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Some one who isn't swim, ate a blotter last night. He took half at t+0
half at t+2 hours. He went into a nice little dance with Alice, it
wasn't that moshpit dance from the good old days, but rather seeing
things in a more beautifull way. Everything looks as if new. As if the
world was just created yesterday and all our lifes where just an
instant in time. There was no trace of the old ultraviolence.
He told me it wasn't a very visual, but a rather deep, intelectual
trip. Though he did meet with some good old friends from ages past.
Like the caterpillar ad the cat ... they where there, just looking with curious eyes. Observing, watching, smilling.
He told me that the reason it took such an amazing turn, probably had
some to do with a little vanlafaxine that someone who isn't swim takes
every day. It was much quieter inside his head, and thoughts came much
more ordered they didn't come at a single time, like a waterfall of
thought, but as drops of knowledge into the mind.
when phish came to miami for a concert at the miami arena was the only
time i found acid in miami. they were beautiful ranbow colored hits
with a sun in the middle. i didnt even know phish had come to concert
until i was an hour into my trip. we walked out of my friends apartment
in downtown walking with my 4 freinds passed the miami arena and
noticed a city of trailers populating the giant empty lot on the left
of the arena and also the park next to it. it was an amazing night for
everyone. i had taken 2 hits of those sunshine tabs and they were very
last summer i was in rome looking for acid everywere. i rented a moped
and rode around the drug areas and finally found 2 guys who had some
who had just got back from amsterdam with them. they were sunflowers on
the 2 tabs part of a feild of sunflowers probly with the whole
sheet. i took them the next day in a park called villa borghese in the
afternoon with my schizofrenic friend who refused to trip with me
because he had never done acid and had his problem. i had never tripped
in the day time. they were also potent yet not as potent as the
sunshine tabs. visuals were not as intense. wereas on the sunshine tabs
i saw my car melting in with the street.
last two times were this year a tab and a liquid hit different days.
the tab i found at a rave and i was very doubtfull on wether it was
real stuff but i bought 2 hits. they were
plain white with a dot in the middle. the girl who sold them called
them matrix tabs. they were on canvas paper thick and white on both
sides which i had never seen. i took them at a concert thinking they
were fake and to just get rid of them being in my wallet wrapped in
foil for a week i licked the foil also. the concert sucked and after
what i thought had been 2 hours nothing had happend. i got home and
everything went into percpective or rather out of percpective in a
flash. i went to walk around ancient rome. the hit wasnt very strong
probly the softest acid iv taken. it was still good though. i remember
that night i went into my bathroom and started to masterbate not
thinking about anything, just thinking about having an orgasm. i wasnt
thinking of sex or my girlfreind. i was just thinking of the climax and
had the longest orgasm iv ever had felt like 30 seconds or more. soft
acid though. the liquid one i explained on another post it was heavy
and good quality. 2 drops came out of an eye dropper onto my tongue at
a rave. i was with the wrong people in the wrong atmosphere for that
sort of powerful stuff but i could not refuse.
A couple weeks ago was my first time trying acid. I found a nice guy who was willing to trade 2 hits LSD with 8 DXM pills (500 mg each).
Alright, so abot 9 o'clock that same night my parents go downstairs to watch a movie. At this point I decide to eat one tab. 30 minutes go by and I feel funny, but with no visuals.
At this point I at the second tab and in about 10 minutes, I go to look in the mirror to see how large my pupils were. This is quite an impossibility considering my eyes were now
getting bigger and smaller, bigger and smaller. My mirrorturned into a sea of reflective glass in which I could morph with my hand. My hair was standing straight up and dancing
around and waving to me. This freaked me out thoroughly. I am now seeing double vision. I would stare at an object for about 10 seconds. I would then look away, and I would
see two of that object I was staring at. Everything is patterned. There is multicolored swirls and patters everywhere which is very amusing. It is about 10 o'clock now and my
parents are still downstairs watching a movie. At about midnight, they are done and come upstairs. Shit, they come up right at the peak of my trip. I found it quite easy to talk
coherently to them though. They did not notice anything at all which calmed me down and kept me from having a bad trip . At this point I shut the doors to my room and put on
Music is a whole different experience. The music moves the patters as if it were an AVS in winamp. I do this for awhile and time passes.
At this point it is 3 AM. I am infantized and find everything in my room immensely interesting. For a good hour I sat on my floor playing with a #2 pencil. I could bend it and morph it
to take the shape of baloon animals (think clowns.). I then proceeded to look underneath my bed.
The underneath of my bed turned into a cave. I crawled into that. I layed in the cave for about 15 minutes. I then proceeded to crawl around.
At this point it is about 4:30 AM and it has started lightning and storming outside. This is a very scary experience. Everytime the lightning would flash, it would blind me as if someone
just took a picture of me with the flash on. I peep out my window and find that my neighbor's porch light is strobing. I then look at the clock, 5 AM.
Shit, I had to get to bed because it was saturday night and if I did not get any sleep, I would be tired for school on monday. Sleeping is an impossibility with acid.
I lay on my bed tripping for another good 4 hours. I managed to get about 1 hour of sleep that whole night. I tripped hard for 12 hours straight. It did NOT die down at all at any
point in the night. All in all, it was a good experience and I am doing it again tomorrow.
But again tomorrow, does it make sense? You might have effects, but you
probably need to double or tripple the dose, I think. But even then,
for me it just produces a kind of stoned high. Less Euphoria.
I recommend at least waiting a week, better 2 weeks and the best doing
it once a month (or less). Tolerance is making the trip much more
unenjoyable ... in my opinion.
Ive been doing it every week for the past several months, and every trip is good. Been giving it a break for the past several weeks though (aka i ran out). After 3 days your tolerance completely dissipates, but I'm sure waiting several weeks between trips makes each one more enjoyable and keeps that novelty feeling alive.
Okay...I agree this was the same for my in my "beginning years" of
acid. In this time I did it also weekly over a period of several
months. But if you go on with it the tolerance might get bigger each
time. I found out (at the moment) that 2 weeks it dissappeared
completely, after 7 days the tolerance is weak but still something
Well there will come times when you can't do it weekly (even if available)
Tripping IS a trip. The world (or, my world) does what I want it to.
My first couple trips were more mental (thinking big thoughts, in many directions), than psychedelic (noticing things have changed from their normal ways).
My first time was on a sandy beach, a few hours before High Tide. As I sat there, the waves came ever closer to me. The scene was real, my feelings about it were excitement and wonder.
For my fourth trip, I prepared differently. I wrote down some hallucinations I would enjoy seeing (and hearing). I re-read a couple stories about people having intense, personal hallucinations, which changed their life. I know (deep inside) that my trip can be anything I want it to be.
When I was about 1 hour in, I began to hear Gregorian Chants (they were on my list, thank you for this miracle). I sang along (droned along, at times I didn't know the words). Here I am. I am in this 14th Century Monastery. I am singing with all of these wonderful monks. I am a monk. I feel the weight of my robe. I smell the mustiness of the Sanctuary. My feet are firmly planted on the floor. Wow! This is Great.
A little later I realized: I became that existence, and lived in it, fully. This is a miracle of the psyche. Hmm. Now that I have THIS miracle available, I will use it some more.
I waited through some other realms, thoroughly enjoying each one, knowing that another Life is coming. A year before this trip, I went to a Creedence Clearwater Revival concert. They played all of their best 70s hits. I was fully enveloped, for minutes at a time.
Another List item: Re-create that rock concert. I recorded the songs which had sent me off; I am ready for this trip.
I turned on the stereo. Suddenly there were 1000s of people around me. I feel the heat of our bodies, the cool breezes flowing through. The music reverberates through me, like a freight train. Ising every note, with all my heart.
