[EDIT] After posting this reply I realized this might be the wrong thread for this story. Anywas regarding high vs. low, I do prefer "low" dosage trips, where I can still quite normally interact with the outside world.
Hi guys, here's the story of my heaviest trip on LSD so far. I triped 18 times in my life, the heaviest one was the 15th time. All my trips before that were successful, means I never felt particullary unwell and was unfamiliar with "horror-trips". According to all the dealers trip 1 to 14 have been in the range of 80-300mcg. Nr. 15 tho was so uncompareably stronger that I don't want to give a dosage. Because that would be in the range of 700-800mcg which I know from other reports it couldnt be. My conclusion was that all my previous trips must have been a much lower dosage and that any dosage information is inreliable unless you produced the LSD yourself.
So.. Setting: Ozora (best freakin party ever), Afternoon, it's very hot, Mainfloor, ca. 5000 people on and around the floor sitting on the hills.
Me and a couple friends where sitting behind the stage. I exchanged some mescalin against LSD because I never had mescalin and I was scared of a bad trip. How ironic that was. It was a orange Buddha-Blotter lying on alu foliage in which other blotters have been. I licked the foliage after I had the Buddha in my mouth.
I felt it coming heavily. Like everyday the firemens arrived in their red truck on the mainstage. 3 firemen stood on the roof of the truck and splashed water on the dancing people. I immediately ran there and started to dance with them. What a joy that was!
After that I walked towards the mainstage and dried in the sun. I was already as heavy tripping as my heaviest trip before. But I could still handle it. I observed that giant crowd of people. People everwhere, you could turn 360 degrees and faces where everywhere, because that area is like a pit and people where sitting all around the hill. I knew and I felt that most of them where on drugs, so many on acid. The music gave them hold and peace. Atmos was playing at that time.
It became stronger and stronger with every passing minute. I felt myself loosing control. Fear arised inside me. I felt very hot and dehydrated. I went to my friends place and told them I'm having troubles. I tried to meditate, calm myself down, surrender to the trip. But I couldn't. I still don't know why. I probably had some deep fear.
I suddenly wanted to go to my tent, be alone and calm down. I went uphill towards the tendplace. But then I remembered that the music helps alot to distract and channel those enorm energys that I felt whirling inside me. So walked back down the hill. But I found myself in the same situation again so I ran back up the hill towards the tend. People started to look at me. Some asked questions. Or didn't they? I turned back to the mainfloor and people started to cheer like it was the right thing to do for me to stay with the music. But I was unsure and ran back up. They questioned again. I ran back down, they cheered and smiled. Of course in reality the cheering sound was from people cheering at the DJ but on higher doses the acid-mind starts to connect every sensory input with oneself.
So after running up and down the hill for about 6 times I realized that I wasn't ok. (lol) I saw the medic truck next to the mainstage. I ran over there. I had strong optics, every single face on that huge pit was turned towards me. I reached the tend. I told a medic:
"Help me, please! Too much LSD in my head! Dalai Lamas!"(cause i thought they knew about the blotters circulating around the party)
They told me to calm down brought me to a wagon, she told me she has to get an injection. I waited. It was unbareable. My whole being was stired up, I was like a piece of wood floating on a giant ocean, no hold. I couldn't stand it and ran away, the medic called after me but I couldn't hear him anymore. I dived into the mainstage crowd. I stumbled into some people. An older man gave me some pot to calm down which of course it didnt.
I ran towards the back where there was a lot of mud. I fell into it. I was a mess. I screamed like hell cause I had this unbareable psychic pain. Medics came after me, and asked me after my address and my name. I screamed it a couple times towards them and didn't understand why they need that and how that should help my situation. I think they managed to give me an injection or a couple pills, I don't remember. I crouched in the mud. People stood around me, trying to calm me, asking what my problem was. A voice in my head said: "If you want to be enlightened you need to suffer!" I thought, I HOPED I was already unconcious soon waking up in a hospital bed. But i wasn't.
When the human brain is facing a strong problem he will try every logic solution to solve it. Once they all fail and the problem continues it will start to use illogical ones... I bit my finger. I sticked my tongue towards the mud. I took all my cloth off. I was lying naked in the mud between thousands of people. I didn't care. I wanted it to stop for any price. And that is the worst thought one can have on a trip. After an erternity of suffering (probably only one hour passed during that whole thing) it became weaker.
A group of people where watching over me. I constantly huged them and yelled "Love! Love!" A guy who stayed a while with me gave me some of his towels that he bound like a toga around me. I remembered telling him "That's gay!". I later felt so sorry for saying that ^^ but I think he didn't mind. I finally felt in control again. And from that moment on everything was alright again. The suffering was over. I felt happy, reborn. I found my friends sitting at our tend. They laughed at me when they saw that I'm covered with mud. I sat there I gave them a brief info of what happened. I had beautiful optics around me, the air was wavering gas whirling between the gras. I went to shower, then to sleep.
That event caused the worst feelings I ever had in my life. I learned a lot from it. I had to think of that event every day for a good year. The solution to my problems would have been to surrender. And honestly just to tuff it out. Being on strong trips doesn't always feel pleasant. And just because I was trying so desperately to make it stop it got that bad. Sitting still and not moving around is also very important. Because by moving around you don't give your brain the chance to get used to the new situation because you constantly have new impulses. So just chill. Having friends around you that give you love and hold is very important too.
I don't know if anyone reads through that whole thing, if you did, thank you very much!
