home. <br> <br> This kid that I started hanging out with, 'DM', arrived at the small get together. He had tripped with us the previous night also. I felt like he was the one I really needed to talk to about it all. I pulled him aside and asked him to meet me at Burger King after this small party was over. We met up there, and exchanged a few hello's.. we got into my car and started driving. I shared every single thought with him and he understood perfectly. <br> <br> 'DM' really helped me clean up my mind and at about 2 AM I went home feeling relieved as hell that the horror was finally over and like I could actually sleep without feeling self-conscious and guilty.<!-- 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: 1693</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,661</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1693&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1693&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), 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="#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 --> After my first trip, I was hesitant to try acid again. My friend J and I were sitting in my car in a parking lot and we were talking..he had some paper acid on him and he gave me a hit..I let it sit on my tongue for a little while and swallowed it. <br> <br> My friend 'K' also took a hit, but he was in a different car. <br> <br> We all went back to J's house and got out of our cars. I immediately felt the drug kick in. The leaves of the trees looked shiny..purple and orange and green all at once.. I felt like I was on a huge slant and like I would topple over at any moment, but I didn't. <br> <br> 'K', J and I eventually went into J's room and relaxed for a bit. We all began bugging out on each other. I stared at J for a while, and his eyes started popping out of his head and he looked bug-eyed like hell. <br> <br> We started listening to music and laughing at each other. I couldn't stop laughing the whole night. It was hilarious. At about 7 AM we were starting to come down, but they both still looked bug-eyed to me..and very skimpy and dirty. I felt dirty too. <br> <br> 'K' was making me laugh still, and we were still playing music and he kept saying the funniest things. <br> <br> Eventually our friend 'DM' came over and I felt like it was time to leave..I went home and took a shower. <br> <br> At this point in time, I was very close to losing my job. I had had a job at this place called the Redwood Grille, where I was a waitress. I hadn't shown up to work for a few days and I was in debt with my parents. They had to pay my car insurance the past month for me because I was jobless, so I was feeling very down on myself for not being able to find a job. <br> <br> After I took a shower, I watched 'What Dreams May Come', starring Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding, Jr. I don't know if any of you have seen the movie, but it's about dying and heaven and where we all end up .. it's very beautiful. After watching it, I felt like I wanted to die because everyday problems seemed so obsolete and unimportant in this movie..and that is exactly what I wanted to escape. <br> <br> I called my work to find out that I was fired. I was unbelievably depressed and very down on myself. <br> <br> I didn't want to burden my parents anymore with my problems and I didn't want them to have to pay MY bills..so therefore, I felt obligated to kill myself. <br> <br> Eventually I crawled out of my hole and came out of the house and went down to Burger King, where all of my friends used to chill at. <br> <br> I felt untalkative and out of place, once again. I had planned my death perfectly. I was going to drive up a mountain that was in the next town over and drive off of a cliff. It seemed perfect to me. I even explained it to one of my friends, who got very angry at me and wouldn't even talk to me. I didn't mind too much. After talking it over with another one of my friends, I decided it best not to do it..that things would get better. However, I was very upset. <br> <br> I went home and sorted things out in my head.. I decided not to kill myself like I had planned, though it seemed very tempting. <br> <br> Needless to say, this was my last experience with LSD.<!-- 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: 1695</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,378</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1695&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1695&format=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), 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+ 0:45</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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was a friday night and after my friend and I had gotten back home, we decided to trip. Well, actually we had decided to two days ago, but that was just the point-of-no-return per se. Anyway, I had 3 hits in my posession. 1 white blotter with a star on it, and two sweet tarts that had had liquid lsd dripped onto them. Around 12 I took the white blotter and my friend took one sweet tart. We waited, and waited, and waited for what seemed like forever. <br> <br> My friend mentioned that he was hungry and so we decided to get some midnight snacks. We went into my kitchen and made some popcorn and sandwiches. For some odd reason i started staring at the popcorn and when i realized that i had been staring at the popcorn for some time, i realized that my friend was not in the kitchen anymore. So, out of fear that my parents or younger sibling would discover him tripping balls, I started whispering out his name, and after what seemed like an eternity of searching i found him standing in front of a mirror in my entry-hall and all he said was look at the mirror. Now this is probably my only regret of the night, however, I have grown from this mistake and I am sure that it is only specific to me, but I decided to look in the mirror. It was AMAZING, my face suddenly became nothing and then was immediately an 'aliens' head (those grey ones that are commonly depicted on TV). This scared the crap out of me. So my friend and I decided it would be best to go back into my room. <br> <br> I felt extrememly uneasy and anxious almost paranoid. I decided to get on IRC and talk to some 'experts' I knew. As indicated by a so-called 'expert' i started watching Tom and Jerry. My friend started laughing his balls off, while I could only think of how bad it must be to be the little mouse helpless to such a predator as a large cat. However, again this i believe is only specific to me and furthermore sprouted from an incident that occurred only a month before. Anyway i felt that what i needed to do was just lay down and relax and listen to some music. So I got in my bed and realized that it would all be over soon and that i should just enjoy it while i could. So I just relaxed and listened to some Bob Marley and closed my eyes and looked at all the patterns and amazing visuals that I was seeing. There were so many that I cannot remember them all, however, there are two that stuck out in my mind. One occurred after my friend had insisted on turning out the lights and turning off the TV. I was staring at my wall and noticed how it looked almost like liquid, so I decided to touch it and when I did, it rippled and some of the 'liquid' came off on my hand and quickly started engulfing my entire hand, I loved this, it was right out of the matrix. Another wonderful visual that I experienced was when I suddenly felt this urge to stare at my fingers. My index and middle finger suddenly turned into cartoon baby blue-jay's. <br> <br> Contradictions and Additional Notes: I forgot to mention that around 12:45 after feeling no significant effect, i took the third sweet-tart. And also, my 'friend' who I was with insisted on turning out the lights and TV, which pissed me off, but because of the fear of inducing a 'bad trip' i didn't argue.<!-- 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: 3394</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,029</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3394&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3394&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" 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 --> I still can't decide if I am bothered by the permanent marks LSD use has left in my life. Any drug will change you, but acid is one whose scars are most noticeable. I have only tripped acid a total of six times, and yet I suffer from flashbacks almost all the time. The most common problem is trails. Every time I walk through a doorway or pass a piece of furniture or similarly shaped object, especially from a light area into dark, I see very noticeable purplish metallic trails. This happens every day, several times a day. I can look at things sober and know what it would look like tripping, where the shadows and highlights would be. One time I saw a girl with a tie-dye gray shirt on, and I got sucked into it. My heart rate went up, my head got tingly, and for the life of me I couldn't tell if her shirt was wet in certain areas or what. This lasted for much longer than it should have. I have had moments where I get that tripper mentality, that half-afraid, half-fascinated feeling where you think people are doing things on purpose, just to trip you out, because they know you're fucked up. One time I could have sworn I saw, and HEARD someone in my bathroom brushing their hair. I thought it was absurd, because there was no light on in there. But I could make out shapes in the darkness, I could see an arm moving up and down, I could hear the clicking of the brush on the counter.....my heart was pounding. Finally I got up and looked, and there was no one in there. Who knows what weird flashbacks lay ahead. <br> I would hate to say never trip acid, because it is very unique, and under the right circumstances, very fun. Who knows why it has affected me this way. It doesn't really bother me, but I could do without it. My suggestion would be, trip balls once or twice, and be done with it. It's cool to look at the world in a different light after trying a new drug, but in this light.....well, let's just say there are better ones.<!-- 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: 3455</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 24, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,098</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3455&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3455&format=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), 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">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">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was the first time I have ever taken LSD and it was the worst, and I will NEVER do it again, people say that it is the best feeling, and you can see objects that you could never see unless you are on the drug but what I saw and what happened to me wasn't a pleasurable experience... <br> <br> Friday night at a party me and 2 of my friends decided we were all 3 going to trip for the first time. So we were all partying smoking pot, having a good time. Then we we talked to this dude, and he said that he could hook us up with a few hits of LSD. We said 'how many should we take?' and the dude said 'Well if it is your first time, I wouldn't take more than 5' so we all took five a piece except for one of my friends only took 3. <br> <br> So we were all still having a good time after we had taken our 5 hits, we went on partying still having a good time, and we weren't really feeling all of the side affects that everyone said we would. So then we went to go smoke up to try and get a better high. We smoke about 4-5 bowls, then went back to the party. <br> <br> EVERYTHING was different. It was like I was in a different house, we had been gone away from the house about 2 hours and now it felt like I knew NOBODY!! I was afraid until my friend who only took 3 hits calmed me down, after about 5 minutes that seemed like 1 hour I was calm then we all went into the 'Trip-room'. I will never forget this for the rest of my life. The room was designed for people who were tripping, and the more acid you took the more of a trip you would feel. I was sweating and I had cold chills and I was just so scared but I couldn't move my eyes from all of the lights and movements. My friend had put on a costume dressed as Chucky (from Child's Play). I hated that movie, I was so scared of it when I was a kid! It was him dressed up as Chucky but he was talkin in his real voice, so I thought he had turned into Chucky. <br> <br> It seemed so real and I tried getting a knife and stabbing him but nothing seemed to work I couldnt kill the mother fucker!! even though it was my friend behind the costume he had a bullet proof vest on and a thick protection cover underneath his costume so everytime I would stab him he would just come back at me saying 'I am the the devil and I am taking your soul' It scared the shit out of me and I couldn't stand it anymore so I left the room running down the street trying to hide because I didnt want him to take my soul I scared 'shit-less!!' <br> <br> I didn't know where to go I just knew that I had to get out of there. I finally stopped running and I looked behind me and everyone was gone I had left the party and walked about 2 miles down the road and I was at a gas station so I went in the gas station and tried to use the phone, but I couldn't remember the number to my friends cell phone, so I called up a different friend to get my out of that damn place. He said he would call the party and tell someone to come get me....well he called the party and told the guy that was wearing the Chucky costume to come pick me up. That was the end I was so freaked out. <br> <br> I was at the peak of my Trip and I couldn't stand it anymore. I went into convulsions, and I started shaking and having a seizure! They all rushed me to the hospital and, the doctor gave me some kind of shot, and just told me to wait it out. It may not seem like that was scary but think about something that scared you when you were a kid and then have some dress up in that same costume. If it doesn't scare the shit out of you, then you didnt take Acid! <br> <br> I will never do LSD again and I am not saying that everyone shouldn't do it, just make sure you know how much to take the first time you do it, and be around people you are good friends with!<!-- 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: 3458</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 25, 2000</td><td>Views: 11,892</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3458&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3458&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Large Group (10+) (19), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6), 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">7 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> i have been visiting this site for quite some time now, as it is an extremely valuable source for info that i believe should be required to know before one ventures into the vast world of psychedelics. Lately ive been noticing a lot of reports dealing with 'bad trips' or bad first experiences. i thought i would share my freakout story which is a pretty good one, in hopes that it can help another in understanding a similar situation. <br> <br> well it all started one fateful friday night when a hippy friend of mine brought over this blotter with a picture of timothy leary imprinted on it. i thought hey cool an acid guru ill buy 10 (price was another factor in this decision as they were extremely cheap, 10 for 20) the plan was to eat the cid the following day and head to the aquarium and look at the fish along with various other light hearted tripping activities to take place in the big city of seattle. <br> <br> i think i should make it clear at this point that this was the third time i had ever tripped on acid and that the first two times yielded barely a threshold experience. a close friend of mine suggested that since it was blotter it was probably weak and so i figured id eat as much as he did. 7 hits total of the best acid that has come to this area in a while. needless to say it didnt take me long to realize how horribly i screwed up. we started the day out by 'racing' the acid to the aquarium. (we dosed and then drove down I5 at top speed as the acid very quickly kicked in) we got to our destination and discovered that the aquarium was closed. a panic and terror i still have troubles describing to this day swept over me and everything and everyone looked how id imagine them to look if the world had just ended. we wandered aimlessly to a park where we sat for maybe an hour maybe four i cannot say as at this time i became lost inside my head in a world where time did not exist. it was as though i were experiencing all of time from the begging and it was all leading up to what i much later have realized was the death of my ego. at this time in my life i was very depressed and their were many wierd tensions within the group of friends i was tripping with. both of these factors played a big part in what happened next. <br> <br> we left the park and some how found our way to our car (i managed to cross a busy city street without the aid of a cross walk by merely timing my way through traffic, much