Song-after-song, one million volts are crackling all around me. All of us, living through this, sharing this once-in-a-lifetime experience. This patterned itself with greater, and lesser, periods of clarity. One second I am truly there (20 feet from the stage, the speakers powering through me), the next minute I am back into the sanctity of my room, and still fully enveloped in singing, enjoying this too. I got to hear the songs to fuel my hallucination, ANDhearing my own voice, singing with the band.
The trip continued. Lots of fun. Hours later, as I was analyzing the HIGH points, I realized that those 2 concerts (one religious, and one down-to-earth) both were spiritual. My spirit can arise with anything, as long as I perceive it as spiritual. Music is the language of the Universe, words tell me the story.
Now I know: Hallucinations are available. I can dream of things the way I want them. This is enough.
From now on, my trips will be different (and the same): I will live in the world where I am. But, I will become fully enveloped in thethings I am doing. Doing This (right here, right now) is the most important thing in my Life.
Since that day I have a never-ending Ideal during a trip: Hey, remember, I am grateful to be feeling this Magic existence, and my place within it. Here I am, focused clearly ... positive emotions surging through my veins. This keeps the whole experience uplifting.
Place: Bryant Lake Park, MN; a friends house; a car; Hwy 212; Cub Foods; etc.
Dose: 5 white perfed blotter, 2 white unperfed, 1 pill MDMA (blue trucker woman, Bad Boys II)
1300: I decide today seems like a good day for acid. Good
vibes, finally nice weather, and nothing else to do. I call a
friend (John), who also is in the mood to trip. We decide to meet
at Bryant Lake Park, at 1500.
1445: I eat 5 hits entering park. They are perforated white
blotter, and are reportedly quite good. John is already there,
and has just eaten 3 hits. His are tie-die, from the psychedelic
cali coastline print.
1510: I am sitting on a picnic table, watching the 20+ paddle
boaters. Most are overfilled, and look like they are going to
sink. The hits are coming on strong. Feels like I'm
electrified. I can identify amazing patterns in the motions of
the paddle boats. I definitely need to go paddle boating with the
1600: Landscape melting; the reflections of the sky on the lake seem to
create a sense of infinity in the world. Very cool. I am an
experienced psychonaut, but John has only tripped a few times. He
seems very overwhelmed .
1645: Still very strong. The landscape is nothing but a meld of
colors, patterns, and textures. I am struck by how beautiful
Minnesota is when its not snowing, raining, or under construction.
1650: I recognize a group of people sitting on the beach. We do
not get along...last time we met, I performed a little impromptu dental
work on one of them (lighter punch to the mouth...). There are a
lot of LEOs around as well, and if either see me in the state I'm in
life will be shit. I am forced to make the decision: I have to
leave. Luckily a friend (Ray) calls who also happened to be
frying. I decide to go to his house; I bring John with me.
I eat 2 more hits upon arrival.
1945: Have been sitting in friends basement, listening to music,
smoking bowls, for last few hours. People stop by occasionally to
pick up hits. Still frying strong. Ray and I decide to take
some MDMA, with rolls I have tested. We each drop one.
2045: Now frying and rolling hard. Amazing visuals, which we
discuss avidly at speeds no one could possibly comprehend.
Our (Ray, Me) girlfriends show up. Decide to go grab some tequila
and oranges...they need some fun too! Unfortunately we have to
bring Rays giant, ill tempered, unleashed pit bull with. In the
words of Err from AquaTeenHungerForce, "Thats a mistake!"
2100: Major intersection at Hwy212, a veterinarian office near
the road. Stopped at a light, I am first in line. Windows
are all open...the dog spies animals being walked at the Vet. And
promptly decides to play. He launches from the car, and crosses 4
lanes of traffic. Ray's girlfriend runs after, leaving the door
open. There is no way she will catch him. Break in the
traffic, and I run a red light. This dog has to be stopped...he
will kill the other animals. He has history. We cut him
off, and despite much snarling get him back in the car. Death and
destruction are barely averted. I'll stick with cats.
2345: We return to Ray's, and begin boozing. John leaves, looking
weary. The rolls are coming off, and acid visuals are limited to
some color blending and tracers. Everyone is quickly wasted.
0245: I am almost baseline, sitting around a fire with a bunch of
friends. Me and my gf decide to retire to the comfort of my hot
tub and couch. I find a soak in the hot tub is the only thing
that can allow sleep, save for benzoos, after a good fry or roll.
It was a fun day.
Afterthoughts: There was a nice afterglow, very upbeat and
happy. My old cat died recently; I was contemplating a dog.
Fuck that. Also, don't drive while under the influence of any
Trip score: 8/10. That was a fun trip, no introspection or
problems solved. But very enjoyable. The MDMA made even
driving like a pirate enjoyable and non-stressful. Except for the
dog it was uneventful. LSD and MDMA meld well.
I am a 21 yr old male, who when he was 14 and 15 experimented with LSD and DxM quite a bit. as i got a little older i stopped liking the introspective parts as it made me seriously depressed because my adolescence wasn't all the great. when i was 17 and 18 i did K quite a bit but also didn't really enjoy the experiance 100%. I actually get the same undesireable feelings from MDMA as well. Anyhow i am now a proud father and although life isn't always great, i have learned somewhat to cope with this while being alive.
around 6 months ago someone brought books (literally) from Canada. I used to be in the party scene alot in my younger days but lately with family life and working i didn't pick up an awful lot of the stuff. I came upon 20 doses for 60 bones. SWIM made some bucks and ended up saving 4 doses. It was originally intended to save for the movie "the Devil's Rejects" (the sequel to "House of 1000 corpses" by Rob Zombie). anyhow on the night of June 14th, i ended up dosing my me and boy with 1.5 hits (cut one in two, licked scissors haha) eating them at 8:15pm est. i had heard conflicting reports about this acid, and didn't know what to think so i actually ate one blotter probally 2 months ago, with my pupils not getting very large yet still felt a come up and weird thought process but don't remember visuals from the dose. i had actually done a little bit of opiates that morning and got drunk in the afternoon, both possibly having an effect on the trip. so i assumed these were 100 - 150 ug's a piece. i now believe probally 200 -250 ug's.
at 8:15 we dosed 1.5 hits each. by 9:00 we both thought we were coming up a bit. keep in mind we are both thinking these are low doses, so at 9:15 we each eat another half hit. we bought a 12 pack of Bud Ice and had about 2.5 grams of chronic to blaze. we couldn't get any benzos or opiates to come down on which i really wanted. so we rolled a couple fatties, smoked one and chugged a beer each around 9:45 definantly starting to trip, my pupils getting somewhat large. we then walked thru the woods by his apartment, a public park actually, and smoked another joint. very weird laughing feelings not very intense though, once out of the woods it was about 10:15 the sky looked very differant, almost moving and bright patches of light. we get back to his house after two hours or so from dosing i had full on tracers, walls moved if i was stationary and at one point uncontrollable laughter. by 11:15 my pupils were full with almost no retina, and i may have been feeling more than my boy maybe because he is taller and about 20 lbs more, and he likes acid way better as i enjoy downers more. anyhow my girl calls and we are fighting so i go totally introspective at this point and she is refusing to try to make me feel better so i am hang up and start not liking the acid anymore. so i grab two more beers hoping that the alcohol can get on top of it, which it cannot. we take another walk outside this time into the city a bit, and thru a very large park where the city holds festivals. at night bums sleep about every which where in this motherfucker, and at one point i was checking out this naturally acoustic stage and jumped on top to maybe run around ( i was trying to make the trip good, it was hard) and i ran up on some sleeping bums. anyhow i start getting paranoid thinking every car is a cop when we were walking back. it was a far walk and i was very introspective thinking about emotional times in my life, not really talking anymore. we get in the house at 12:30 and i am having a full on panic attack, total visuals (not hallucinating but walls melting and any movement slowed) this is the most intense part of acid, some of my other friends came over at this point. i asked my trip buddy to take me home, he couldn't that was asking too much from a crazy tripper. i thought about calling my mother but knew how angry she would be if i explained the situation. i realized i just have to wait it out. i have had bad trips before.
