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Hey all, first post here so be gentle . I don’t think this qualifies as a trip report so I’m just putting it here.
Around the beginning of November I took 400µg of LSD. This was my third trip, the first two were around 175µg. Both of those times were lovely, relatively easy trips with some cool visuals, amazing experiences listening to music, intimacy with my wife (she tripped with me the second time), etc. More or less what it seems most people get from an acid trip, at least as much as something so personal can generalize.
The larger dose, however, really messed me up. This was a different batch than the first trip, but passed an Enrlich test as LSD. Setting was my apartment during a weekend, and I was in a normal, healthy state of mind as far as I know. No prior history or family history of severe mental illness. The come up was very nice, if a bit intense. However, by the time things began to peak I was barely in control of myself. By the time I peaked, I wasn’t actually in control of my body anymore, and it was like watching a play through my eyes. I had no real access to my body, and it felt like someone else was in control of me. Sometimes I was there, watching, and other times I lost time and “blacked out” for long periods (20-30 mins) while my subconscious continued to move my body. During this time I apparently engaged in some bizarre and repetitive behaviors (being enamored with my penis, continuously walking up and down the stairs 20 or 30 times in a row, talking to myself, opening and closing the fridge). At some point, I tried to go outside (in my boxers) and this was worrying enough for my wife (trip sitter) to have to eventually restrain me until I stopped peaking and slept off the rest of the trip after throwing up. Again, I was rarely actually in control of myself during this trip. During the times I was, I was very judgement impaired, but it was still me. The other times I was either just watching or “blacked out”.
The strangest part of this for me was that almost everything that happened during my trip was something I had previously experienced while dreaming, sometimes from dreams from years ago I had totally forgotten. Not in a “I had a premonition of what would happen” way, more like a “I had to live out dreams/nightmares for a few hours” way. It was a profound experience in some sense, but mostly confusing and scary for both myself and my trip sitter as she was quite worried about me overpowering her (we’ve talked this through since then).
Since then I’ve had persistent (though decreasingly frequent and less intense) bouts of extreme Deja Vu, where I’m faced with a nearly crippling feeling of “I’ve been here in a million past lives,” especially if I smoke weed. A few weeks backed I tried 50µg of this same acid and it was fine during the peak, but that same Deja Vu hit hard during the come down and made me really uncomfortable and anxious and definitely killed the vibe. Since then I’ve laid off all substances expect caffeine and started journaling every night, that’s definitely helped.
Has anyone else experienced this “losing agency” during an acid trip? Is this was people mean by ego death? If I took a similar dose again, is the same deal likely to happen? Thanks for reading, I know it was kinda long and rambling, part of this post is looking for advice on how to proceed and part of this was just trying to get some stuff off my chest.
Around the beginning of November I took 400µg of LSD. This was my third trip, the first two were around 175µg. Both of those times were lovely, relatively easy trips with some cool visuals, amazing experiences listening to music, intimacy with my wife (she tripped with me the second time), etc. More or less what it seems most people get from an acid trip, at least as much as something so personal can generalize.
The larger dose, however, really messed me up. This was a different batch than the first trip, but passed an Enrlich test as LSD. Setting was my apartment during a weekend, and I was in a normal, healthy state of mind as far as I know. No prior history or family history of severe mental illness. The come up was very nice, if a bit intense. However, by the time things began to peak I was barely in control of myself. By the time I peaked, I wasn’t actually in control of my body anymore, and it was like watching a play through my eyes. I had no real access to my body, and it felt like someone else was in control of me. Sometimes I was there, watching, and other times I lost time and “blacked out” for long periods (20-30 mins) while my subconscious continued to move my body. During this time I apparently engaged in some bizarre and repetitive behaviors (being enamored with my penis, continuously walking up and down the stairs 20 or 30 times in a row, talking to myself, opening and closing the fridge). At some point, I tried to go outside (in my boxers) and this was worrying enough for my wife (trip sitter) to have to eventually restrain me until I stopped peaking and slept off the rest of the trip after throwing up. Again, I was rarely actually in control of myself during this trip. During the times I was, I was very judgement impaired, but it was still me. The other times I was either just watching or “blacked out”.
The strangest part of this for me was that almost everything that happened during my trip was something I had previously experienced while dreaming, sometimes from dreams from years ago I had totally forgotten. Not in a “I had a premonition of what would happen” way, more like a “I had to live out dreams/nightmares for a few hours” way. It was a profound experience in some sense, but mostly confusing and scary for both myself and my trip sitter as she was quite worried about me overpowering her (we’ve talked this through since then).
Since then I’ve had persistent (though decreasingly frequent and less intense) bouts of extreme Deja Vu, where I’m faced with a nearly crippling feeling of “I’ve been here in a million past lives,” especially if I smoke weed. A few weeks backed I tried 50µg of this same acid and it was fine during the peak, but that same Deja Vu hit hard during the come down and made me really uncomfortable and anxious and definitely killed the vibe. Since then I’ve laid off all substances expect caffeine and started journaling every night, that’s definitely helped.
Has anyone else experienced this “losing agency” during an acid trip? Is this was people mean by ego death? If I took a similar dose again, is the same deal likely to happen? Thanks for reading, I know it was kinda long and rambling, part of this post is looking for advice on how to proceed and part of this was just trying to get some stuff off my chest.