like playing frogger) we got into the car and as we drove from the piers to the freeway both my two friends and i had what i later found out were simotanious hallucinations, our car had turned into a spaceship of somesort, upon realizing that this was happening my friend m began to puke up a dayglow orange bile that was the consistancy of gack or runny jello. i was convinced that she was an alien and that i had been somehow at the park shifted into another dimension. we made to my friend j's moms place where i suddenly was struck by the fact that we must have all died and were now in pergatory. at this point i had said very little, infact nothing for several hours, but everyone else was in seemingly good spirits which confused me a great deal as we were all dead, and that scared me deeper than anything. <br> <br> i began to lose it, i thought that both my female friends were my recently made x girlfriend and tried to make out with both of them. i thought for a time i was a god of this pergatory and then that my friend r was god and he was going to kill me for trying to kiss his girlfriend. i then made my way to j's moms shower which had one of those heat lamps in it. this combined with the neo hippy hicus about cleanliness and spirituality lead me to believe that the shower was the way to heaven. of course i did not ascend and so i ran about the house naked and began to seriously freak, my friends took turns (and no offense to them but poorly so) trying to calm me down. my friend k decided it might be a good idea as he put in his not really that intelligent psychoanalytical terms, to 'help me die' of couse this only furthered my freakout and i know realized that all my friends were demons taking my life from me and that the only way to get to heaven was to simply let go of my life on earth. i did and then i lost conciousness. at this point it was as though i was drifting between worlds, i would gain conciousness in one world where my friends j and k were pounding on my chest and opening my eyes for me in an attempt to get me to as they put it 'snap out of it' then i would fade into another where j's mom was soothing me and telling me that i had just eaten some bad acid and that i would be ok. of course this all was happening linearly in time but at this point i had no real concept of linear time which was very cool but very strange as well. needless to say j's mom knew what was up (shes an old hippy) and she calmed me down. but it took four days for me to get my mind straight and to stop believeing my delusions. <br> <br> the point of this story as i see it to emphasize set and setting as well caution and knowing what a drug is all about before you jump in to it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 3462</td></tr> <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 25, 2000</td><td>Views: 5,287</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3462&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3462&format=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), Bad Trips (6)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">55 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This is the story of the first time I had acid. It scared me incredibly, as I had no knowledge at all of the strength of LSD. <br> <br> The first tab of Acid I had was called a '3D Parallelogram' which were going around Sydney in 1995. These were reportedly (in hindsight) extremely strong tabs. I was in Year 9 at high school at the time. I bought it off a friend who had never used acid before who told me that acid was similar to marijuana in it strength level. Therefore, about 10am I preceded to drop 1 whole acid trip. This would commence what was one of the scariest drug experiences of my life. <br> <br> At approximately 10:30am I started tripping in history class. The teachers face started morphing, and I just prayed that he didn't ask me any questions. At morning break, around 11am, I went up to my friend who sold me the trip and explained to him how fucked up I was. He told me that he had licked the plastic bag out which the trip came in, and he was even tripping off that! <br> <br> So, after morning break I decided to go for a walk out in the city to try and stem the increbile psychedelic visions going through my mind. Luckily, one of my closest buddies had also dropped acid that day for the first time so we stuck together. Venturing into a cafe to have a coffee, and hopefully to try and get my head together, I suddenly had the feeling that everything was in 'fast-forward' mode. It was like a 20 minute period would pass in a matter of seconds. Sounds, and images, were sped up to a blurry pace. It was only when I dropped a little sugar on the table in front of me in the cafe, and I noticed the little pieces of sugar talking to me, and then running away from me, that I realised how messed up I was. <br> <br> Upon returning to school I went straight to the sick-bay with my mate and we stayed there until school finished a 3 pm. In this period I had some incredible journeys into my mind. Tunnels of psychedelic patterns engrossed me. I also had hallucinations of snakes tunneling around the room underneath the carpet. <br> <br> Once the bell at 3 pm went off we were free to leave. Being paranoid, I approached the secretary and asked her if I was in fact, free to leave. She told me that I was so I took a moment in front of her desk to put my school jumper on. Before I put the jumper on I noticed the clock read 3:01pm. I struggled for a little while to put the jumper on and one I had completed this task I looked again at the clock and it now read 3:15pm. I looked at the secretary and she gave me a really funny look!! <br> <br> I made it home in one piece, but along the way experienced a few stange encounters with strangers with whom I got paranoid with. <br> <br> All together it was a good warning about the power of acid, and the conclusion was that it should be taken rarely, and only with a great deal of care. I have taken a great deal of MDMA since, and I have never experienced anything so 'bone-shaking' as this LSD experience.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 3477</td></tr> <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 27, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,523</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3477&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3477&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), 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">30 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> When i turned nineteen (summer of 98) i was a heavy acid user. i had just found out that i had impregnated my ex-girlfriend and was somewhat of an alcoholic loser. However, we were getting really good lsd mailed from out west, and i was eating a fair bit of it. over the course of the year i ate it about every weekend, usually 3-8 hits. i would constantly feel someone hovering over my shoulder and whispering something in my ear. i couldn't tell who it was but knew it was a girl. this happened approximately 5-7 times over the course of the year. <br> <br> the following summer me and my friend got drunk and decided to injest 30-40 drops each. it was scary but interesting. the same thing happened but this time i realized that it was my ex-girlfriend because i could see, feel, hear and smell her. i had gone to visit our child that day for only the second time in 3-4 months. within two weeks i cut my hair, got a job, and started working on getting my girlfriend back. <br> <br> two long months later we were back together, but the coolest part was about three months after that. When we had just finished making love on a <br> january night she whispered the same thing i had heard those many lsd-induced times before. we have been together ever since.<!-- 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: 3505</td></tr> <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 28, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,145</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3505&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3505&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Mystical Experiences (9), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:25</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">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Right now as I trying to remember what day I did my last tripping with the combination of LSD/cannabis/ecstasy. In the cold fall of Friday, two days before Halloween, my friend (E) and I decide to go to the frat Halloween party called 'Ghost' later that night. We also decided to get some cannabis and bought 1/8 of northern light at expensive prices from another good friend of mine (M). (Northern Light or KB is the best!) However, my other friend (D) had a couple pills of E, he wanted to sell. I was just curious about the situation of Ecstasy because you never know you'll able to trust your friend. I bought only one pill for myself to see if I could handle my control of the triple drug combination. The pills were in the shape of a tablet with a 'Z' sign on it. It looked to me that my friend (D) told me it was pure MDMA with 30mg shit. So I decided to hold on the Z pill for the party. <br> <br> Before the party, my friend(E) and I was at the dorm waiting for the clock to tick-tock until the party start. Suddenly, my friend(E) show me his acid blotters. I told my friend(E) that we better get fuck up before the party start. So we hit two LSD blotter. Fifteen more minutes later, I felt nothing but a plain regular person, so we hit one more LSD again. Thirty minutes later, my friend(E) told me that he was getting buzz for now. i felt the same way he has. We both were sitting on the couch with our head drooping down. I told my friend(E) to take another shot and we hit one LSD blotter. At that time, I felt my head was pounding inside of my head, trying to pound out of my head. My sensation was not right as normal. My heart was pounding louder and louder. I was totally freaking out. My friend(E) told me that he was seeing things like shit. He pointed out and told me that he saw something in the '3-D' pattern on the cushion. My eye pupil was fucking wide open and I was getting paranioa. My friend(E) felt the same thing that I have. He told me that everyone is rising above like hell and you will never able to focus. We were freaking out until my friend(D) took us a ride to the 'Ghost' Halloween party. <br> <br> The party was only 1 hour away and went joyriding to the party. My friend(E) was looking at the window, telling himself that he was 'seeing things'. I was freaking out like hell and hands was shivering like hell. My body begin to get sensation like hell. The tingling flowing on my skin was everywhere. Everything went so FUCK UP, that I took out my E and swallow the hit of E. After hitting the E, I closed my eyes and relaxed myself on the backseat of the car, trying to fight off the tingling flowing in my skin. My friend(E) was pretty fuck up really bad and still he was watching the window. Suddenly, the car stop in a huge halt, and I woke up, realizing that my other friend(D) stop his car at the red light. My heart was pounding like 6 times more than my regular heartbeat. All of the sudden, something got my attention. It was the light from the street lamp about 10 feet away. Something really attract me was the light. When I look up the street light, I was only seeing the light itself, but the surrounding around light was glaring HUGE. The glare light was regular, but when I was seeing thing, it grow the glare light triple size. Very huge that my eyes was straight around the glaring light. My mind was wiring-out and I was thinking that glaring light is like a real star!! I was freaking out and we continued to hit the road. <br> <br> We arrived at the party and I was about to get out of my friend's car. My body is tingling and weakness like hell. I couldn't balance and control my physcial body. My friend(E) told me that during the ride to the party, he was freaking out that way he see the car go by so fast. So fast, the image of the car that pass us created a triple image thing. For instance, when the pass by, it made the car blurry and you see three car pass by at the same time. I was thinking myself what causes us seeing things different. (I realized that I found out to be hallucination) We went inside the frat party, realizing about 3/4 of the people at the party was wearing Halloween dress.(+3000) My head was throbbing crazy as I walk inside the party. The music was loud and the ground was vibrating like an earthquake. I was battling the control and hadle my mind to control my physical body. So we party all night at the Halloween party and it was bored though like hell. My friend(E) is already tripping out because of the loud music and vibrating. He later became so damn nausea that he went to the restroom, vomiting like hell. As for me, I was feeling different. I was tripping very bad. My mouth was swelling and numb. My throat was dry and I can feel 'the sands in my throat'. I wasn't freaking out for now, and realized I'm turning to phase of mental state. I felt my mind was playing game with me. <br> <br> As I reach to the mental state phase, I was sitting on the couch, closing my eyes to fight the game. Until I heard someone called my name. I woke up and paused, a killer with Scream mask with a knife in his hand, sitting next to me. I was shocked to see the killer until he told me the question 'WHAT AM I?' I looked up in his eyes outside of the mask. I was freaking. My heart was pounding like hell against my chest. When I looked through that mask , I feel that he was A REAL KILLER. I was looking through the mask, seeing things. His eyes was like angry and fear and my eyes was totally focused on this person's eyes. I was seing the real thing in the other world. Later, the mask turn out to be my other friend(D) who was laughing at me. I was totally freaking out and trying to focus my mind. I decide to hit five hits with the northern light with my glass bong outside. After getting hit, I went back inside the party and social with my friend. My eyes was completely wide-open and my body still throbbing alittle like a scarecrow. I was seeing too much, my throat and lip was dry, and eyes is still throbbing like hell. When I join up to social with other friend, I was thinkng of myself trying to say something to social with the people. Actually, I haven't spoke a single word. I was a sitting duck. The voice of the people's talk increased so loud and everything was 'flashing' 'slow motion'. I was seeing things that are different but they're not there. The people's face was different when I look them in the faces. I paused myself, continuing to battle your way out to find out. The face of the people was STRECHING, creating human-reptile form. I was scared like shit!!!!My eyes wouldn't blink because my eyes was focusing on the people's focus. I was losing the control of my mind because I let it go easily. I was losing the 'reality'. <br> <br> I was little worning out, and so my friend(E). We sat on the couch, and I was 'crashing'. The most lovely experience was battling the game against my mind. It pretty interesting because I feel that I want to win the damn battle and force myself to overcome my mind. I called it 'MindGame', where you stuggling to battle to win the game. My friend(E) and me starting to talk, smoking few weeds. We was talking longer and longer than we can imagine. We were talking about the past and back in school. And still, it like 3;30 am in the morning and still we continued to chat. Oh man, my head was pounding against my brain. My throat is so damn dry, that it begging for water. I was very weak to make the move. When we were chatting together, everything change. I wasn't listening to my friend(E)! Everything is so FUCK UP because I was very confusing what was going on. I was thinking too much. I was thinking myself in the other reality which didn't belong here. My head is mind controlling my move to make me see thing,do thing, and hear things. It was so freaking out and I feel pretty damn lighten up. I was scary, shivering, and nervous. Everything started to blank out. I was troubling breathing back and forth. I felt that someone was playing with my head, no wonder how or whatever it controlled my head. Everything went fuck up that I couldn't take anymore. I was trying to control myself to fight back the 'game' in order to defense myself. <br> <br> The drugs is little worn out but we went back to the dorm. My head and my eyes was throbbing. The music in the car double it sound,louder than I can imagine. During the joyriding, I felt real-life setting. I was thinking about the negative thoughts. I was scary like hell. Because if you in the phase of 'crashdown', you are FUCK UP. A small problem can make me worry too much and nevous. Sometimes I was thinking about the past, I was scary and hurt. If you have a best friend at the party, and your friend was drunk and wanted to leave, how would you feel? To me, I will think about the future what going to happen to my friend. Sometimes I get worried about my friend or back home. Sometime you feel a small conflict is no big deal, but YOU FEEL THAT IT REALLY A BIG DEAL!!! Sometimes i was confusing and thinking too much, I get that shitface all the time. It the mindgame that really fuck up my real mind. I couldn't feel the car couch because I felt NOTHING AT ALL. For instances, one way was I was thinking too much to focus. But while I'm at that point, something sneak up behind and controll your mind. The reality which make the deadly game to turn the head around. Everything you see is fuck up, and tommorrow will never be the same. And I feel that I want to get the hell outta of here that all. <br> <br> We got back to the dorm and I went to bed like that quick. the next day, I woke up realizing everything was okay. Still my whole body is weak and my throat is still dry. I will never forget the mindgame. You have to make the move to control the game by winning or beating the mind. I will never forget about what we have done here. Everything is jus the deadly game of reality.