at this point between 12:30 to 1:00 pm or so i am shaking irractically, and i swear i was feeling every emotion, every physical feeling, every thought you could think while being alive. my friends put on the Smashing Pumpkins DVD with all there videos and it was so crazy too watch, then an old roommate came by, and knew i was grillin' so he gave me a blanket which immediately stopped me from shaking, and started asking me questions about my trip and really brought me out of the bad part. by 1:00am i was enjoying the trip, still having visuals but subsiding a little. no more panic attack. so the strongest trip peak was from midnight to 1:00am and i didn't really enjoy 11:30 to 1:00 am. we finished the DVD and smoked another joint, then watched the "Big Lewbowski" drank beers and had great laughs using up the rest of the trip to talk and have fun. by 3:00 am i was almost sober (not really sober but not tripping anymore) so i ate some muchies at the gas station and by 3:30am i tried to sleep and maybe fell asleep at 4:00 am it still being dark out, thank god.
it was all around a good trip, and the emotional insecurities that you face while on it are just part of it. you have to deal with them and not deny the stuff, but thats life and you move on. i don't think i would ever eat acid again but i'll never forget that night.
I'll add more to this later, this is only the sensory part of the trip,
the thoughts running through my head at the time are much more
important I think
4:30. Arived at jam band festival, bought a 10 strip of unmarked
white blotters, and found my group of friends who arived earlier.
5:00 pm: I put a single blotter under my tounge. I think I
tasted a slight chemical taste, but it could have been a random
smell. I let it sit under my tounge for about 10 minutes then
chewed it for a while and swallowed.
5:20 pm: We decide to check out the venders area. Wandered
around looking at all the glassware, tyedye, and other
paraphenalia. Many of the venders were selling hash brownies out
in the open, so I bought and consumed one. We watched one of the
bands on the second stage for a while, and headed back to our campsite
at around 6:00.
6:00: I am feeling a little goofy and high, but it does not feel
like a marijuana high. No visuals or profoud experience yet.
6:30: I am laughing at almost everything. I find myself participating
in conversations and realizing halfway through my sentence that I
either forgot what I was talking about, or the other person is not even
talking to me, but to someone else. I seem to be talking to
myself. It would be nice to have a good friend with me, as I dont
know the peple I'm camping with very well.
After this point I pretty much loose track of time. I will try to
recall things I saw and thought, although it will be incomplete.
In the moonlight, the tree in out campsight has almost a purple hue,
against a cloudy sky. I stared at the tree, and the
leaves/branches/spots of sky seemed to turn into what I can best
describe as worms. Maggot like, except with smooth bodies.
I could blink it away and the tree would look relatively normal, but I
could let the worms come back if I lookd at it without blinking for a
For a while I was seeing vivid, detailed, rainbow like kaledioscopes with my eyes opened or closed.
We eventually went up to the main stage to see The Schwag, who are a
Grateful Dead cover band. I can best describe the show as a
complete cascade of stimuli. The music was amazing, the lights
were unreal, and everybody seemed to share the same sense of awe.
At one point I was towards the back of the mainstage area. There
was a booth selling trip toys like color-changing glowing swords, which
are completely arresting when waved in tempo to the music. Several
people in the croud were doing so and it took me forever to figure out
what they were, but it was completely beautiful. Also, this booth
was outlined in electroluminecent wire. They had what I think was
a balloon tethered with the glowing wire. That glowig blue line
in the air, attached to the booth, had me captivated. I stumbled
over to examine the wire up-close and play with some fans that had
color-changing LEDs in the blades. Most of the other people there
seemed to be doing the same thing though, so I didnt get any weird
At one poit the glowing wire seemed to be blinging rapidly, changing different colors, but I dont think it really was.
I remember stumbling as some glowing object went by my head (Probably a
lightstick or something like that) and seeing it as a series of
different colored boxed in a row
I got bored with the show and wandered off. I think I went in
circles for a while before fiding the way back to the vendors.
There were a series of trees or telephone posts or fenceposts, I dont
remember exactly, bordering the venders from the mainstage. They
were about 15 feet apart and I kept seeing a barbed wire fence between
me and the venders. On second thought, I dont know if the posts
were even real. It took what seemed like a long time to find a
hole in the nonexistant fence where other people were walking.
I stopped in one of the booths to play with one of the fans described
in an above paragraph. I reminded myself of Johnny Depp's
portrail of Raoul Duke in the way I examined things.
I somehow found the bathroom, did my business, and went back to the
mainstage. I checked my watch and it was around 11:30pm.
Most of the visual effects were gone, although I was still facinated by
glowing objects. The mental, psychological part of the trip was
still going strong. After watching the band play a few songs I
was tired and found my way back to the campsite.
Midnight: I layed in my chair looking up. I could hear the
music coming from the mainstage slightly. I also heard another type of
music that I can hardly describe, and I dont know if it was real or a
product of my mind. The phrase "Song of the woods" came to mind
at the time. The notes were seemingly too clear and omnipresent
and nondirectional to be from any sound system. Notes were long,
transparant, smooth, and seemingly random. I dont know if some
type of instrument was making the sound or what. It was pretty
confusing, but plesant.
Mix: a semi experienced "psychonaut", two hits of reputable acid, and
amassive conspiracy; shake violently, serve grilled.
I had two hits of decent acid, which is my personal holy grail. Saint Louis, MO is a shitty town for such things and high school is even worse. After a year and a half I finally achieved Nirvana.
Called my buddy D the night before and told him to be there at ten tomorrow. I woke up at eleven the next morning. I made him my sure-fire morning glory brew and brushed my teeth and gums vigorously. I dosed at 1130.
To start it out right, we smoked a bowl (bowls rather) when D got there at about 1230. By the second one the floor of my garage was tiled. By the third, so was the air. I remember distinctly looking at my watch so it would change colors, being a trustworthy watch it did.
After that point the afternoon becomes a blur. I was only capable enough to watch T.V. and nothing else at the point. Every show seemed a parody on human behavior because that’s what entertainment is, right? D found a program on the (/!! conspiracy, which alright, I thought it was CNN anyway.
What followed was one of the harshest mindfucks I have ever received. After realizing that the country had been taken over by the embodiment of evil and was out to get anyone in their path to riches, be it warlords or innocent civilians, my trip started to go bad. I was led into hours of paranoid introspection interrupted by moments of disgusting revelations on humanity, all under toned to the mourning of the recent passing of my ego.
Humanity was raging sea that cast my lifeless body high upon a synthetic pinnacle. Waves sought to tear me back again. Rocks yearned to dash me back to dust and water. An electrical Pan wired to my wall lured me back into the water again. Leary bent over and whispered in my ear "Told you so."
1700, there I lay on a hammock, admiring the last fall colors of July before, the leaves changed. The death of Summer, and therefore Hope played on a five minute loop on the sky. Trees looked just like they should on LSD, this was nice.
At 2100 I could still feel a residual buzz from the acid. I felt as though someone had driven large metaphorical spike through my brain and left my head hollow, heart left its post to fill the gap and as expected failed miserably; I needed to get high. The weed took the edge off as well as it could and at 0130 I slept.
Next time, I'm buying a sheet.
