Thanks for the advice, Solipsis. I did end up taking 200 mcg (approximately, of course) last night.
It was quite easily the most intense drug experience of my life, and that includes the salvia that I smoked. Eventually, after a few more trips at varying dosages, I think I will better understand exactly what happened to me, but until then it's only a partially formed puzzle.
Let me recount a bit of my experience for the benefit of anyone that would take the time to read my report.
I dosed at 6:24 P.M. PST with great anticipation. I was a little uneasy about the fact that I could no longer control what would happen to me following this action, but I find that that anxiety is suffocated by wonder once you are thrust into that magical new world.
At one point, even though it had only been an hour and I was most definitely feeling the onset of effects, I began to suspect that I had been given a substance separate from LSD since it felt eerily similar to 2c-i, but I soon realized that that was not the case. I was outside at this moment of understanding, and when I glanced down at the ground I saw a smirking figure; a wraith born from the careful placement of sand and shadow, one that knew my inner thoughts and wore that painted expression because it understood exactly how little I expected what came next, and... somehow, though I openly mocked this notion in my own mind, I knew that this was a representation of the chemical I had ingested, that she (LSD) would show me exactly how mistaken I was, and, sure enough, during the peak, when I went to recall that instant, I felt as though it were LSD herself traveling back through time to teach me what I had neglected to take the time to learn.
The best part of all of this is that I only felt anxious during the come up. As SOON as I started to get slight patterning on the walls, my anxiety dissipated and I was able to immerse myself in the experience completely. I did remain lucid for a large majority of the trip, and was able to converse with a friend about what I was experiencing (though to what degree of legibility I cannot say, he claimed that it made perfect sense to him, and I'm inclined to believe that since he has tried mushrooms himself on two separate occasions and could relate a great deal to what I was experiencing), which I'm sure helped to lessen the blow of having my mind ripped from my skull and trampled on (gently and with great care, of course.)
At the peak my body became very foreign to me; it was as though I was receding from this world into an ethereal state where only the mind exists.
The trip lasted about 9 hours and when I went to sleep at 3:40 A.M. (exhaustion had set in) I was still in the throes of a very mild form of introspection brought on by the LSD. Technically still tripping, though only slightly compared to where I had been.
I do feel that most of what I experienced was simply my consciousness' manner of instruction, that it personified objects in order to teach me something. An illusion borne from the desire of an awakening, if you will.
I think that's enough for now. Maybe I'll write up a detailed trip report when I can recall better the chronology of the trip.
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