<!-- 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: 3545</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 30, 2000</td><td>Views: 12,441</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3545&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3545&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Various (28), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 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"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">127 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I must say that i have done just about everything until I did this. <br> <br> When attending a party I had the chance to candy-flip...never did it before so WHY NOT? so 3-rolls and 8-drops later I was wondering why i passed it up so many times before until the 'K' came into the room. Me I like 'k', but in combo...not a good idea. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was outside of my chest. The made me feel like I was ready to die I mean really die. After that it was much a blur...but my b/f says I jumped up ran out the door took off and into the woods I went. <br> <br> When they found me (hearsay) I was talking to someone but no-one was there but me. They picked me up and carried me because I said I had no arms, legs or feet. I got back to the house I started to do the flop(this is when you have had just a bit too much k) hit my head off the keg stack, ran head first into the wall and then just sat stright down. <br> <br> when I started coming to I was woundering why I was in so much pain telling me I begain to luagh. If would have not done the 'k' I think Iwould have been fine but 'k' is coke U just don't pass it up when its free. As they say the best drug is a free drug. But anyway the candy-flip was going great I would have to say the trip I have ever had. I have candy-flipped since then, but i leave the 'K' for its 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: 2632</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 2, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,997</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2632&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2632&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Large Group (10+) (19)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.75 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+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My friend and I waited till our trip was peaking. We dosed at about 9:00, and at about 2:00, we smoked salvia. Before we smoked, we set up instruments and recording devices, with some difficulty. Once we smoked...what can I say, I've never been so many people at once. I literally felt like at least 3 people. I felt like a walking swizzle stick, as if my bones had become pipe cleaners. My friend attested to the world looking like a Playstation game, that the only thing visible to him were the LEDs of the musical equipment and me, floating above the couch. That's odd, as my hallucinations are never so free, usually they're much more grounded in actual events. <br> <br> Anyways, back to the boys galore inside me. One person was playing guitar, another was the me that I am commenting about it now, and a third was watching both of them. My arms looked so alien, and I couldn't relate to them being my own at all. My sense of time felt very strange, I could anticipate the sound of the notes coming out of my guitar before I played them. Later, listening to the tape not-high, I can still attest to that. <br> <br> Acid tends to make me scatter brained, and salvia has a similar effect, except the dispersion comes from a select few thoughts. Somehow, the two almost cancelled each other out and I truly did reach a sort of selfless, timeless state. It was exhausting, after about a hour and a half of jamming like that, all we could do was lie back and listen to Olivia Tremor Control's 'Black Foliage' album, which seemed to animate the living room, now in the early hours of the morning. <br> <br> Not bad if you want to completely twiddle the knobs of your senses and basically play with the vertical hold of reality.<!-- 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: 880</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 6, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,774</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=880&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=880&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Salvia divinorum (44) : Small Group (2-9) (17), 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">3 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">110 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <br> I was 17 at the time and I remember getting back from school and calling up one of my boys and asking what was up for the night. It was a friday. He told me that he could hook up some acid, so I said let's try it. So me and my twin brother went to his canton 20 minutes later and he already hooked up 10 tabs for 25 bones, so we gave him our share and we all took 3 tabs each. He saved 1 for the next day. <br> <br> I drank a big cup of orange juice to help kick in the effects (I don't know if that really works) and waited. Twenty-five minutes went by and I didn't feel a thing. I thought we got ripped off and my homie says, 'He said this shit was potent.' And I said, 'Man, we took 3 doses and I ain't feeling shit.' Five minutes went by and I realized how wrong I was. This shit had me on a 14 hour trip. In the peak I saw everything in a glittery glow and everything I looked at began to melt. My bro and T said they felt it too. They said they saw tracers and my brother said that he felt like he was melting. It was insane. <br> <br> Anyway, I was listening to my walkman and I go outside of my homie's pad. It was already getting dark, but then I started to notice that everything began to move with the rhythm of the music (I was listening to some Jimi Hendrix). It was so intense how the timing was just exact, it would slow down then pick up pace. The sounds I heard in the music resembled life, it was like reality was represented by the music and I could feel myself floating. I let my eyes go out of focus and then I saw hundreds of little pictures of me right in front of my eyes, like I was staring at myself from behind while I was looking into a mirror. I looked to the sky and I saw the stars forming geometric shapes. I have never had an LSD trip like this before, this was something else. <br> <br> I saw a cat calling for me and I looked into its eyes and realized that I began to communicate with it. I really understood what it wanted. I think it was a stray cat and it seemed to be lonely. I could see what it was thinking, and it undersood how I felt. Let me tell you, I'm not a cat person, but I started to pet it and it felt grateful for my company. All of a sudden it sounded like it was whispering words to me. Though I couldn't understand what it was saying, I felt it was speaking truths. My bro and T were just sittin' there on the couch just tripping, laughing at everything, man. But I saw this and it seemed as though I knew why it was like this and I couldn't explain it. I could still hear the cat then I said, 'Farewell, little guy and good luck.' I went back into the room and tried to tell these guys what was happening, but they were laughing too much, so I couldn't blame them. <br> <br> I sat on the couch and listened to my walkman. I felt like I was in the music. I couldn't see myself anymore, I could just hear the music all around me. Then I closed my eyes and opened them to what seemed to be a universe and all this time I could hear music playing in the backround. I lost track of time and it seemed like an eternity, but when I closed my eyes and opened them again, I was in my neighborhood walking and it was daytime. This all on the kraziest 14 hour acid trip of my life. I tell you, this really was something else. Almost like a dream in reality.<!-- 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: 985</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 14, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,745</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=985&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=985&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td><a href="/experiences/exp.cgi?A=ShowAuthor&ID=9"><img src="/experiences/images/authors/author_logo_default_grn.gif" alt="author logo" align="right" border="0"></a> </td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Wow, first acid trip in 8 months. This dude I know from on the <br> Internet sent me two hits of Red Sun acid, and I took them both. It hit me <br> fast, in about a half hour, and it hit me hard. I played guitar and talked <br> on the Internet for about 2 hours. <br> <br> It was an interesting trip. It hit me a little around midnight of <br> the 20th. I took a hit of pot right at midnight to celebrate the first <br> minute of the first day of spring, and that kicked in the acid. Around <br> 1:45 things were real intense so I decided to get off the computer and go <br> lay down in bed. The near-full moon was very bright and shining in my <br> window, with clouds swirling unnaturally fast around it. The bars of my <br> window frame were flickering around, and the still bare tree branches <br> outside were dancing wit their own life. It was very visual, and too <br> intense to look at for long, so I pulled down the shade and closed my <br> eyes, and went to that inner, chaotic, cut and paste universe of vivid <br> imagery that I hadn't been to in years. Cartoony voices seemed to be <br> saying nonsense words from every direction as I floated there in <br> hyperspace, saying things like 'Zlerty-zot meep awwww znew' or 'Sbpack <br> Sbpack.' After a while, the chaos organized somewhat, becoming a jumbled <br> collection of imagery and themes that seemed to come from Jewish culture. <br> Flash to images of a baby in a crip, this feels something like a memory. <br> This gives way to images of people I know now, only I see them as they <br> would have been as small children. Eventually things spiral down to more <br> coherent imagery, and I lay in bed thinking about life until around 4:30 <br> when I managed to fall asleep. <br> <br> I haven't tripped like that in years.<!-- 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: 2355</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 8,441</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2355&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2355&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" 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 --> I have used LSD 27 times so far this year, I only started this year. <br> Here were I live LSD is very expensive and sometimes you don't even get your trips, the dealers steal all our cash, So sometimes I would get a half but not less! Well It seems that every time I trip out something stays with me I don't have hectic flashbacks but strange visions eg: I have a permanet trail shadow following my hands when I move them around and at night all the shadows in my room moves like ghosts! <br> <br> Its not really freaky but I think thats what LSD is suppose to do 'FREAK YOU OUT' anyways when I drink coffee the effect is worse and the longer I go without tripping the worse it gets. So when I take a Trip the effects are gone for about a week , but the hands still makes trails! This all started happening after about 6 trips! They were manily SUN FLOWERS, HOFFMAN'S & MARILYN MONROE's!<!-- 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: 3772</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 20, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,677</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3772&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3772&format=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), Post Trip Problems (8), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </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">128 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I am an old head. I have not taken large volumes of LSD, as it's potency seems to revolve around your potency. It is the only drug that is impossible to abuse. Respected, it can be dreadfully strong. It operates on your system primarily as a sensory amplifier, when potent, to the point of distortion. <br> <br> As a professional musician, I can say that it's Inspirational,but to be respected. When used as a tool to gain advantage over booze and other situations, it is at best extra legs. Over-use leads to depression. The power to trip is in you: LSD is only the catalyst. While you are young, you can dig it the most, it uses up the vitamins and enzymes in your system, which are replaced by time and nutrition. Have respect. Do you see God?.....Of course!!!!!! By opening your eyes wide and gaining empathy with His creation! Do you become God???// No way. <br> <br> You must repent. It is not wrong to experience LSD, it is a privledge, and a joy. How can you get tied up in an experience that is only temporary.? By taking what you've learned to the test. That's Life. Love, Stephen<!-- 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: 3665</td></tr> <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, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,945</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=3665&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=3665&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I started doing lsd at the age of 13. I am now 15. I know in your article it said you were also 15. I know what your talking about I havent done lsd in over half a year. I too wake up morning after morning with tracers..confusion..slight visuals..And not to mention slight problems with everyday activity. my freinds see me different. <br> <br> i see me different. And thats the worst part. My freinds make me feel stupid alot. They constantly poke fun at my stupidity. And take advantage of my gulability. I sometimes stare off into nothing. But it has its good points. I see things in a different way. I watch my self not to poke fun at others. I feel im a better person. And i realise my flaws more. When i see people now. That i have made fun of before. I think about how mean i was to them. I have apologised for alot of things ive done wrong. But i think lsd has caused me to learn a think or two..and maybe even a few morals. <br> <br> I wrote this to tell you not to worry. Youll be ok. Its all a mindframe. Or something like that. Im not to good on termanology. But i also have freinds that have the same problem. Some worse then mine. But im not that bad off. Its only a slight difference. But i have a different mind set. To anyone reading this. I wouldnt recomend doing lsd if you havent already.<!