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slamming beers peeking. well swims chilled out alot since that 7
grams of fury post in the mushrooms. this is about a year after
that. so swim goes to see some friends. swim moved away
from where he would call home, so this was a special occasion
already. swim was schedualed to leave this night already but was
convinced into going to another friends house for the final stop.
this friend says "eat two hits." so swim takes the two hits to
find that the friend is trying to slip swim 4! swim takes the
two, then gets licked and has a hit slapped on him. swim was
dosed up early in the day, like 4 pm. swim starts to freak out
since swim always gets freaked out from the acid. so about 2
hours from the freaking out then everyone shows up for what i would
describe as a "mad hatters tea party." beer was then supplyed and
swim started to drink like a fish. the beers didnt affect swim
half as badly as the aphex twin cd playing did. swim felt like a
robot in a metal factory stamping metal parts out. the title of
the cd is 26 mixes for cash. this was a very very mean cd.
the beers tasted good, but did nothing for the buzz except make the
acid even more funny than what it already was. swim was shooting
the shit for hours previously to everyone else dosing, and this worked
out very well. it seams as if since swim was already chillen,
then everyone came into swims trip chillen as well. swim will
note this experiance as a good time in swims life and never forget
Hi there everyone....
New to the board def not new to drugs.
Acid is my drug,fuck I love that shit...
Anyways "heaviest" trip till now was my first:
- 2 sugar cubes which were prepared rite b4 I had em,fresh as fuck.
I had had a speedball that day for the first time which was a good ,albeit
extreme experience,but obviously even after sleeping for couple
hrs(strangest fucking dreams ever),I still felt shaky and unwell,not too
sure at all bout having that acid....but had it anyways couldn't resist the
freshness they radiated.
Tripped hard for couple hrs,no heavy hallucinations,but strong vibe,all
ppl with me(3)seemed as if they had taken on a different facet of their
self,not bad or heavy or anything but their faces had changed,which
Had one big line of strong K,which fucked me up....
After feeling as though I was lying beside myself, I stopped breathing,my
heart stopped beating and my eyes rolled back.I (best explanation for"I"
would be my soul) started drifting/wavering down and out of the room.I
know all this because shortly b4 this had happened I saw a big
switchboard with all my body functions on it(hi hi tech style)and i started
switching everything off.The ppl in the room slowly started freaking...
But as I was about to shut off completely drifting from white to red to
utter and total darkness...I saw this red,blotchy smileyesque thing and
BANG I flew back into myself breathing heavyly...
After this I had a couple lines of coke to spice things up a bit.
Next thing I knew the acid had really fucking started to kick in as huge
fucking bloody spears started rising through the room + me.
Everyone had left...It was just me now....as I realized that(in combination
with the speedball earlier)I was starting to experience an oncoming heart
This is pt I of this trip...It get's heavier and more profound with a
I will only write the 2nd part if there is true interest in it(even if it's just
It was 29/10/05 and SWIM got (that’s amazing where SWIM lives) 6 Hoffmann’s blotters. Took one at about 22.00 and relaxed talking tohis wife, which did not take or was intended to notice SWIM was tripping.They stayed at bed with my two cats watching animal planet and About 23.30SWIM started feeling the metallic taste, the salty runny nose. So SWIM started encouraging his wife to take a bath, eat as soup and go dancing. As SWIM was reaching the 2 hr of trip he decided to drop a 2nd blotter. That one kicked really fast and hard, not that visual yet, but mostly dizzying. SWIM decided to go to bed for half an hour or so, and as he was reaching his room started to hear scales of sounds like the ones produced by old synthesizers. Y stayed in darkness at bed while the sounds became stronger and stronger. Sweet bubbling scales of synthesizer sounds filed the space surrounding HIM. By the same time bubbling or flapping things started travelling my neck and throat while a feeling of epiphany become more and more clear. Sounds and flappingstarted coming from same places, gathered resembling fairies but mostly in an abstract/alien way. By that time, +2.20 hs from 1st blotterSWIM freaked for a moment, thinking thins particular 2 blotters were too much for a night ofdancing. Quickly SWIM pulled together and decided to enjoy what was going on. The room was mostly dark but light started entering from the window through the blinds. Red, green and blue light element seemed to start separating clearly. From the darkest corners of the roof descended medusa like tentacles, unravelling to me. The average feeling of alienness of the situation was so intense that SWIM though it might be a better idea to stay home, that Hoffmanblotters were surely very potent and fresh, because many times SWIM took from 4 to 16 blotters and had no need to go chilling out to bed at all.After another minutes +3 SWIM decided to get up, have shower and go party. The warmshower was very pleasant and noalien jellyfish followed me from the room. Sonoric hallucinations declined leaving place to more patterns,tracers, glittering particles floating inspace, etc. From that on +3.5 hs the trip became pretty much like a common LSD trip and SWIM was able to get dressed, walk to the club and socialize with no problems, except for an ambiguous moment in which SWIM really wanted to go back home again to lie in bed, but holded on for a couple of minutes and could manage to enjoy the club until closing time at 7.00 am, had breakfast in a café and went to bed still having some visual pulsing and patterning at + 10 hs. Bad choice, he decided to drop 2 more blotters to see if alien pulsing synthesizers could come back. That leaded mostly to a long insomnia with no really valuable effects at all. Got completely asleep at +16 hs of first blotter. At 24 hs of first blotter there was still some visual morphing, not any the next morning.
I'm new on the board - and this will be my first post.
i was at the time 21 years old. let's say it was the year of 2001. I had been experimenting with LSD for over a year before this trip i'm going to tell about happend. Let's say i used it about 7 - 10 times before. i also had experience with mushrooms for about 5 years.
that year i got back together with an old friend.and met new friends.they too where experimenting with LSD and we became again close friends. This also due to the fact that wefollowed classesat the same school since the year before.
ME fre and lez (whom i ment during that year)decided it was time to do anLSD session at fre's place when his parents would leave the house on their next holiday. And as the future unfolded - the date was set around halloween 2001.
we got together for the whole weekend ... friday was a night of movie watching. we talked chilled and smoked alot of weed. the others drank also some beers - wich i don't drink because of it's effects. i went to bed early thinking of the trip the enxt day. When i got up the next morning i arrived in the livingroom ... here lez and fre were sleeping. i went to the bakery - got some bread and we had a nice meal.
the afternoon was spend with chilling and preparing the room for our trip. we hung psychedelic drapings on the walls ... installed the black light ... got my 2 cd players and mixing gear ... installed the 2 monster speakers with the crystal clear sound system and cleaned up the mess we made while doing all this.
the house is btw a renovated farmerplace - with alot of dark wood and a fireplace and reddish floor. thick walls and small windows. and place right on top of a big ''leylijn conjuction'' ... it means energies are expected to be higher there.
my mind set was to have a great night with talking - watching a movie or so (fear and loathing ) - and mainly - listening to psychedelic chill out and psytrance music.
it evolved - not how i expected.
We strated of at 22.00. with a half blotter of gratefull death acid trips. they where fresh and after an hour i really felt it working. after this hour we decied to dive deeper into the rabbit whole - and took the other half.
fre and lez where having all sorts off talks about buddhism - about Osho about metafoors for life and all that stuff. there was alot of under current energy ... you know - what is said and the interpretations are sometimes diffretnly - it becomes a mirror of how you percieve the outer world trhough the inner being.
anyway - i was quite outside but followed the converstaions in my inner being. my mind soemtimes agreed with stuff that fré said ... i never read anything about osho or buddhism - but what was said sounded true - so in my mind i agreed ... and it felt good to ''UNDERSTAND'' what was said. to undertsand it in my mind.
the topics where that one cannot understand soemthing truly - because his understanding is an mental image and not the actual thing wich he was trying to understand ... and words - words are not the thing but are a sign pointing to an actual thing in reality.
i also began to feel some sort of mental fight that was going on between Fre and lez ... like opinions fighting with opinions ... fre kept strong while lez was beginning to become a little confused. to mean - he was the weaker opponent in the mental fighting.
i didn't like the undercurrent of this energy - i saw it really as fighting. and i started to focus more on the music ... while still hearing all the buddhist stuff and the sarcastic jokes and the fals-truths and the mental games played between lesley and fre.
so my mental awarness was still bussy with the talking of fre and lez while i tried to focuss on the music.
than at one point fre looked at me and i looked at him and he said "Auuuummmmm" ... and suddenly something happend ... my mind tried to agree with the understanding of what he said ... but something else in myself new that I canot undertand it! ... it was a feeling of total honsety - and being humble ... this all happend in a split second ... and than ... pow! my mind stopped ... it just stopped ... and i awoke from a dream that was going on for 21 years till that point.
i was in total awarness.
sometimes a thought passed my mind - "is this enlightenment" - and than i knew that - when i'm thinking my enlightenment stopped .. so i fell back again in mental silence. the mind is an illusion and truth can only be seen when the mind is totally absent.
soemtimes when the music stopped i even did not care that this happend ... i would just stay in my BEINGNESS ... than a thought would appear ... " the music has stopped" ... than i would choose to get up - put on something else - use my mind - and after that - sit down again and let it all float again.
we listened to infected mushroom and mr peculiar ... very good music - but also very full of sounds ... this music can really become a mindbreaker on acid - but i onlyheard it as pure beauty ... it was so easy to listen to music - it was all good as it was - perfect as it was (and i say this now in words - but at the time it was an awarness outside the mind) ... also - i thought later back again about this fact - that when the mind is silent/absent - nothing sounds bad ... cause - first: there is no opinion about what is heard - so you just hear it ... second: there are no sounds inside your head ... so it is easy to listen to it - cause it is the only thing you hear. while when thinking in your head and having that voice talking inside your head - you hear the music AND yourself - and that can get pretty messy together.
i saw fré as my teacher at that time ... he was the teaching ... his word got me to this place ...i experienced the teached. all had meaning - one meaning - and the meaning cannot be expressed in words...
i remained in this state for 5 hours - total silence - inner and outer.
than at morning my mind came back with a question - Who is osho? ... and i said it out loud - and gone was my awarness ... i had given in to a mental question ... and started to think again. to explain - to grasp - to know.
this experiencechanged my life totally!
i contemplated it for years ... and now i'm finally loosing it - LUCKILY ... cause my contemplation is about a past memory - created as mental image - and it keeps me from seeing the now - the present moment as it is.
"I dropped acid for the first time in well over a year last night. It is a tad difficult to obtain these days but the place has been flooded with the drug of late and strangely enough it is very hard to find XTC which is usually very easy to find. My intention was to candy-flip with XTC and LSD but unfortunately the MDMA was unattainable.
Instead I decided to go with the blotters on their own. I dropped my first blotter at about 10pm. The come-up was quite slow but I felt the effects kicking in before most of my companions who had decided to drop a second blotter each before they felt effects. I sat myself down on a sofa and watched some Monty Python and all of a sudden the LSD began to work its magic. Having only done magic mushrooms over the past year as my psychedelic of choice, I was pleasantly reminded of the smooth LSD come-up without the nausea caused by psilocybin.
Within an hour or so, the trip was well under way and although I was considering dropping another blotter, I was satisfied with the effects of the first one so I decided not to drop anymore acid over the course of the night. I threw some cushions on the kitchen floor, laid down and listened to some music on my portable CD player for about an hour or so. I assume the dose in each blotter was quite high because I never remember achieving such psychedelic heights before with just the one. As the music flowed through the headphones and into my mind, energy rushes ran through my body and I felt quite euphoric.
With the trip in its peak, I decided to go for a walk outside as I was on a college campus and being a Friday night, I knew the place was pretty much deserted. Two of my friends and I strolled around the college ground smoking joints and appreciating the vast freedom. After about 30 minutes or so of strolling around, we thought we heard a security van so we decided to head back to the apartment which we had been tripping in.
I laid back down in my little corner and stared at the wobbling ceiling in awe. At about 4am, I felt as though the peak of the trip had passed but I was still quite fried. The comedown involved the usual hazy vision where the room appeared to shimmer a little and everyone's face looked purple and distorted somewhat. We stayed in the apartment tripping mildly until we decided the after-effects were beginning to wear off. At about 9am, we left to get some much needed food and I went home. I got home at about 10am but to my surprise, I was still tripping ever so slightly as I jumped into bed.
Having slept off the remainder of the trip, I woke up late in the afternoon feeling fresh and revitalised."
Last friday there was a Grateful Dead cover band playing in a little rock club in NYC. So after my college classes were over i went to hang out with this chic, drink some beer smoke some pot, y'know.
I left the girl at 8 and at around 9 o'clock arrived at the rock club, already feeling a pretty nice buzz because i have been smoking and drank a few beers just a little while ago. I meet my friends A and B and they tell me that there is a guy there who we have seen at other shows and he has alot of acid with him.
So we go talk to the guy. He offers to sell us some but we are all broke. After talking to him for another 5 minutes he tells me to open my mouth and he drops 2-3 hits on my tongue. Then he does the same for A and B.
Through out the night our hippie friend, who also took some acid, drank copious amounts of alcohol and on one of our journeys outside to smoke a joint he decided that he would dose everyone in the club who wanted to be dosed (his altoids tin contained ~10 sheets of acid). After having that idea he told me open my mouth again, i happily obeyed him, and he put another 3 hits of acid on my mouth (the first 2-3 hits had not been working all that well because i had taken 2c-c a couple days earlier). And again he did the same to my 2 friends.
Once inside the club he must have dosed at least 15 more people (out of about 30 that were there). He dosed me and my friends with multiple hits through out the night. Toward the end i ended up spitting a few out and saving them because i was tripping very hard.
The hippie was dancing around the club throwing hits and strips into the air. Those who were smart enough ended up picking alot of it up. Me, well, i was just sitting on the floor watching some amazing visuals. At times i actually experienced hallucinations, like flowers growing out of the floor, blooming and then vanishing.
I fell asleep 10 hours after my last dose and woke up 5 hours later still feeling a wonderful buzz. I have been feeling an excellent afterglow for the past week.
Oh, if any of you know who the merry pranksters are, well this dude said he was close with them, and just judging by his behaviour and what i have heard of the merry pranksters, i dont doubt him.
this is a report from the first time swim tried acid. it was a while ago and swim found this trip report whilst clearing up her room.
swims not 100% clear on the exact details of it but is sure she took at least 2 blotters, a lot of alcohol and about 1/2g of coke.
the trip lasted about 3hours and then it trailed off (at least thats what swim remembers...) but the night was a bit fuzzy.....
(bear in mind this is an extract from swims diary so its writted in a stange way!!!)
*.......THE FIRST ACID TRIP........*
Swims not really into drugs… she’s smoked the occasional joint at parties, snorted some coke, but shes just not really into it. Swim guesses she just like being in control! So anyway… the party. Flashing lights loud music, Swim’s lost her friend already. All on her own sipping on her Southern Comfort and Lemonade swim see a guy walking over to her… “You look bored”
“Um…..” swims not really sure how to answer this!
“I’m X” he starts. swim looks away… alcohol has already slowed her reactions, and she feels dizzy and sleepy.
“Fine be like that” X huffs. “Here, take this and find me in half an hour… I’ll be waiting!” Jake presses a colourful tab into swims hand. The cartoon on it makes her laugh. “I don’t do drugs” swim starts to call after him but he’s lost in the whirl of people, all high on adrenalin, and swims suspects, ecstasy. Swim looks back at the tab…
Before swims know it she whirling through the air… spinning, dancing, colours, sounds, it all mingles into one. Her heart is speeding, her mouth is dry, she try to claw at reality, but the trip becomes more intense. she rise’s up and touch the stars, they talk to her. The stone walls are breathing. She’s a dragon, a witch, no wait is that a giant octopus? Swim grab its tentacles, its her friend W. What’s she doing? Why is she sniffing at snow? Her eyes are large, she’s got that “look at me” thing going on. swim bends down and snort some of her snow through a £10 note. They are both bouncing off the walls or are they people? Swim hears her heart beating faster and faster… she sees it! Swim sees her heart! No wait… that’s a jumper. Swim closes her eyes the snow is gone… it has worn off. Swim want to sleep she’s so tired. Swim cant sleep. Her head spins. She feels like she is on a roundabout. “W……W?” swim calls out but her voice sounds like a Teletubby. She needs the loo… “help……… W?”