-- 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: 4216</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 13, 2000</td><td>Views: 9,262</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4216&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4216&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Health Problems (27), 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> 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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:30</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>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was ritual really... every weekend, Kaylie and I 'take a trip' and temporarily leave reality. Its our thing. Usually 2 or 3 hits... no more. Maybe its frowned upon and what not... but we do it religiously. <br> <br> Last weekend, there was some hard-core RAINBOW acid goin around. My friend Barrett had a bought a vial. The guy he got it from had said, 'you really don't want to take more than 3 at a time or your ass will fry.' <br> <br> Regardless, B. dropped 5 on my tongue, as well as Kaylie's 4. (2 pm) At the time we were all at John's house. He had eaten 6 directly before we did. Kaylie and I decided to go the mall and grub at Chik Filet before it kicked in and then we intended on going back to John's. I wasn't really feeling anything like anxiety prior to eating it. I was actually pretty casual about it and tried not to think about it so it would hit me hard when it 'snuck up on me.' <br> <br> I was hungry as hell. It was 2:30 when we sat down to eat. In a couple of minutes I felt alot of tightness in my jaw and my fries looked kind of... glossy? A damn 35 minutes- it hit me hard... I wanted to hit it back. We threw away our food, unable to eat. I was so f***ing giddy and I was laughing uncontrollably. Leaving the mall, Kaylie and I ran into my friend Amanda. I gave her a hug and whispered, 'I'm tripping my balls off.' She goes, 'yeh, I can tell. calm down.' <br> <br> I don't remember the drive back to John's house. [Erowid Note: it is extremely irresponsible to plan to drive while high.] When we got back, there were about 9 people and everyone was on the same shit. I felt much more comfortable then. I laid on the floor in front of a fiber optics lamp. Kaylie suggested we find some Ecstacy and 'candy flip.' <br> <br> B. said if I rode with him he could hook us up with some killer X. I really didn't want to. My mind was racing, I was skipping words in my sentences, and I was not too swift on my feet because I was visualizing piles of sunglasses all over the floor and I did not want to step on them. For some reason I didn't think I could function unless some one else was with me, telling me what to do- so I didn't want to leave Kaylie. All of that in addition to the fact that B is a terrible driver and sweat was rolling down his face after dropping 7 hits in his eye. <br> <br> Being a damn fool I consented. He drove like a f***ing lunatic. B. had to make a few stops to sell and pick up a girl. The X fell through. It pissed me off because I didn't want it to wear off and by then we were claiming it the 'best acid we've ever had.' I sat waiting in the back of his jeep and convinced myself to take more. (6:30 pm) He sold me 3 more hits (I took them promptly) and I got 2 more for Kaylie. We all went back to John's and smoked out in his garage. I was light headed, dizy, and I felt like I was watching myself. <br> <br> The most random and distorted thoughts ran through my head about myself, life, and everyone else there. I kept slipping in and out of reality and sort of having dreams with my eyes open and I was unaware of movement and sound around me. Barrett stumbled into the garage...'Theres a f***ing house on fire!!' No one paid real attention to what he had said. A couple people ran out to look. <br> <br> ::I'm drawing a blank right here.:: I remember riding in the back seat of Matt's car with Evan and Kaylie. I saw it. I saw the house. Masses of cop cars, firemen, and people taking pictures grew around it. It depressed me. I stood alone watching it. It was sad, but we couldn't turn away from it. I was confused... I wasn't sure it was acctually there. My thoughts were interupted by a gas explosion. Some one grabbed my arm and escorted me back to the car. <br> <br> From then on I could barely clear my head. Schizophrenia took over me. I spoke when spoken to -- which was not often. Most everyone kept to themselves. It was about 11. Kaylie and I pulled ourselves away from the party. The drive home was silent. The road turned into a steep cartoon road with a smiley face sun. It was a short ride home. When we got there my uncle was there. I didn't ask why. Kaylie and I went upstairs and my whole body was shaking and going into mild convulsions. Within a few minutes my uncle came upstairs. I didn't move. (I thought maybe he wouldn't see me.) I couldn't look him in the eye. He began talking about something... I don't know. I saw him speak... but my thoughts drowned out his voice. He left. The rest of the night was a blur. <br> <br> The next morning I was confused and scared. I wasn't sure if the fire had acctually happened. Kaylie told me that I scared the hell out of her and I was rambling about waffles and cops. <br> <br> I don't know exactly what triggered my 'bad trip'. Take it for what its worth. I will probably not trip again, and if so it will be a long time. And everyday I'm reminded of it when I drive by the burnt-down house.<!-- 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: 4253</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 16, 2000</td><td>Views: 7,187</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4253&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4253&format=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), Bad Trips (6)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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 --> This wasn't my first time tripping. I had a few times before, mostly driving around with friends out in the boon-docks of my city so as to avoid cops and have free roam of the road. Gas and go's were commonplace. One night we went touched through 4 or 5 counties. I couldn't even tell you all the places we went. So like I said, i was experienced in tripping, but as i was told later i had never really tripped until this night. <br> <br> It started out good, I dropped with...hmmm I dont know how many other people were tripping that night, which never helps anything. Anyways, about an hour after i dropped i started getting the body buzz. I'm a huge nin fan and I love to listen while im wheeling so i flipped on the fragile and started getting into it. Later, still listening to the cd i was sitting in my friends living room by myself as they were playing cards out in the dining room and i was in NO shape to play and plus id rather be listening to music while tripping than concentrating on a game and wasting a perfectly good buzz. <br> <br> As i was sitting there staring at the wood paneling across from me watching purple sparks fling between the splits in the design i glanced over and on the wall to my left was a fake rock design, and in the dark between the stone looking parts there was a river of color flowing through it. at this point i had decided this was some pretty good shit and continued tripping balls. When i looked back at the wood paneling it looked like there was a doorway of some kind in it and i swear if i had walked over there i couldve gone right through it. <br> <br> Sitting, comfortable as hell listening to my music i couldnt have been any happier at that moment. then i happened to hear my friends talking and thought it was about me and somehow i mixed everything they said into something bad about me. i thought i was like doing something with my body and didnt even realize it. i looked down at myself, nothing that i noticed, so i ignored it and went back to watching the wall. then it happened again. i kept asking myself what i was doing weird, im just sitting here i thought. but they see something else or so i was going to believe. <br> <br> I started getting a little antsy making weird noises and being extremely self conscience. then they really did start talking about me, nothing bad, just wondering what i was flipping out about. which just sent me into a frenzy. i got up and sat down, got up, sat down i dont know how many times and after awhile i just got up and went outside to get some fresh air to maybe clear my head. but boy did that not work. My friend had this bronze casting of like an old pirate ship propped against the house on the porch and when i looked it it seemed to grow like 2 feet taller than it was then shrink back down then back up again. I was liking that (kind of) but the thoughts of them inside were still nagging me and since my perception of time was screwed i was thinking i getting a little over do for coming down and besides, this trip was getting a little out of hand. <br> <br> I went back inside and sat down with the guys and watched them play cards trying to concentrate on the game to keep my head straight but it wasnt working. i could barely hear what they were saying and nothing was making any sense. i tried to explain to them what was going on with me and they said they understood but it wouldnt get through to me and i just kept getting worse, it was like i was in another dimension. <br> <br> I eventually started thinking perma-trip and thats when things hit rock bottom. i could see like nothing but visuals, more than i had ever had before. i was smoking cigarettes like a fiend and it seemed that noone understood me. one of my friends suggested taking a cold shower, i had heard that helps kill your buzz so i went back to the shower got undressed put the water on freezing cold and jumped in, 3 seconds later i was out screaming from the cold, i know when you're tripping you cant feel the cold too much, but thats just how cold it was. when my feet hit the bathroom floor i looked down and it was just fell apart. <br> <br> I panicked. i yelled for help and started to run out before stopping to realize i didnt have any clothes on. someone came back and tried to come in but that wasnt happening before i got dressed. after i calmed down a little i came out in the living room again and started to freak out a little on the music because it was really fucking with my head. so after many attempts at a simple task i was able to turn the cd player off. my head still completely clouded i decided i had had enough, layed down on the couch and was out like a light. <br> <br> I seem to have a keen ability to do that. the next day i swore off tripping forever. that was just too damned scary for me. but months later i got a craving and tripped again and it was the best trip i had ever had in my life. i knew what to expect and whenever i thought something bad i just remembered, 'when i go to sleep and i wake up in the morning everything will be back normal' which always puts a big grin on my face and makes me think of what a great trip it's been. god, i love acid.<!-- 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: 4359</td></tr> <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 22, 2000</td><td>Views: 4,823</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4359&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4359&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Difficult Experiences (5)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had just had my 18th birthday, my friends and i were on a road trip out west, and i had planned to go to a rave, because its good to experience another regions 'scene'. None of the friends i was with like raves, so i was prepared to go alone. Now, i have done acid a couple times before, and i had done e lotsa times, but i had never mixed the two in what is commonly called a candyflip. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for a first time candy flip. <br> <br> I got to the rave around 11:30, and imediately began the search for drugs, i found the ecstasy first and took it immediately. About 12:00 or T+15 min, i started to feel real energetic and like i wanted to talk to new people and dance and have a cigarette and get some water, all at once, but i couldnt do it all at the same time. Then i was talking to some girl who was selling acid, and so i took a hit. It took about an hour to kick in, and by this time my e was in full swing. I soon met a boy, and we began talking and he told me that he didnt do mushrooms or acid anymore because they always made him go crazy. It didnt occur to me, that this might be some kind of elusive foreshadowing... <br> <br> i must admit, that i did have a fairly good time for about 3 hours, when the e was going strong and the acid was still mild, i felt very dreamy...and like i was quite special for being at a rave in a city that i didnt live in, all by myself!!! then i heard my favorite song (at the time), and it was great!!!! <br> <br> All was well until my e started to fade, my ecstasy come down hit the exact same time as my acid peak, about 4:30am. i remember the exact point, it felt like all of a sudden a major chemical change went on in my brain. Like all the serotonin just vaporized, i looked around and started to panic, and kept thinking 'Fuck, how am i going to get home? I spent all my money on drugs, i cant even take the bus, where is home, fuck i dont even know! Im lost! Im lost!' At this point the visuals were also in full swing, and people started to look really....ugly. They all looked like monsters, i felt like everyone was glaring at me, and like i had no friends, like i didnt belong. <br> <br> reminding myself that i was just on drugs was no help, i also made the 'first time tripper's mistake' of thinking i was never going to come down. So there i was, in a foreign city, all alone, with 5000 strangers all bustling around me, with no idea how to get home, or even where home was... <br> <br> So i sat down and began to get philosophical. <br> <br> so i began analyzing raves and decided that raves were ridiculous (which i dont agree with now, only at the time) because everyone is there to just get 'fucked up' and no one really cares about the music and blah blah blah. I then promised myself i would never do acid ever again. (a decision which i have since re-evaluated). I thought the best thing to do, would be to start trying to go home right then, it was about 5:00 am, i figured that if i waited any longer, i would surely miss my bus home the next day (my bus left at 1:00pm). So i walked outside and sat on the steps, and introduced myself to a couple of girls. <br> <br> 'hi, im amanda' <br> 'yeah, we know' <br> (at which point i am really spooked) <br> 'what! How did you know that???' <br> 'we met earlier' <br> 'ahhh..i see' <br> <br> So i asked them for a ride back to my hotel, since they were leaving, but then i got antsy, and didnt really want to leave because what was i gonna do when i got to the hotel at 5:30 in the morning, with all my friends sleeping? There was no way that i could fall asleep, no fuckin way! But it was better than here, and i thought if i didnt leave then, i wouldnt find a ride back, and i would be stranded. <br> <br> So i get to the hotel room, and am sitting there in the dark in a corner trying to be really quiet so i dont wake anyone up, but i am really really cold, because my clothes are wet and sweaty and i dont have any blankets. Then i start to hallucinate, and begin to see ravers in my room, there are like 8 of them, some are on the floor making out and cuddling, others are just standing...i start to panic again, 'how did they get in here? what will my friends think when they wake up to all these crazy fun fur wearing strangers?' <br> <br> At this point i start to get philisophical again. <br> <br> I began to analyze my friends, and whether they were actually good friends, because if they were good friends, i wouldnt be freaking out on acid in the corner of a hotel room, all wet and cold at 5:30 in the morning, while they are sleeping warm and cuddly in queen sized beds... <br> <br> finally after about 2 hours of pure psycho-insanity, i stole a blanket that was falling off one of the beds, and cuddled up on the floor, i woke up about 1 hour later, and everyone was awake, at this point i was calm enough to go eat some free breakfast, and pretend that i had a really good time at the rave, (because the straight edge friends i was with wouldnt be impressed to know i was on lotsa drugs at the rave.) <br> <br> and thats the end of my story <br> <br> conclusion: LSD should not be consumed no matter what its mixed with under the following circumstances: <br> <br> - when you are all alone in a foreign place with massive crowds of people and have a naturally philosophical disposition. <br> <br> -even if you are in these circumstances and you do a candy flip, take the acid first!!!! Then at about the 3rd hour of the acid trip, take the ecstasy!! That is a vital lesson! VITAL!!! <br> <br> i guess thats pretty obvious, but for some reason, i always thought that a bad trip could never happend to me, that i could never lose control...but it happens!!!!! SO WATCH OUT!!!<!-- 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: 4362</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, 2000</td><td>Views: 6,305</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4362&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4362&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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 --> Well, this experience wasn't the first time I'd experimented with psychedelic drugs by any means. In fact, the weekend before this particular Saturday, I had eaten a tab on Friday and a tab on Sunday. I had gotten the acid that weekend from someone I ran into completely through random dumb luck, and on the spur of the moment I bought 10 hits. I have very different standards of self-control than most people and that actually made Tom, my sidekick and friend, very nervous about my mental/physical health. He was opposed to doing the LSD and told me that on Friday. <br> <br> When I woke up on Saturday I was expecting a fairly boring day. Tom had slept on my floor and at 11:30am when I finally woke up and kicked him awake, we set out for coffee. Over coffee and cigarettes we decided that we wouldn't do the acid, we'd save it for later when we'd appreciate it more. He had tripped with me last Friday (not Sunday tho, that was all by myself) and thought it better to wait. Besides, we had plans to go see a few bands in downtown Boston that day at 9pm and we could easily kill 8 hours with grass. <br> <br> When we got back to my house, however, we found we had a situation on our hands. I still live at home at the age of 19 (taking computer programming classes - my brain isn't rotted quite yet) and I'm pretty absent-minded, and this time I had forgotten my keys. Worse yet, no one was home and we were locked out. So of course, we ended up eating a tab of acid and heading out into the huge park across the street from my house. <br> <br> We wandered around the park for a while with nothing exciting to report. We smoked a joint and waited and walked. We left the park and headed for the huge graveyard which is also pretty much right next to my house. At this point, the acid was having subtle effects on me. The grass of the graveyard was greener, the sky was bluer, the sun was brighter. This is something that usually happens to me under psychedelics at first and I was used to it. I was also not too taken aback when we passed three or four signs that said 'WATER' very strangely, or so it seemed. The letters were white, on a green background. The font that was used for the sign seemed to have millions of imperfections that I was only then able to pick up because of the drug. The sign seemed to stand out to me, as if WATER was something I should remember and think about. <br> <br> As if reading my mind, Tom suggested we go buy something to drink from the store. 