Swim falls deeper into the trip. She lies down. The room is still breathing, her heart sounds like fire racing through her veins louder and louder. She try’s to call out again but she cant. Swims brain is spinning. she blacks out
SWIM very recently had their first acid trip. As far as history, he has of course smoked week, drank a bit, done a few various other things, and in psychedelics specifically he has taken shrooms once and 2 C-I many times. At about roughly 10:00 pm, he and the fellow trippers he was with ingested approximately 4 hits of the lsd. The reason why the dose was so high is because they had at times before heard that this particular batch wasn't a high dosage. After about 1.5 hours of waiting, nothing had happened yet, so SWIM took two more hits while one of the friends packed a bowl. After a few hits, SWIM saw the world "shudder" and realized that he was in for a wild night. After this, all sense of time and all specific memories are gone, but there were a few recurring themes and a few general notes that can be made. He remembers that the visuals were much different than 2 C-I and shrooms, and so was the general mind frame. What he has noticed, is that on 2 C-I objects seem to breathe and expand, while on the LSD everything would spiral and move in general, especially in times of the waves. Also, he learned that it is vital to stay warm. In his state of residence, it was the coldest day for two years, and even with a fire the entire house was freezing. He also learned to have fruit on hand. He and his friends weren't up for going driving to a grocery store late at night in order to get something to eat, and the only thing that they truly desired was a pear. They wanted to experience the flavor of a pear. They also learned the truth about elephants. They soon discovered the flaws of the english language, and the difficulty of truly expressing what is meant. THey decided that elephants, being so wrinkled and wise, also have a method of communication through sound that would express exactly what they mean too. Finally, SWIM distinctly remembers a very good quote. While on the phone, SWIM's friend said to the person on the other line, "I'm sorry. ***** has just taken a drug, and it is called philosophy" The person on the other line said "Oh yes, and what is that?" SWIM's friend responded with "I am just kidding. It was actually LSD" Overall it was a very enjoyable experience, although the amount SWIM took was exstensive, and ended up lasting for upwards of 16 hours, which in the end got to be a little too much. Either way, it was extremely fun, extremely enlightening, and completely worth trying again.
Okay first off, LSD is swims favorite synthetic drug. Hands down, lsd is the best of the best, nothing else comes close. It is the standard when comparing any psychadelic drug. SWIM was first introduced to this drug back in the days of highschool. He was interested in all drugs but mainly psychadelics. After experimentation with coke, opiates, meth, and ecstasy, he finally ran into some blotter.
The logo on the blotter was a green monster. Check out my avantar, it is exactly what the hits look like suposedly. SWIM bought two hits and put him in his mouth. SWIM noticed a very slight taste but nothing too bitter. SWIMs friend was driving him around for a while and then they went to a party. SWIMs friends who were in a band together were playing at the party. SWIM had read a lot about LSD but really did not know what to expect. He had talked to many people who took the green monsters and everyone said it was quality acid.
About 45 minutes after injestion SWIM started to feel the acid kick in. Slight breeting of the walls was noticed and the carpet looked very complex and defined. The bass felt great and SWIM was really enjoying the music. About an hour into it, SWIM was feeling it pretty good but thought that 2 more hits would be perfect. SWIM's friend drove him to get two more hits. During the drive, SWIM was listening to music and he noticed so much light that he had never seen before. This light was always there, and always is there, we just tend to filter it out so we can go about our day. This was SWIMs first psychadelic experience. This is when his doors of perception were first opened up. SWIM can remember the night in such vivid detail.
The system was blazing and complex patterns and colors were illuminating throughout the sky. When the bass hit a note, colors would fly through the spy and suddenly change to different colors. It looked like colorful fireworks were being lit right infront of SWIMs eyes. The patterns were so complex. SWIM was in awe of the complexity and beauty of the world around him. It was so different from what he had normally known, yet it felt like home. This place can only be described as a place where all troubles are set aside and all questionable things were made clear. It all began to settle into SWIM.
This was the experience that got SWIM interested in psychadelics. This was when SWIM realized that there is so much more to life than what meets the eye. It is behing the curtains what counts. The strange thing about lsd is that it just feels so real. By the time SWIM took two more hits the effects of the first two hits were fully kicked in. The visuals were absolutely beautiful. Words can not describe their symetry, beauty, and complexity. If you have never done LSD then you have never truly experienced life. There is only so much your sences can detect. LSD greatly expands these limits and greatly enhances the human mind.
SWIMs friend drove him around while SWIM listened to music and stared out the window. Swim was in a divine state with a head full of acid. The mind state was nowhere short of heavenly. SWIM was in complete bliss. In complete harmony with the world around him. Instead of seeing certain things as seperate entities, he saw everything as one. The visuals were never ending and completely disguised the "real" world. They connected together in a way that made it apparant that we are just a simple part of somehing much more complex. Everything became one. Although SWIM did not experience ego death, he experienced life as a completely different version of himself. He looked at himself and his surroundings much differently that before. He really did not even differentiate himself from his surroundings. As far as he was concerned, everything was somehow connected together and he was simply a small piece of the puzzle.
When all 4 hits were kicked in the experience started to get VERY intense. SWIM did not talk much, just just stared out the window in complete astonishment of what he was seeing. He couldn't believe it. He had not yet known the limits of the human mind and what it was capable of. No drug had ever effected him so drastically. It started to get hard to make sence of what was happening around him. WE has humans base our life around symbols, which internally hold no meaning. We generate words which represent symbols inorder to effectively communicate with others and express our feelings. Every human experiences reality differently becase we all have a different interpretation of reality. Without symbolic representation, it is hard to make sence of the world around us. Imagine having language temporarily taken away from you. Every word you have ever known will become unfrimiliar. You wont be able to think normally because you will not be able to internally communicate without language. Image looking at a car and not being able to create a word for it. SWIMs language skills were significantly altered during this trip.
It was hard to make sence of what was going on around him for the simple fact that he could not connect symbols and language. People were talking to him and it was hard to understand them. Word meant nothing to SWIM. He could hear people talking to him, and he knew that they were trying to communicate with him but he had no clue what they were trying to communicate. Objects lost their meaning. He would often blurt out random words which did not connect with each other in any way.
The word acid just kept going off in SWIMS mind. ACID ACID ACID ACID. SWIM just could not believe how powerful of a substance he had encountered. He wanted to tell everyone about it. He felt like he had figured out the answer to every question, in the form of a small piece of paper. SWIM just listened to music for hours while his friend drove him around. It felt like this state of mind was now SWIMs normal state of mind and that it would go on forever. At one point, SWIM forgot he even took lsd. He could not comprehend why others were not feeling the way he did. The whole concept of drugs did not even make much sence at one point in time.
The mindstate was like nothing else swim had experienced in his life. SWIM could see the music and it was just as beautiful as it sounded. SWIM was completely lost in his own little world were nothing else mattered except the present. SWIM was not concerned about the past or the future, he could not even comprehend these concepts. Time meant nothing to him. The most simple objects became complexities unimaginable to SWIM before this trip. SWIM had never seen so much light before in his life. The world was glistening and it had a thin layer over it that looked like a work of graffiti art.
When SWIM looked at the ground he could see words appearing and suddenly changing to another word. Sometimes words from the music would even appear in front of him. By moving his hand, SWIM could move the visuals up and down. It was like the most beautiful work of art forming in front of his eyes. Just when it seemed like it would stop, it just kept getting more and more complex. More colors started appearing, and the visuals became much more detailed. They just did not stop. When the visuals reached their peak complexity, they would simply change colors or change forms and start evolving again. The visuals were never static. At every moment they were changing and visuals were forming off of other visuals. The reflection of light would spread across the sky and additional reflections wouldfollow them. Everything was one big visual and it just kept getting better and better. The colors were so bright. SWIM was seeing colors which he had never seen before. Visually, this was the most intense experience SWIM has had with the exception of DMT.
SWIM finally got home and when he looked at a magazine cover, a mans face turned into a reptile and started crawling all over the place. When SWIM took a piss he noticed the water slowly turn from clear to yellow. Everything was moving in slow motion. When SWIM turned on the water, he could actually see it come out of the faucet and slowly fill up the sink. Normally, everything happens so fast that you dont really even notice change. You go from one ativity to the next witout really thinking about every step inbetween. When on LSD, every step makes itself shown. The most simple mundane thing can turn into something that you cant stop thinking about for 10 minutes.
SWIM layed down and tried to go to sleep and closed his eyes. No way would sleep be possible. With his eyes closed, SWIM could make anything happen. He started to think about acid and all the different kinds of blotters he had seen on erowid. Suddenly, the blotter would appear right infront of him. Then it would change into some other complex shape or pattern until swim thought about something else. Everything was morphing from one shape to the next, and thoughts because visible. Everything SWIM thought about, he saw. When SWIM opened his eyes, he saw a bright neon green buddah. The buddah was moving around his wall for a while until it transformed into a heart. This was definitely the peak of the experience. SWIM became a bit scared at one point. The visuals were just overwealming. SWIM started to question why he took this drug. The visuals were just so intense. As soon as one thing would appear, it would morph into another thing. Immedietly after SWIM realized what was happening to him, something else would happen. Talk about sensory overload.
SWIm woke up the next day with a wonderful afterglow. He just couldnt believe what he had been through. It was definitely a mystical experience, life changing experience, ++++ experience, call it what you want. Nothing SWIM had expected, but everything he had ever wanted, summed up into 12 hours and 4 tiny sheets of paper. Its really quite funny to think about, how much of an impact those four tiny sheets of paper have had on swims life. So small yet so significant. Where would he be today without this experience???? who knows really. In all honesty, this experience has not been topped by any research chemical, nor does SWIM believe it ever will be. Words cannot adaquetly describe this night. Our language simply does not have words to represent the feelings swim experienced. SWIM could write a book on the experience and still no one would have any idea how powerful of a drug lsd is. You can only read so much about a drug. Sooner or later if you want to know what it feels like to be on LSD your just going to have to take lsd. SWIM jumped at this opportunity and it was probably the best decision he has made in his life.
Psychadelic drugs are powerful tools that can take your mind to places you never thought existed. SWIM was in a state of complete bliss. He temporarily left this world which is filled with hate and sorrow and entered a place where no such words exist. A place where only the concepts of peace and love were known. A place so strange yet so frimilar at the same time. It felt like he had been there before. It felt like home.
Okay that is all for now. This is the first time SWIM has written his first lsd experience in detail. SWIM will add more details and specifics in the future, he just felt it was necessary to write this down. This was the first of 12 LSD experiences and the most enlightening of any experience with lsd. lsd is truly a gift. why it is outlawed is completely beyond me. It shows so much potential to change people and even to change the world. Im not sying everyone should take lsd. There are some people who should definitely steer clear of this drug. However, there are some people who could greatly benefit from this drug, SWIM included.
SWIM would like to note, these were the most clean/powerful hits of lsd he has taken. SWIm was on ~500ug that night which is only half a mg! That is not a lot of material. LSd is just so potent and so profound. We as human beings are truly blessed with the ability to take this drug. SWIM is stoned right now so sorry if some of this is unclear. If anyone notices any typos or grammatical errors just tell swim so he can correct them.
hopefully someone benefits from this report. LSd is definitely where it is at. In all honesty, I would trade lsd for every one of Shulgins magical chemicals. LSD is the origional yet still holds a place in SWIMs heart that no other chemical has been able to replace. Sorry DOC, sorry 2c-e, sorry 4-ho-mipt. It is in SWIMs opinion that lsd is one of the greatest products of human imagination and one of the greatest icons of the human race. No other species is as advanced as us an no other species has the ablity to decide if they want to take lsd. thats why it is so great being a human, so many choices.
Its truly a tragedy that lsd was made illegal. It just shows how fucked up society is. thats about it. More to come later but SWIM is tired now.
Yesterday SWIM was given 1 baby angel tab that he was told to be 300ug. He figured 300ug should be enough for a good time, but i guess he was wrong or lied to.
4:50pm- the tab was put under his tongue and left there until it turned into a soggy mess then it was swollowed. His tongue and gums got numb radiating out from where the tab was. No taste at all though.
5:40- the first faint affects were being noticed. temperature changes were evident and his fingertips and feet felt kind of warm and numb. no visuals noted.
6:00- SWIM and his friend who he was tripping with hiked back into some local woods to their favorite smoking spot called the perch. It was a large rock formation over looking a river. By this time his whole body was warm and tingly, but at the same time numb. Mild mild visuals were noted. Although there werent the normal trails and shadow games SWIM sees on LSD. it was more like the rapids in the river were a bit more bright and interesting, but everything was coverd with a slight haze.
6:20- SWIM and his buddy smoke a blunt. This seems to enhance SWIMS visuals a bit. But again things just seemed more interesting rather than distorted, and still a haze over everything. The body high is steadily climbing becoming very noticeable at this point. It almost feels like MDMA, touching and rubbing feel amazing.
7:00- SWIM and his buddy run back to the road through the dark woods. This is very interesting. SWIM feels like he's floating while running throught the rough terrain, it seemed very smooth and consistent even when the trail was anything but that. After this fatigue sets in a bit and the two are feeling very lazy. The visuals are at their peak right now for SWIM. But they are still just brightness differences among an haze.
7:10- SWIMs other buddy comes and picks them up and they go for a ride. At this point SWIM and his trip buddy are constantly going from very cold to very hot. Now in the car the only visuals seen is that damned haze that blurs everything. Still feeling an amazing body high though. The giggling has definately set in too.
7:10-8:10- SWIM and his buddies drive around looking at big houses with accent lights all over the place in awe. Still no visuals. Still rubbing himself all over because it feels amazing.
8:15- SWim and his friends go to a local shopping center to see some more friends. here all the lights from the stores are very attention grabbing but no visuals are noted. They get tired of this and decide to smoke some more pot.
8:30-11:00- They drive around these old back roads smoking another blunt. SWIM leans over so all he can see is the tops of the trees in the headlights but not the road at all. It is much like a roller coaster, lots of fun. Still no visuals. But the body high is at its peak.
11:00-11:30- They just sit in their car listneing to music finishing of the trip people watching. people are walking around talking going about their business and SWIM and his friend are watching them from the car with tinted windows. occasionally they step outside to stand up and smoke a cigarette. While outside people tallking doesnt sound like english, in fact it doesnt sound like a language at all just crazy noises. This is the last wave of the trip.
11:30-3:00am- SWIM and his friend go to a party and just hang out with some friends smoke a little more, but they are not really tripping any more.
SWIm was a bit dissapointed in this experience because he loves the visuals the most and he got none, how wierd. This is what leads him to believe either it wasnt 300ug, SWIM has a high tolerance for no reason, or it was LSD, even though there were many likenesses to previous acid trips. The last time he tripped on acid was 2 years ago. Either way it was still alot of fun and it was free so he cant complain i guess.
Swim went to Vegoose last year for the Halloween weekend.. This is a huge concert with many bands, and Swim's favorite was Phil Lesh and Friends... Swim was staying in the Stratosphere, right on the Vegas strip, and had the room with 2 friends for the week.. As the day of the first set of shows rolled around, Swim got in the taxi and headed to the event..
Swim's friends had people to meet and one was gonna find a ticket, so swim headed in to check out Atmosphere in one tent, since he was comin on soon... After Atmosphere, swim wandered over to where Phil was playin, in the Sam Boyd stadium, and stopped on the stairs, hopin to catch up with his friends..