'Why not?' I thought. At this point the LSD wasn't doing very much and I figured that this was a good time to test myself in public. I asked Tom if he was tripping yet, because it had been over an hour now. He wasn't really. Right about then, Tom suggested we eat another tab. I had to agree with him. We decided tripping was worth doing, so it must be done right. We went back to my house (my parents had gotten home), ate the tab, and headed off to the store. <br> <br> We decided to smoke another bowl to set us off. We headed towards the baseball diamond, past it, and into a part of the park where people tend not to go, through a hole in a fence, and we were on a high cliff overlooking an authentic train yard. We smoked a bowl and walked along the cliff, and nothing was happening. We left the fence and I got my first real hit from the acid. We were standing on a hill next to the fence overlooking the baseball field and suddenly the green grass and the brown dirt of the baseball field all seemed to be bleeding into each other. The baseball diamond had grass seeping onto it and the sand from the baseball diamond was mingling with the outer reaches of the grass. The metal backstop was gleaming and glittering and hard to focus on. <br> <br> I looked at Tom. That was a horrible idea. One of the oddest things about my trip was that during the entire time, whenever I looked at my companion, I would see his face in about 10 different perspectives all flashing and changing very rapidly. I had to strain to figure out what kind of looks he was giving me. It was very odd. I'm used to looking at people and seeing strange things when under the effects of drugs, but this time it was just a bit too real. I couldn't see people for what they were during the trip. Children passing me by or playing in the playground all resembled aliens from some Spielberg movie. Most of the adults I dealt with that day looked normal, but they had an aura of evil around them that only I seemed able to grasp. <br> <br> Had I done too much? How could I really be sure? Four tabs in under two weeks? Was that an excess? Now, it doesn't seem like such a strange thing, but at the time, the thought was running through my head like a marathon runner. It was everywhere in my mind. When I tried to think of something else, it worked its way back into my head, like a virus. <br> <br> The visual hallucinations had started early and I felt robbed of the laughing hysteria phase that usually overtook me. In place of that, I found myself on a rambling kick. I'd start talking and keep talking and then I'd look over at Tom and he'd be staring at me. I explained to him that my inner conversings had come out to play. He seemed to accept this answer and I was glad about that. One less thing to worry about, but Tom was worried. He was rightly worried, because less than 10 minutes later we passed a mother and a kid on a bicycle and suddenly I starting jabbering about being a kid and all my childhood memories from this very same park. After we got out of earshot, Tom made fun of me for a while about scaring the lady and the kid. I hope I didn't scare them too much. <br> <br> About this time, the trip was coming on full power. I felt a rush all around me. The world outside of my line of perception seemed to me to be very much irrelevant, and the only thing that mattered was right there in that park. Beforehand I was worried that I would start obsessing over my personal girl problems. I soon learned that those thoughts melted away, and I couldn't have been happier. <br> <br> Time was also very distorted. Neither of us had a watch nor any way to keep track of what time it was. We had to go back to my house at some point to prepare ourselves to get on the train (we decided not to drive; multiple felons maybe, but responsible people). At what must have been 4:00, we had a huge discussion over what time it was. We were sure that it was nearly 7 and we had to go back soon to get ready for the show. We smoked a bowl and headed back to my house. Well, it turned out that it was 4:30 when we got back (meaning we smoked up at 4:20 - very cool, very cool; we can never make 4:20 unless it's accidental for some reason). After we realized it was early still, we headed back, but the entire rest of the day, time kept doing odd things to us. <br> <br> We decided to go back to the store, because we had smoked all of our cigarettes (we went on chain-smoking mode once the trip started) and we wanted to buy some candy to eat as an experiment. I found, however, that being in the store was more then I was prepared to deal with, so I told Tom I'd be waiting outside, gave him money to buy me cigarettes, then went outside and smoked the only cigarette I had left from before. Once I was alone and outside, the world changed gears. It went from being extremely small and centered around me to being very large. I suddenly became aware of every single person who walked by me and what they were doing. Then they all seemed to be looking at me. I decided it was all in my head - all paranoid delusions. I tried to find Tom in the store window, and I succeeded. I watched him pay for the gummi worms (our testing material) and cigarettes, and noticed how he avoided looking at and talking to the clerk. I found it very amusing apparently, because I started laughing hysterically. At that point my brain reminded me I was all alone outside and I said, very loudly, 'Oh shit...', turned around, and saw some guy legitimately staring at me. <br> <br> Bad vibes overcame me, but they were soon gone. Tom got out of the store and tossed me a bag of gummi worms and a pack of cigarettes. Bliss. Usually when tripping I find eating is generally out of the question. When I think I'm hungry, I get a ton of food but then I can't eat it, or something goes horribly wrong in the process of getting food. No matter. Gummi worms aren't exactly food, more like fun, weird, strange globs of chemicals not entirely unlike the ones I had in me causing all these effects in my brain. The gummi worms were great. I puzzled over their movement, their taste and texture, and had a very long conversation about it. <br> <br> The store is across the street from the park on the other end of the park from my house, so we went back into the park and sat at the end in an area that was circular with benches around it. In the middle of the circle was a tree with a fence around it. We each sat on our own bench and stared at the tree in the fence. Suddenly, in my brain Tom was gone. He was out of sight and out of mind. I checked my limbs for a status report but I couldn't really control them that well, so I gave up. I started to hear my heart pounding loudly and then the tree started to seemingly dance. It was skinny, small, and without leaves. It was twirling and rippling and the fence surrounding it was bobbing up and down. The rush I spoke of earlier intensified. Suddenly, there were church bells. The church bells played a strange, enchanting sound. I can't be too sure how long I sat there watching the tree and fence, listening to the church bells in my own little world. Suddenly, though, I realized Tom was sitting on the next bench over. I had actually completely forgotten about him, but I didn't want to break up what was happening. In my mind I explained it as a pure trip, that is, what was happening to me right then at that exact moment was everything that acid should have been. Of course, this was probably just the drugs speaking, but it sure felt that way. The combination of sight, sound, and taste sensations had overwhelmed me with goodness and I was lost. I wondered to myself if Tom was experiencing the same things, but he looked bored when I finally looked over at him. I made a really quick attempt at explaining it to him, but it didn't work at all. <br> <br> Anyway, eventually 8pm did come and we had to leave for the show (after smoking some more pot). At this point I was still tripping, not as hard as earlier, but the acid was taking its toll. All the people on the train seemed to be detached from me and Tom, and they also seemed to be staring at us. More paranoid delusions. I had a quote of HST's running through my head all during the train ride, trying to keep myself grounded: 'ignore this terrible drug.' Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. Everyone I looked at had big, buggly eyes and was leering at me. I had decided that they all knew there was something wrong with me. I could pass it off as being drunk tho, and that's not that bad for 8pm on a Saturday evening. <br> <br> We got to our desired T stop at 8:30 and that left us half an hour to kill. We wandered around with no particular direction, half strung out and half still tripping. Now, Boston is not a town for psychedelic drugs by any means, but I've survived peaking in Boston so there wasn't much in the town that could throw me off, or so I thought, but instead, out of the blue, two people offered to sell Tom and me two different drugs (one was e, and the other was called 'charley,' which I think is heroin but I can't be too sure). That got me extremely paranoid and anxious about going to this club, because i have spent a lot of my life in Boston and I find it incredibly hard to find anything around here. Odd. <br> <br> But, by the time doors opened and we got in, the acid was pretty much completely gone and the dope had worn off long ago. I had a slight headache from dehydration but I danced my ass off anyway. All in all, a fun day and a great trip, maybe the most intense I'll ever have. I got home and passed out first thing. Woke up and went to work for some overtime to pay my way through next weekend.<!-- 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: 867</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 15, 2001</td><td>Views: 4,697</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=867&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=867&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I began experimenting with LSD when I was maybe 14 years old, shortly after I began attending high school. For the first while everything seemed to be okay. I had the odd bad trip, but I always chalked it up to not being in a good frame of mind when I first dosed, and anyone who had experience with the drug will know how a bad mood or an undo amount of stress can be magnified exponentially while tripping out. <br> <br> When at 15 I left home permanently and moved to the street, the amount of drugs I began abusing became staggering. At first acid and PCP were my main drugs of choice, although later I moved on to cocaine, meth, heroin and crack. While I never became overly dependent on any of these drugs (with the exception of heroin, where I had a short-term addiction that lasted approximately 6 months and then I was able to kick, luckily for good). But I digress. Acid was becoming the drug I returned to more and more. By the time I was 16 years old, dosing 20 to 30 hits worth of liquid was becoming a normal routine for me. <br> <br> The bar we frequented when I was younger was a hangout for a number of the acid dealers that hung out in my particular scene, and at the end of a night they would often pour the leftovers of the sheets they'd been laying into our pitchers of beer, sometimes seventy-five to a hundred hits at a time, split between 5 or 6 people. So large doses of LSD became very common. <br> <br> The experience that completely turned me off of the drug was about 4 years ago, when a friend of mine showed up in the park where me and a couple of other guys were hanging out with a swish bottle filled with about three hundred hits of liquid mixed with some Gatorade. The four of us decided to split the bottle up and trip around the city for an evening. We passed the bottle around, taking sips (that's why I say approximately 75 hits as the dose I took, because I'm just splitting the 300 hits four ways... I suppose it could have been 50 I drank, or 100, it's impossible to know for sure). Within 45 minutes I was higher and more out of my mind than I'd ever been in my entire life (and I was no amateur when it came to drug abuse). By the time I was peaking hours later, I was unable to move, speak or comprehend events occuring around me in even the usually disjointed way a person is able to when tripping on a more tolerable dose. Visual hallucinations, which up until then had consisted of the usual trails and breathing walls and such, were now intensified to such a degree that I was seeing real live solid things that absolutely did not exist in reality. Having conversations with real people that weren't there, watching buildings collapse around me, etc. etc...very similar to experiences I've heard described to me by avid peyote users (although I've never tried it myself). <br> <br> Now, I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who have experienced the kind of horrible trip where you're convinced you are not going to ever come down off the drug (the kind where, as soon as you start to come down, you realize how silly you were for ever thinking otherwise, yet the underlying terror remains). Now, imagine this multiplied a hundred-fold. I was so completely out of my mind that suicide began to look like a very viable, even pleasurable, option, not because of any depression or lack of will to live, but simply to make the trip end. I remember bashing my head against a wall at one point to try and knock myself unconscious. Eventually, after 14 hours or so, I began to come back to my senses (although the residual effects lasted for about another twenty or so hours after that). Anyway, this experience completely destroyed my ability to have a good time doing acid, permanently. <br> <br> I did try the drug a couple of more times afterwards, always only one or two hits, and still I was always brought back to that same horrible trip, less intense, of course, but just as frightening. My ability to control my frame of mind while tripping out was totally shot, and I haven't touched the drug in a little over 3 years, because when it ceases to be enjoyable, and you spend your whole trip wishing you hadn't dosed in the first place, then what's the point, right? I don't suppose there's a moral to this story, or even a direct message, you can take from it what you like. I don't want to say not to try the drug, because when I WAS able to handle it, I had some amazing revelations and even the odd life-changing experience. Just be careful.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1996</td><td width="90">ExpID: 1120</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 15, 2001</td><td>Views: 6,868</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=1120&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=1120&format=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), 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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 lines</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mescaline/">Mescaline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:20</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">250 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/cocaine/">Cocaine</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">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-warning">[Erowid Note: A substance(s) in this report might be identified incorrectly. Erowid reviewers question the author's identification of the drug described. Although the report is included in the collection, the substance might be something other than the author believed it to be.]</span> <br> <br> Recently, I had worked all week and decided a good break and buzzed out night was due. I have one every month or so. I picked up a gram of Mescaline from a dealer near my work, and I also picked up 2 quarters of cocaine (250mg each), and a tab of acid. <br> <br> Upon arriving home, I made four thin lines of Mescaline and snorted them with my glass pipe, and within 5 minutes I was already disoriented and unable to walk or talk straight. The buzz would last for five hours normally and the substance itself isn't expensive, which is why I prefer Mescaline to most other things. Twenty minutes into the buzz, I took the LSD paper and sucking on it with my tongue. Needless to say, about forty minutes later i was in the greatest mood possible, but also sedated by the mesc, so it was the perfect combination. <br> <br> Later on I decided to go out to a bar, but couldn't in the state I was in, so I decided to snort one of the quarters of cocaine which I purchased, and within five minutes I was at the top of the ball again, and it felt as if I nearly hadn't taken any of the other drugs, though the heavyheaded feeling of the mesc and the mood elevating LSD in combination with coke was possibly the greatest buzz one can achieve, depending on your definition of a buzz, mine is usually of a state of disorentation and dizziness accompanied by a sense of good mood and articulation to do pretty much anything.<!-- 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: 4921</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 31, 2001</td><td>Views: 1,947</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4921&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4921&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Mescaline (36), LSD (2), Cocaine (13) : Alone (16), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 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">103 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was a late summer afternoon when it was decided. My bestfriend Roxanne & I were going to trip again. Going into this I feared nothing. I had tripped twice before only feeling hyper & extremely talkative. However, Roxanne had tripped three other times without me & swore of visuals & a mind blowing night of laughter that I just HAD to experience with her. <br> <br> We picked it up at 6:00 in the evening. A guy we both knew said he could hook us up with some kick ass acid & set it up with another guy who was selling it. He gave us directions to his house & we drove on over to get it. As soon as we got it out to the car, we dropped it under our tounges immediately in his driveway before taking off. As we drove away, I felt unusually calm & unaware of the reality that I was all too soon going to find out. <br> <br> From there, we mosied on over to a nearby store to pick up some pictures that my friend had developed. Roxanne called her boyfriend Matt from a payphone there, who begged her not to trip...only it was too late. She informed him that the deed had already been done & after a gas & cigarette pit stop we would swing over to his house. <br> <br> Pulling into the BP: Approximately 7:00 p.m. - She pumped & I went to pay & get cig's & 2 quarts of OJ. I walked in feeling anxious & unusually hot, but still aware. 'It must be kicking in.' I thought to myself. Walking around the store I felt as if I were in fast foward mode. My feet seemed to carry me with a mind of their own & the other customers came & went simutaneously in a speedy sequence. I came outside to Rox who was frantically washing her windshield w/ a squeegie. When asked what she was doing, she laughed - 'Just this one last spot..' From that point on, time was lost. I remember drinking the entire qt. of OJ as she continued washing. We must have been out there for awhile because the cashier came outside to see if we were ok. <br> <br> Matt's Apt: sometime around 7:30?? - I stepped out of the car smoking, happy & giggly. As I walked towards his front door I felt my feet sinking into the pavement like quicksand. I looked back at the row of cars parked behind us & spotted a 98' graduation tassle hanging from a rearview like it was in front of my face. Right then, I realized this wasn't going to be like the other trips. This was crazy. <br> <br> Matt went to bed & upstairs in the bedroom sat only me & Roxanne. She stared at a red light blinking from the caller ID. I flipped through the newly developed pics & came across one of a waterfall. Looking at it, I realized it wasn't a waterfall at all. The water spray became a collage of spirits & ghosts with distorted faces rising upward. Marveled, I showed Rox & that's when things got bad. Before I knew it, standing beside me was a shadow of a man who stared at me. I was completely freaked & my trip had then became a domino effect. I saw a massive spider web that covered the ceiling. Pyramids w/ eyeballs protruded at me from around the room. Now, I'm scared. Somehow, the lights ended up turned off & the black lights on. We sat together staring at each other terrified, yet w/ a steady smile on our faces. - 'It's just a drug, you're ok.' we told each other. 'You're just tripping, this is why we took it.' as if comforting the other made ourselves feel better. This seemed to go on for long grueling hours. As she spoke, Roxanne morphed into an evil clown. She grew fangs & the corners of her mouth extended to her ears. Her eyes were huge and looked like they were under a magnifying glass. I was flipping the fuck out & memories of people talking of bad trips that lead to ER visits crept into my mind & I quickly swept them away. I WAS GOING TO BE OK. A piece of my memory recalls me looking into a mirror in a bathroom & the blue of my eye became a wave of ocean sloshing around. Roxanne's skin became wrinkled and she looked like a witch. <br> <br> 'We gotta get outta here' we agreed. Rox told me we had to find a lake & sit by the water. When 1 of her trips turned ugly she sat in water & watched trees sway & gold fish splash on her feet. Things would be ok, she said. We went downstairs & when Matt's roomate's girlfriend found out we were leaving she asked us to stop at Taco Bell for some grub. We warned her we were trippin & she didn't seem to care as she sat down & made out an order on paper. During this time, I watched her writing & talking. I could see her lips moving but her voice had been tuned out. Her hair curled up into tight spirals & then unraveled back into straight locks continuously until the most horrifying blast of noise came crashing into my head. At first, I thought it was an airplane landing on top of the apartment. Then the noise became distorted and it's pitch stretched into a wave of a slow & blurred moan that can only be described as what possessed demon's voices sound like in horror movies. 'Do you hear that?' 'Do you guys FUCKIN HEAR THAT?' I interupted. The girl looked up & said - 'Uh...yeah, someone flushed the toilet upstairs.' <br> <br> The dumb ass girl let us leave & two heavily drug induced girls with no sense of reality were unleashed into the world; trippin balls. Of course we never made it to Taco Bell. We were now locked into another dimension that no one else knew of besides us. And when faced with other people, they were imposters staring at us, INTO us, & we snubbed at them with disgust. Everything we did had become a 'mission.' At one point one of our missions was to buy some more cig's. I walked in the store & it all seemed to be enclosing on me. Tension was fierce & anxiety ran through me, pumping my blood faster. Waiting for the guy to ring me up, I looked around me repeatedly in a paranoid state. It seemed to take an eternity to get my change & I was enraged that this guy had the nerve to prolong the mission. I dont remember the exact words that came out of my mouth besides a slur of cuss words scattered around 'hurry up' & then - 'C'mon Roxanne let's get the fuck out of here.' <br> <br> We never made it to the lake even though we stopped at Rox's house to get boxers & t shirts for our late night swim. My only memory of that was sitting on the toilet to watch the flowers spin & twirl on the shower curtain & her cat stopping in it's tracks, hissing - paralyzed with fear as if it sensed our crazed mind frame. <br> <br> Driving in the middle of town: time unknown - the town was dead, it must have been quite late. Fog plagued outside surroundings & the street lights lit up in it's midst like bursting stars. The music was cranked, the sunroof was down & we floated from one side of the road to another with the flow of music, following it's beats. Happiness tugged at my nerves & I was finally starting to enjoy. I laughed uncontrollably. We ran into a guy Roxy knew in a parking lot when we stopped for cigarettes again. We followed him to his house & before I walked in I threw up orange juice into his bushes but didn't miss a step, not even stopping my stride. We smoked a blunt w/ him & left. I don't remember anything else until daylight broke. We ventured to a neighboring town trying to find the hill that overlooked the city. When we got to the top, we took off our clothes & slipped into the swimming motiff. Enter another block of lost memory & fast forward back into our town. We were driving when we spotted a girl we didn't like in front of us. Disgusted, we vowed we weren't going to follow her & took a detour - to where, I don't know. I just remember driving in a neighborhood and suddenly Roxanne leaned her head out the window to spit. I've never seen this girl spit before in my life & why she did at this particular moment I don't know. But it caused the car to land in a ditch on the right side of the road & then bounce to the ditch on the left and end in the middle of the road backwards. A woman tending her garden in the yard beside us never even looked up. Oil spilled a stream on the road & we decided that the oil pan was busted. We drove to the nearest gas station to call Matt to pick us up. It just so happened that it was also beside our former high school as of the year before & it must have been time for school. Buses and people we knew were driving to school & loomed before us as we sat beside a payphone in our boxers, dirty & still smoking. <br> <br> When we got back to Matt's I laid down. I was exhausted & desperately craved for sleep & an end to this drawn out nightmare. But even when closing my eyes I saw ladybugs crawling on the inside of my eyelids. I don't remember when I finally passed out. It was well into the afternoon & acid had mixed with delirium & I recall thinking that the I had to get away from all of the 'normal people' that invaded the road as I drove home. <br> <br> That was the worst and last trip I've ever had. Messing with the chemicals in your brain isn't exactly wise. For months afterward I saw tracers & lines in walls or specks on ceilings squiggled around & swayed.You never know how you're mind is going to react to it & it can be frightening. At least in my experience anyway.<!-- 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: 4957</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 1, 2001</td><td>Views: 4,727</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4957&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4957&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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">108 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> After reading on the internet and talking to people who've done it before, my girlfriend and I decided to trip for the first time. We picked up 2 hits of blotter for free because I ran a couple errands for the kid I was supposed to buy it from. So, we went back to her house and ate some McDonald's and ingested the paper. About 20 minutes in, it began to feel like we got ripped off, so we smoked a bowl and began to watch 'The Green Mile.' About 1 hour into the experience I began to feel very, very anxious about something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Everything seemed weird, out of the ordinary. So, we continued to watch the movie and I caught my first visual in the part where the black prisoner coughed up the bee/wasp things. It looked like they came right out of the TV and flew past me. It was quite cool. I also noticed that the color on the TV, mainly people's skin, was extremely bright, glowing even. After that it seemed like I stopped tripping until about three hours later, when a friend came over. He saw the size of my pupils and decided to play with my head for a little bit. He kept lighting a lighter by his face, and it was extremely amusing. Then he tried to make it look like he was going to kick me. He was across the room and I swear I thought he was going to hit me right in the face. I freaked out and started jumping around covering myself screaming! When I realized what I was doing, I found it extremely hilarious and cracked up. I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my face. After I calmed down, I got kinda hungry. I was leaving at 10:30 and it was 9:00, so I wanted something quick and easy. I don't remember how it happened, but somehow we ended up making spaghetti. After I ate, my mom came and got me and I went home and just slept. I remember I couldn't concentrate on one thought the whole night. I felt if I did I would go insane. I also couldn't keep my fingers out of my mouth. <br> <br> Overall, I wouldn't say that the experience was a waste, or a disappointment, but it wasn't what I was hoping for. Still, really cool. I loved it. I plan to try it again in about 2 weeks with a stronger dose. I'll do a follow up on it. Maybe I'll even do a comparison.<!-- 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: 2756</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 9,130</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2756&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2756&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Endogenous (86), 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">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have done acid before, but never this much. Actually, the last time i dropped i only did 2 hits and this time i dropped 5 hits, which is a huge step up. <br> <br> 0:00 - drop 5 hits of acid <br> <br> 0:20 - get a slight body high and lights seem to get brighter than normal <br> <br> 1:00 - everything has become very distorted, there are patterns all over whatever i look at <br> <br> 1:30 - here comes the peak, having a conversation is simply impossible, the concept of a phone completely escapes me, time has dwindled to almost non-existence, and the patterns are even stronger and i have some long ass trails. i don't even have to unfocus my eyes <br> <br> 2:00 - it feels like i am in a movie, out-of-body type feelings, and the feeling that anything i do right now doesn't matter, i can not hear anything except for what is in the room and what i do hear is accompanied by echos, or when my friends try to talk they sound almost like computers <br> <br> 2:30 - my senses are being completely switched around, like if my hearing is gone i would be able to feel what my girlfriend is saying or see it. And the times that i can see the patterns and trails are even stronger <br> <br> 6:00 - the effects start to wear off but i don't come all the way down until 10 the next morning, and all day today my brain has felt completely fried. but overall, i had a wonderful time and it didn't feel like a bad trip at any time. i personally thought it was better than rolling, which most people wouldn't agree with but then again, i am a little weird.<!-- 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: 4181</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 4, 2001</td><td>Views: 4,701</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4181&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4181&format=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> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" 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 --> A couple days ago I came home after hanging out with my friends, and was very bored. We had had a fun time just hanging out in the playground and eating fries. During that school day I had bought two douple-dipped white mice acid tabs (the equivilant of 4 tabs). My friend who had tried the same kind and amount the previous week said he had a kick-ass trip... <br> <br> I took the a tab the moment I got home, around 9:30pm. 45 minutes later the trip had kicked in and i was feeling good. I was laying under my loft bed looking up and listening to music. The visuals were cool -- shifting wavy colors and such. My thinking was also quite strange. I only remember thinking how crazy and stupid my thoughts were. However, I wasn't flying through space quite yet. I took the next tab (and a vitamin c pill) at 10:30pm. I enjoyed the relatively weak trip another half hour and BAM!!! My mind, sense of touch and sight all shifted like crazy. I felt like I was every cell in my body, rather than a whole human being. I enjoyed it and the world became extremely trippy. It was too much to explain, but the trip was simply rising and rising... untill it went bad. <br> <br> I was focusing on my stuffed leopard and the spots starting swirling around, until they looked like little snakes biting their own tail. They were purple and green with big white eyes. They looked very cartoonish and funny. I laughed hysterically. That pattern filled my whole line of sight. And then it stopped. The visuals totally stopped. My mind was still warped so I knew I was still tripping. Then slowly, everywhere I looked, totally realistic snakes slithered out of nothingness. They were on my window, my table, my bed, my closet, the floor -- everywhere. It was like the illusion in the Craft, when she saw bugs and snakes everywhere. I hate creepy stuff, and they where all looking at me. The ones on the floor slithered toward me, while the others just curled around themselves. I could hear the hissing sound, and the rattling of rattlers. <br> <br> It was too freaky. I was scared half to death. 