Then Swim sees a good buddy from tour and gives him a hug and they chit chat a little.. Then the guy pulls out a vial of family fluff, and asks swim would he like to dose? Of course, swim says and is given a drop of liquid.. Well, swim is no lightweight, and is used to eating 5-10 for a nice experience(much more many times, especially in his younger years), so he tells his buddy, well my boy was gonna feed me a ten strip... The buddy says, "Oh, you want more?" Swim says sure, and his buddy then puts 6-7 more drops in his hand, which swim then licks..
Swim walks in with his buddy and wanders in to the venue to sit down.. At this time, his head begins to sweat, and his buddy tries to hand him a paper and a nugget to roll.. By now, Swim is getting too spun to bother tryin to roll one, and tells his buddy this.. Then his buddy says, "I told you, you only needed one.."
At this point, Swim heads toward the porta potty... (turns out that was a bottle of concentrate, which will make about 10 bottles of normal strength LSD) As swim approaches the porta potty he notices the line, and is panicked.. He starts to dry heave and sweat is pouring from his head, so the guy in front, says go ahead buddy, and swim enters the stall.. Swim cannot pee or puke at this point and stands there getting more wasted by the second.. Swim doesn't end up even using the john, and wanders back out, when he feels he wants to go back in.. He looks at the line and starts apologizing to people for being in the way, when everything seems to get thick, like he is under water...
Swim tries for a bit to let go and as Phil is playing, he starts to forget how trashed he is.. Swim then begins to get visions in his head, which are still only fragmented ideas. When he opens his eyes, he sees a sea of friendly family that begin to lose faces and become balls of energy and light.. Then inside swims head, he has a very meaningful trip that is almost beyond words, in which he understands all good and evil and is one with the universe.. Swim becomes god and everything plays out in his own mind...
Somehow, though, in the middle of all this, swim must have been running through the crowd, swimming on the concrete(all reports from people who saw him), and winds up getting taken by ambulance to the emergency room.
Swim has no clue how he wound up there, and is missing his shoes.. He wakes up strapped to the bed, and notices IV marks in his arms, has no clue where he is, and the nurses are tellin him he was on something and was acting beligerant... It seems swim is totally down from his trip, and this was probably due to a dose of thorazine.. Swim is kind of upset he was robbed of his trip..
They then ask swim to give a urine sample, and he says, "fine, if you unstrap me." They tell him no, and that he either pees in the jug or they will give a catheter.. Swim tries to figure out how he can pee in a jug laying in in a bed with his arms and legs strapped, when the nurses come in to pull down his pants... She grabs ahold of his manhood and tries to stick the catheter in, when swim starts squirming and hollering..
She gives up and leaves the room for a second.. Well, since swim really did have to pee, and his pants were down, he decided to go ahead and just pee... To his surprise, this worked, and they give up on getting a urine sample.. They removes his clothes that got wet, and bring him a pair of scrubs, and eventually after another hour or so, they discharge him and call him a cab..
Swim has to get in the cab barefoot, in scrubs, and pay $50 to get back to the Stratosphere, walk in through the casino to get to his room, where he passes out for the next day and a half... Swim missed the whole next day of shows, and when he got up, he had to borrow his friends shoes and take a cab to go buy a pair of payless shoes, just so he can leave the hotel.. The thorazine seems to have taken more out of swim than the LSD ever would have..
Swim's discharge papers say:
Diagnosis: Altered level of consciousness -resolved-
Swim had roughly 70 hits, he finds out when he talks to the friend who dosed him, since it was concentrate.. Each drop is like your avg ten strip..
Yesterday. Ohhhh, yesterday. One and a half hits of E. Pluribus Newman blotters were taken by SWIM and his girlfriend (One hit taken first. Half a hit taken about 2 hours later). SWIM weighs about 135 pounds, and the trip lasted SWIM about 10-12 hours.
The day was beautiful. Sunny, warm, nice clouds in the sky. They took them at a very close friends house who let them use her yard and house to wander around.
Anyway, these blotters were VERY visual and great feeling (says SWIM).
Watching the clouds was amazing. They looked like there were hundreds of layers in one cloud, all whispiring around, swirling about in a smokey/fire like fashion. Even the blank blue sky started rippling and was covered in rainbow haze.
SWIM soon found his surroundings almost exactly like being in a Van Gogh painting, kind of like in the movie 'What Dreams May Come'. It was amazing, everything felt perfect. GREAT visuals, crazy trails, lovely colors. Amazing.
During their peak a rabbit came out to nibble on some grass right near where they were sitting, and stayed there, 15 feet away for 2 hours (even the person not tripping was amazed at how unphased it was to our presence).
SWIM felt like he was being pulled into the rabbit world and really wanted to become a rabbit and learn the ways. Meanwhile, the rabbits fur had the most brilliant patterns on it, as it morphed around like a slinky with a fur coat around it. Then at other times, the rabbit would be completely unphased by SWIMS hallucinations, but everything around the rabbit would turn into very wild metallic patterns, completely unrecognizable to the real world. Very strange to see crazy patterns/metallic swirly water-like waves projecting to and fro the rabbit, which remained completely normal. SWIM definately felt as though the rabbit was very at ease with us, or knew something was 'different' with us. This was the most pleasant part of the trip, for SWIM. They decided (being a day before easter) that if the Easter Bunny did exist, this was surely him. Anyway, they named him Wattson.
The most intense part of SWIMs trip was when he would start laughing uncontrollably and fall back into the grass. A few times this happened, where suddenly every peice of his reality was being pulled away from him. SWIM was sent through a vortex with whirly jigs, flashing bright Las Vegas casino lights (god knows where this came from... Las Vegas was probably the last thing in SWIMs subconscience). Right as SWIM would be just about pulled away from reality, he would snap back up, feeling completely normal (well, trip-wise).
These little vortex rides were very fun and soothing. SWIM would do nothing to try and explain to the others what he was feeling and seeing, but tried SO HARD.
Inside the house was very bizarre. Paintings (lots and lots of them. Many Van Gogh paintings. This seemed to be SWIMS theme for the trip. Being in a lovely Van Gogh-like painting world) were like shadow boxes with many layers, all of which swirled about and gave SWIM a feeling of pure bliss.
SWIM got lost in one of the houses Van Gogh paintings, and soon found himself about 4 inches away, totally lost inside the painting.
Watching TV was very strange as well. The TV picture seemed to be the only thing left that was moving about and morphing around, leaving crazy trails behind each and every movement. This was very strange because almost nothing else was moving around at this point. Only the picture on the TV. This alone started SWIMs trip up again and again, and got some anxiety and feared it might take over, so SWIM took 15mg of Valium. This helped a lot. The valium took the anxiety away, and really let me look at the reality of the situation, and realize this was just a drug, and the feelings would go away. And they did.
Sleep did not come easy, and SWIM found himself still half tripping about 12 hours later. Very slightly, but one last hurrah of crazy wild hallucinations took over about 10-11 hours after. SWIM was laying in bed watching TV, and his Yuengling sign busted out of its 2-Dimensional casing, transforming into the oh so wonderful swirly/whispy psychadelic 3D ripples he was blessed with hours before. This was pretty much the last of the trip.
SWIM says there is so much more to the trip, but it simply can NOT be typed into words. I don't think SWIM can ever explain what blissful sensations he was feeling, and the amazing things he saw. Especially when being pulled from reality and down the Las Vegas vortex. There was so much comfort. It was perfect.
I'm VERY jealous of SWIM, because he says this was the most wonderful trip he has ever had the pleasure to experience.
This was the second time taking E. Pluribus Newman (both dealers called them 'Flying Pyramids'. BS in my opinion), both times were very very visual for SWIM.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this fictional story. Happy tripping!