'How could this wonderful trip just go bad like that?' I thought. They were everywhere, even when I turned my head. Some were huge and others were tiny. My backpack became a giant snake head, and my jacket that was on the floor became a bunch of snakes, the buttons were eyes. This was too much so I closed my eyes. When I did that I saw the simple snake pattern that was on the leopard -- not scary at all. But when I opened them, the creepy ones were back. With my eyes closed (this semmed to be the only way to avoid being bitten to death) I fumbled to turn on the TV. It was about 1 in the morning and Rosanne was on (stupid show). But of course the snakes were visble out of the corner of my eyes AND they were in the show too. They were climbing onto the shelf and the people in the show. <br> <br> Well, I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to go to bed (I figured with my eyes closed I could calm down a bit). It worked, I saw crazy hyperdimensional patterns (which I see whenever I close my eyes) -- but they were way cooler. I enjoyed this (and the weird thinking) till 4am, when I finally fell asleep. I woke up at 11am and all was normal.... <br> <br> I don't know why my trip went psycho on me. It sounds really corny, but the fear I felt was undescribable. You have to have had a bad trip to understand what I went through. Oh well, I know I'm gonna do acid again, but this was my first time without e -- maybe my mind figured tripping and rolling belong together. I do advise being with friends when tripping (especially with higher doses). The morning after, I read 'Snakes everywhere, I wish my friends were here, so lonely and afraid -- 1:30pm' which I had written on a piece of paper (I obviously meant 1:30am).<!-- 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: 5033</td></tr> <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 7, 2001</td><td>Views: 2,295</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5033&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5033&format=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">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Unknown</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 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 --> From the day I started using drugs my life changed. About a year and a half ago I took my first pill of Ecstasy at a rave in Oakland, and had a blast, and I guess between now and then I have done E at least 50 or 60 times. I usually always had a great time except when I went to Cyberfest, a massive rave, in June of this year. <br> <br> Planning to roll I had brought 2 pills of Ecstasty with me, both of them being four leaf clovers or 'shamrocks' I had got from home. Pills had always taken around an hour or so to kick in for me, so I was ready to take my pill around 11:45 with a few of my friends. I had also obtained a hit of LSD, something I have also done at least 70 or so times. I've never had a bad trip in all my times of doing either ecstasy or acid, so Cyberfest was certainly a surprise to me. One of the pills I had taken was crushed and I hadn't eaten much that day but I was surprised when no less than 10 minutes later I began to feel fucked up. I had gone down a slide and when I got to the bottom I knew something definantly wasn't right. I had to sit down to put my shoes back on and then a few friends and I made our way to the bathrooms. While my friends took care of their business I sat down and thoughts began running through my head the something wierd was happening, it was all hitting me way too fast and way too hard, I kept thinking 'I'll be ok, I just dont want to be one of those people who ends up having siezures and convulsing on the ground with crowds standing around them,' that just wasn't me. After my friends had finished we all got up and started to head over to the drink stand and then make our way back across the fairgrounds to where our towns meeeting spot was (the ravers in my city are all pretty close). We got a drink and I told one of my close friends that I was way too fucked up and felt as if I was going to have trouble walking, then I did. Half way to the other side I had to stop and sit down. <br> <br> Whenever I would open my eyes everything was really blurry, I couldn't focus and things were just moving from side to side. My legs felt so weak that a couple of my friends picked me up and helped me out of the way of traffic to the metting place. I dont remember everything that happened for about 3 or 4 hours of the night, something that also has never happened to me. I had to sit down for a long time with my knees up and my head down. I felt safe as long as I had a friend close by. I felt as if I was a inconvience having to be babysat but I knew without them I would have become lost. I thought I was going blind because opening my eyes and focusing was almost immposible. When I would stand up I had no balance and would shake back and fourth becasue my feet felt as if they were 3 inches long and I would try to touch the ground because I felt as if I was down on my knees. Since I had no balance I just had to sit there. <br> <br> After a few hours of that I began to regain my vision, the LSD I had taken early was still hitting me so I was full of energy. After I shook it off I was fine and frying pretty hard still. It was definintly an experiance I wouldn't want to go through again. I knew something must have been wrong with the pills I had taken because 2 was about average and I had never had anything even close to that happen to me. I knew that I just had to maintain and stay awake. It hit me really hard and was a strange feeling of being out of control of my body which I didnt like. I hadn't heard about DXM or bad news about the clovers at that time but I know now and would spread the word not to take 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: 2841</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 9, 2001</td><td>Views: 23,987</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=2841&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=2841&format=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), DXM (22) : Rave / Dance Event (18), What Was in That? (26), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#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 never used to have dreams until I started using LSD. It's been about a month since I first tripped and have done it a few more time since. EVERY single night when I go to bed, I've had a very memorable, vivid dream. I love it. I even look forward to going to bed because I know I'll visit some entirely new world when I'm sleeping. None of the dreams are nightmares either.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5331</td></tr> <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, 2001</td><td>Views: 4,741</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5331&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5331&format=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 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"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had already taken LSD twice before my first experience with MDMA, if that is what it was seeing as how now and days you don't know what you are getting. Starting in July of '99 I began taking MDMA on a every one to two weeks on a regular basis. Everytime resulted in the ' midweek blues ' and I found myself sick with a cold or flu AT LEAST once a month but this did not stop me from ' dropping E. ' Someone mentioned that LSD taken with MDMA makes the experience more intense and last longer, so I tried it. The feeling of absolute peace and an inner knowledge of serenity throughout the world WAS even more intense than previous experiences along with the hightened visuals experienced with LSD. <br> <br> I continued use of MDMA for the following months with the occasional hit of LSD until November of '99. As I was driving to work one morning, all of a sudden I felt a wave of heat wash over my body and I felt all the sensations and feeling associated with MDMA except I hadn't ingested any for over a week! The trip continued for the following five hours while I was at work and then all of a sudden I began to have hallucinations associated with LSD...at this point I began to fear that I was permanantly messed up and that my brain would never function normal again. <br> <br> I continued to have hallucinations for TWO DAYS and I prayed for sanity. By the third day the hallucinations stopped and I returned to 'reality.' I have asked several people about this experience and no one I have come across has yet to go through what I did. Ever since that day...I have experieced pain in my back, right between my shoulder blades...and it has yet to go away. I wouldn't wish this on anyone and I have yet to find any answers as to why my back is messed up now.<!-- 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: 5388</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 27, 2001</td><td>Views: 4,984</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5388&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5388&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Various (28), Post Trip Problems (8), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Just a quick note, the military DOES test for LSD in its piss tests, every time. However, for some reason it is very hard to pop for it if you are on it. There was an incident a few months ago were 7 marines(they were still tripping, and took large doses) were tested on the spot after someone got out of hand, only one of the popped positve. On the flip side, I've know two people who popped positive a day and a half after taking it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5451</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: Mar 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 6,669</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5451&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5451&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> 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+ 0:20</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 --> What I want to report on is not the trip itself but my experience of coming down off the trip, which so far has changed my life. I had never done LSD or any other illegal psychoactive drug. The evening I did it, I was slightly drunk and naive and thinking illogically about taking LSD. I took three hits at once, then in the next twenty minutes 2 to 3 more. I had no expectations and no time to guess at them. My trip of intense hallucination and heightened auditory experiences lasted probably from midnight to eleven o'clock a.m. <br> <br> I can't say that there was any one thing good or bad about my trip, but what I made of the situation in the following days is what is important to me. I made the mistake of leaving the place I tripped in, before I fully came down from tripping. I felt and still feel I was ok to drive a few blocks home, but immediately the outside and city and other cars and things I passed on the street were disgusting to me. The only pleasant thing to look at was the sky. I felt angry, hateful, and nauseated by everything that was around me. <br> <br> I went home and tried to sleep but kept awaking sweaty, uncomfortable, with a shaking headache -- some things looked alright, others didn't. In my own house now, I realized I was still tripping but it was not as calming as the night before. My eyes, stomach and head hurt. If you remember the scene in Trainspotting where the main character is back at his parents in his bedroom and tossing and turning and then sees the baby climbing on the ceiling -- well I didn't see a baby or anything like that, but all that intense sporadic tossing and turning, that is how I was . . . <br> <br> I grew paranoid. I didn't want to see anyone's face, look out the window, or go in the bathroom. This all faded a bit as the day went on. Things were still 'off'. I decided staying in would be best. So I did - that night and every single day and night for the next seven days. The sun through my window was too bright. The smell of food was too strong. Voices too loud. Everything thing was 'too much', 'too ugly' 'too evil'. <br> FINALLY a friend encouraged me to get out of the house. <br> <br> I am better now, but the paranoia carries with me. I don't like patterns or busy colors or being out in crowded places or on the city streets when they're busy. The most soothing things are grey, black, and bright white. I hope this doesn't go on. I used to love art, all kinds of music, people, places, sights, scenes..... Now I can only handle low stimuli. Of course LSD brought me a few good things -- a good moment, better knowledge of how MY mind works, and a strange sense of peace with myself. But I warn against it if you will accept my warning, because I had no idea the effect this drug could have (on me). Granted, I did 6 hits, but it is much too late to turn back and do less or none at all. <br> <br> p.s. i had been on the anti-depressants zoloft then prozac in the month or two before i did LSD. i tried going back on zoloft AFTER i did LSD, but i can't - the feeling it gives me is dead similiar to how i felt when i began to come down off LSD. doctors tell me and i've read these effects from zoloft are somewhat common . . .<!-- 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: 5448</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 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 12,405</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5448&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5448&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Alcohol (61) : Various (28), Post Trip Problems (8), Depression (15), Health Problems (27)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">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+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 joints/cigs</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 joints/cigs</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was a Thursday night at college in Boston, a night not unlike many before. Actually, one thing was different. <br> <br> The night before I had obtained some hits of liquid acid in sugarcube form. I got out of work at 8:30pm and dropped all three immediately as I walked home to my building. <br> <br> I began to feel a mild sensation of dizziness which is usually my clue that I am about to feel the acid effects about 45 minutes later as I was showering. I dressed and got ready to go out to my friend's birthday party as the drug began to manifest itself. <br> <br> T + 1.5 hours: At the party I had been playing some beer games and talking to friends. A local drug dealer noticed that my pupils were dilated and asked me where I got the pills (meaning ecstasy). I told him I was tripping on acid (since I knew him and was not afraid he'd be weird about it). He offered me a pill if I'd get him some acid the next weekend, so I agreed. I took the pill immediately and chewed it completely up in my mouth to hasten the effects. <br> <br> T + 2.5 hours: The MDMA has been steadily climbing, colorful blobs began to pulse rhythymically in my field of vision, growing in intensity as the peak approached. I began peaking on the MDMA and acid very closely together. After drinking three or four more beers I decide I no longer want to drink anymore. <br> <br> T + 4 hours: At around 12:30 I leave the party with another drug dealer I know and return to her building to buy some really good buds she had. I got 1/8 and rolled up two joints for the walk back to the party. I walked through the Boston Common smoking joints and being completely awed by the grass and trees growing in the middle of the urban setting. My mind pictures a flower growing out of a crack in the sidewalk. At this point I began to watch my 'mind's eye' images (eidetic imagery, as explained in 'The Varieties of Psychedelic Experience' which is an extraordinary book, btw). I made it back to the party only to find my roommate has gotten into a big fight and had to be taken away to our friend's place in another neighborhood. I smoked another joint with the girl whose birthday it was, then headed out to find my roommate. Right before I was about to leave the drug dealer I got the E from pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to split a pill for free. I accepted and he crushed the pill and made two lines. I usually don't like to snort, but I decided to go for it anyways. After blowing the line of ecstasy I set off. <br> <br> T + 5 hours: I arrived at the apartment after taking WAY longer than normal to find it. I told my friends I feel 'a little funny' then sat down and smoked almost all the rest of the marijuana with them. They rolled up a big blunt with their own weed and we decided to go for a walk down to the bridge over the Charles River where we sparked the blunt and watch the river and traffic, plus the skyline of Cambridge. At this point I am tripping very hard... my friends melt and reform, carlights bend out in all directions, the sky changes colors and clouds fly by as if they were in stop motion videos... <br> <br> T + 8 hours: After coming home I closed my eyes and lay in bed. I found myself immersed in some kind of interior mental image of myself and my girlfriend making love. This image shifted away to a wide variety of different scenes populated by figures both familiar to me and some that were not. At some point my consciousness slipped away and I fell asleep. <br> <br> As a postscript to this report I'd like to say that I didn't feel I was as messed up as I ought to have been at the time. I had taken a lot of drugs and was expecting a more total immersion into some sort of fantasy world. I was functional and able to speak somewhat rationally throughout the duration of my trip. I found the following three nights that when I drank and smoked I felt the trip coming back to a certain extent, and saw some motion trails and strange visualizations. The fourth night this effect was very diminshed (perhaps due to my sobriety) and since I have not had any other side effects from the trip. <br> <br> I would highly recommend the candyflip, however leave the alcohol out of it. There is no reason to drink when you are on that many drugs, it doesn't even seem to make a difference at all.<!-- 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: 6010</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 3, 2001</td><td>Views: 8,348</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6010&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6010&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), Alcohol (61), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : 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></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">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It all started on a Friday afternoon after school got out. I had sold drugs for a while but never really tried any of them except for bud. So I thought I would try LSD because the guy that I get them from says that they are really good. So I am talking to my friend, JM. I asked him if he wanted to trip with me. He wasn't sure at first but about 10 minutes later he came around to it. So I decided I would spend the night at his house since his is more secluded. <br> <br> I am at JM's house at about 10.30; we are pretty much just waiting for JM's parents to go to bed. When they did, we took two doses each. We kept the two doses in our mouths and just sucked on them until they were gone. Nothing really happened until about 35 minutes later. I got somewhat dizzy and JM said he was seeing tracers when he would wave his hand back and forth. We were thinking 'damn this is pretty bad!' <br> <br> Later we decided to go for a walk, because it was one of those nights when it was fairly foggy outside and you couldn't see that well. Before we left though, JM looked out the window and he yelled 'shit there are wolves out there!' So he decided to take these scissors to protect us. So he grabs the scissors and we take off outside. We are just walking down the street outside and I am a little behind JM because I am kinda scared. I was fairly white too. Once we got down the street I was thinking this wasn't the best idea- I was hearing shit and seeing things so I thought we should go back home. So I tap JM on the side and he flys around and almost stabs me with the scissors. Luckly I was to the side of him or I would have been stabbed in the stomach. He did it because he thought I was a wolf. <br> <br> So we made it back to JM's house and we are pretty much just sitting there talking to each other and listening to paul okenfield. By then I was at the peak of my trip. As I am sitting there it seems like I have left my body and am watching my self talk to JM. I guess I couldn't control the volume of my voice because it seemed as I was watching this 'movie,' I seemed to be getting louder and louder! By this time I was somewhat coming down from my trip. Before we took the doses we had pizza for dinner. So after we went and got the leftover slices. Everyone says LSD enhances your senses but as I was eating the pizza I couldn't taste anything on it. I could only feel it being chewed up in my mouth. <br> <br> By this time I was tired, so I laid on the bed. I tried to close my eyes, but they would just open back up. It was like I would control them. Finally about 5.30 in the morning I finally was asleep out of total fatigue. Altogether I would not recommend it. It is dangerous because it seems not real and you feel like you can not be hurt.<!-- 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: 4555</td></tr> <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 11, 2001</td><td>Views: 5,799</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=4555&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=4555&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5), 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>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">113 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> After exploring your site, I concluded this is the perfect place for me to vent out some emotions that have been consuming me for quite some time now. I have never shared what I felt that night, and don't ever plan to, for fear of unwanted judgement from friends and possible rejection. <br> <br> I have tripped and rolled numerous times before, resting on the assumption that a 'bad trip' could NEVER happen to me. Little did I know, it was exactly the opposite - it COULD happen to ANYONE. I was having such a kick-ass time with psychadellic drugs that I figured that if it was going to happen, it would have already. This thought almost made me feel invincible.. <br> <br> My friend and I prepared for what we normally do on Saturday nights - club-hop on South Beach. (For those not aware of the Miami atmosphere, it's basically a strip with clubs literally door to door extending about 10 streets down; the main streets jam-packed with people ranging from each end of the social status bar, creating a perfect opportunity for unpredictable nightlife behavior.) This time, however, we each dropped a geltab. <br> <br> We were both hesitant at first, but were forced to accept it once the gelly dissolved in our mouths. Regret began to sink in as we walked along unfamiliar territory. I felt bad vibes from every person we walked passed - possibly because trails extending outward from their heads caused them to look like the devil. It seemed real at the time. The sound of chanting monks faded in and out of my ear creating this idea that we have now entered a forbidden town and someone would make sure we knew we were unwelcome - or at least, that I was. <br> <br> I experienced extreme paranoia and feared for my life, but had no logical explanation. If a guy seemed interested in me and approached me, I truly believed he wanted to kidnap me, beat me or take advantage of me. A thought, under normal sober circumstances, would sneak in and out of your mind as you pleased, was now trapped and enhanced by the LSD, making you undoubtingly believe it was true. <br> <br> Our night consisted of dramatic twists and turns. We almost got into a fight with two other girls, not entirely sure if they said what they said in a fight-provoking manner. Who knows, but we managed to ignore them and walk on. Then, we met up with some male friends of ours and got into their car. I was peaking by now, and so was my paranoia, so I thought they were kidnapping us. 'We gotta hotel for ya'll, don't worry,' he says, as I hear the doors lock and windows shoot up. I demanded we be dropped off at the main street and we would go from there. <br> <br> I guess you could say the trip started off on the wrong foot, but it's only just begun. We ran into our server and his friend C. A sigh of relief. C and I really don't get along, but who cared, he was a familiar face. <br> <br> We wound up leaving the Beach with them and chilling at C's apartment. (Last weekend, my friend and I tripped with C and another dude. C annoyed the shit out of me, and completely blew my trip. He insisted on 'getting to know eachother', I don't know.) I was hoping we wouldn't have a repeat of that ugly episode. Before the night even began, I told my friend whatever ends up happening tonight, I do NOT want to chill with C. He wasn't someone I would particularly want to hang out with, let alone trip with. <br> <br> My friend and the server had to go take care of some business in Downtown Miami. C and I were left alone. He offered me what looked like a pretty big blue pill. 'Take it, it's a roll.' I don't remember what I was thinking at this point, but I snatched it and swallowed it. Within a matter of minutes, I felt the effects. <br> <br> I was reminded of the feeling of euphoria and sensations like no other emerged from all over my body. Visuals were enhanced with a shift of an eyeball. Trails of defined colors danced in front of me as if a painter were swirling her brush. It was nice. <br> <br> Moments later, the mood changed. I began to feel scared. I wanted out of the trip and out of the house. C was sitting next to me on the couch with his eyes closed. HE was causing to me feel this way. (It's difficult to put in words, but) The feeling was as if he were penetrating through my mind and invading my personal thoughts. As his eyes kept shut, I could mentally feel our minds becoming one and my privacy no longer existed. I was frantic and nervous, at the same time trying to maintain my composure and trying to reassure myself that it wasn't real. But I was totally convinced this was reality and there was no escaping it. Fear was the center of this world and I was its prisoner. I never knew a personal hell existed - mine was forming before me. <br> <br> They took over me. There was an overwhelming sense of negativity in my head and I couldn't stop it. I tried to think of a happy place many times, but they wouldn't allow it as I would be punished for attempting. <br> <br> I looked over at C, eyes still shut. I persistently begged him to open his eyes, as the mental torture would stop when he did so. Eyes remained shut. 'Please, please open your eyes C. Just stop it. Why-' He finally opened them. It took me by surprise, and was grateful that he did. Just when I thought he had understood and would comfort me in this time of need.. 'I'm sorry,' he mumbled and closed them once again. My mental hell resumed its normal course. <br> <br> He wasn't touching me, barely even talking to me. What the fuck are you going through, I would ask myself. Hopelessness, fear, lonliness and anger all came crashing down at me. And not knowing what the fuck was happening to me just added to my frustration. All I knew was that I never felt like such a piece of shit in my entire life. I had no control over my thoughts whatsoever and I was beginning to accept that. I soon let him in, and allowed him to do what he wished. <br> <br> As I sat in moral anguish, I noticed the glare from my cell phone stuffed between the cushions. I saw a chance. As I dialed the number to my friend's phone, I began to feel this magnetic energy pulling me toward C. It seemed as if I've just angered someone or something and it was telling me to put the 'fucking phone down.' Somehow, I managed to connect. 'Hello.' Her voice was like the dim light at the end of my dark tunnel. I was extremely relieved to hear someone from another world who knew who I was and could possibly understand my situation. While I was on the phone with her, I couldn't bring myself to explain what was happening. What if she thought I was crazy? What if she took his side, instead of mine? 'Nevermind. Just..hurry up.' <br> <br> Tears slowly ran down my cheeks. (I don't care what anybody says, but it seemed real as hell at this point, because I for one, am not a crier.) 'C, please, open your eyes,' as my voice cracked. I was mentally exhausted and my heart was rapidly beating. Every negative and evil thought, idea and belief known to humanity rested in my conscience. I could slowly feel my values, morals, and faith relinquish in a matter of seconds. I wanted to ball up and crawl into my mother's arms. <br> <br> Finally, I heard footsteps scurrying up the stairs. I jolted up and ran to the door. C quickly followed and beat me to my spot. 'Did I do something wrong?' I shoved him out of the way and flung the door wide open. My friend insisted I tell her what happened, and not quite sure how to answer, the first thing that came to mind was, 'I trolled balls.' I hauled ass down the steps and into the car. <br> <br> The ride home was even more weird. The server sat in the back seat, me in the front and my friend drove. I noticed he was on the phone and suddenly I assumed it was C - trying to take over my mind again. I literally freaked out and tried to wrestle the phone out of his hand. He resisted and stared at me as if I were crazy. Now, I thought he was in on it too; my friend then implied I shouldn't touch him (At that time, my friend and the server were seeing eachother.) So I sat there, all fucked in the head, feeling insane and alone. I was later told I attempted to jump out of the car while in motion. <br> <br> We pull up in front of my house. I start to panic. My friend suggests I take a xanax bar to calm myself down and fall deep into sleep. I hear an echoing voice in my head, C, agreeing I should, so he could fuck with my head while asleep. After what seemed like hours of convincing, she turned the car around. We then dropped the server off. <br> <br> We sat in front of her house. She assured me that everything would be fine. She wouldn't go anywhere until I was ready to go inside. I was finally feeling a level of comfort. It was about 8 or 9 in the morning, not too sure. She fell asleep as I sat there wondering why me? I glanced over to the side view mirror. She looked like me, but it wasn't. Her pupils were dialated and her eyebrows wrinkled displaying a worried look. I was still catching mad visuals, but the mental ride was coming to an end. Nature reminded me of my true reality - my loving family, school, work. The sun pressed tightly against my face. Leaves rattled in the wind and birds were singing more magically than usual. The grass was tainted a rich green and the sky a perfect shade of blue. I felt as if I were just stripped of my pride and dignity and suffered the humiliations of a rape victim. <br> <br> I awoke my friend and told her I was ready to go and rest. Tired, she went to her room and slept. I laid in the couch with my eyes still wide open. I'll try to explain as best as I can in words what I was about to embark upon.. <br> <br> Suddenly, this surge of mental energy overcame me. Physically, it felt as if my brain were being cleansed and massaged. Every doubt I've ever had about anything and everything soon came clear to me. A higher existence guided me along this path to Seventh Heaven. I was revealed a place where my prejudices and judgements of people no longer existed, a place where love conquered all; a place where words couldn't apply meaning, but instead your soul justified your innocence; a place of truth - no questions, faith - no doubts. HE then spoke to me. Love and appreciate your mom; look after your brother and sister; spend time with your grandma (one after the other) Do what you love in life and go into the entertainment business; don't mess with drugs you can't handle.. <br> <br> Just like that.. for the first time, not that day, but in my entire life, I felt at peace. It sounds so unbelieveable, but everything was so crystal clear to me. The revelation changed my perspective on everything, maturing my mind and bringing me closer to God - putting my utmost faith in something I once doubted it existed. <br> <br> In the end, I found myself again - happily reunited with my soul. They say everything happens for a reason. Mine may have been to receive 'the message-', so I guess I'm hanging up the phone. <br> <br> (To L, my friend, THANK YOU.)<!-- 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: 6375</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: Apr 21, 2001</td><td>Views: 14,368</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=6375&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=6375&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Various (28), Mystical Experiences (9), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>

<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </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">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I myself had taken LSD many times in high school but this report is about a friend who took some unwittingly. He was with my step-brother at a concert when the cute chicks behind them offered them some orange koolaid. My step-brother was an experienced LSD user and should have known better than to let his unexperienced friend drink the obviously spiked beverage. <br> <br> They were both flying high by the time they got home. My step-brother was enjoying himself, knowing what to expect, but our friend definitely was not. We tried to calm him and let him know he was safe and among friends but he kept rocking back and forth and could not relax. One of the things he blurted out was that he was gay. We were his friends and suspected as much and since we loved him it didn't matter and we told him so. We phoned his brother to come get him but he didn't want to be moved. He became slightly violent but with our loving effort he went home. <br> <br> We all saw him a couple of days later. He seemed a little embarassed but otherwise OK. This is not as an anti-LSD message (as I believe the things I learned while tripping are invaluable to this day), but rather as a testament to the power of friendship and love even in the most frightening of circumstances. Also, never give someone LSd without their consent!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1974</td><td width="90">ExpID: 5653</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 27, 2001</td><td>Views: 5,720</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=5653&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=5653&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>