LSD: The Good, The bad, and The Ugly
It was a cool fall day in 2007. The night before, I had found roughly twenty or so doses of LSD. Looking back on this experience and on other experiences that I have had with LSD, I would say that these hits were very clean. I estimate that they were in the range of 80-100 micrograms. (In total i consumed 3 hits)
The day started early, around eleven in the morning. My friends and I started the journey by placing the three blotters on our tongues. They were tasteless, a good sign that they were pure LSD. After about twenty minutes I began to feel the effects of the drug take a hold of my body. I felt awkward, with anxiety washing over me. In the background, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was playing. As every minute passed the movie became more and more awkward with long pauses in between dialogue. Two sober girls entered the room to observe us for a while. As soon as the door opened, I could feel something in the room change. The room shifted from being normal with my friends and me tripping, to a bunch of bizarre and awkward conversations with the two girls. There were very strange vibes coming from the girls. I felt unbearably awkward around them. The two girls left some time later, which felt like a life time. We suited up for a journey around campus, armed with Ipods. The ipods had a specially made sound track for this adventure, featuring Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, and some of the other greatest classic rock songs. The music sounded wonderful, like I have never heard music before.
We set out on a cross campus journey to see the school like never before. Walking by people was very strange; they almost looked like they knew something that we did not. Walking towards campus was interesting. The trees in the distance were twirling and dancing. We walked over a bridge that took us over a pond. We stopped for a while to look at the water. I looked down at the water and was almost surprised to see myself looking back up. The image of me on the water was morphing and swirling in different colors, with the ripples of the water distorting the image even more. I felt like a child that was looking at the ripples in the water for the first time. I stared into the water with amazement. For how long we were there is unknown, it felt like hours, in reality probably a few minutes. After realizing that we looked like we were on drugs, we decided to move on. While walking around campus, I was amazed at the hallucinations that I was having. The cement pathways were different colors moving around in geometric and arrow shapes. The buildings and trees took on a cartoon like appearance. We came upon a piece of landscape that was constructed with boulders to look like a pond. We stopped and observed the landscape for a while. For the first time I could clearly see how this landscape looked like a pond. It took to life and real pond was born, with waves and different hues of water. Each bolder had its own pattern with different hues swirling and have wave like movements.
Back in the room, we sat in my room and listened to classic rock. The music was beautiful. My room has many black lights, and trippy posters of all the walls. On the ceiling there are hand prints that glow under the black lights. There is writing all over the wall, pictures, and peace signs that glowed brilliantly under the black light. These drawing do not show up very well while sober, but while under the influence of hallucinogens they shun like the sun. The hands on the ceiling were moving all over, almost waving at us. I did not like the hand print through. To me they resembled hands of Jews that were in cattle cars or gas chamber, pushing against each other to get out. This gave me a very bad feeling and I knew that I could no longer look at them. I changed my location and we all began to chill out and just listen to music and talk about what we were seeing and feeling. The peak of the trip set in as soon as the song Teenage Wasteland began to play. It was so amazing, it rendered everyone speechless. The song lasted for hours, I was lost in each and every individual word, stroke of the guitar, and beat of the drum. As soon as the song ended, we all looked at each other in amazement, and knew that this was truly a beautiful experience.
The trip was going well and then we decided that we should up the experience by smoking a bowl. While hitting the bowl, I lost all sense of time and had no idea how long I had been hitting it for. By instinct, I knew that it was time to exhale; I bent over to the fan and blew it out the window. The buzzing noise that the fan gave off was almost ear tickling, as if I could feel the noise touching my ear drum. I listened for quite some time, when I started to talk into the fan, my mind was blown. I could not believe that the voice that was coming out of my mouth was my own, my mind was officially blown. I rolled around on the ground laughing, and then I forgot what I was laughing about. This made me lose my mind in fear that I had gone mentally insane. I remained laying on the ground watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas with the only sound being Pink Floyd blaring in the background. There was some kind of geometric pattern that was engulfing the room, taking over everything that I was looking at. I thought that maybe if I focused on the movie I would not see this pattern coming towards me. Slowly but surely the pattern seeped through into the movie. First on the ground, then the walls, all over Jonny Depp’s pant, and it began to move up to his shirt, onto his face then even in his eyes. I became overwhelmed and started to lose my footing in reality. I had this strong urge that I was part of some kind of rotary machine that was going to pick me up and move me into a different room. Soon enough, something picked me up and made by walk over to the other room. It wasn’t a normal walk, but I felt that I was being pushed and being inserted into a different part of the machine. While walking it seemed like I was walking on a sphere and on the edge of falling off.
I lay on the couch by myself listing to music. I felt that I was part of the music; I depend on the next stroke of the guitar. I began to analyze everything in my life; I began to analyze life itself. What is life? What is the meaning? I had figured out the meaning to life, I could envision it, like a tangible object that I could hold. As soon as I figured it out I felt amazing, but as soon as I realized what it was and that I had it, I forgot it and lost any idea of what it was. I could feel myself falling further and further from the meaning. This cycle of knowledge and forgetting happened many times, it was very frustrating.
At this point I started to be convinced that I had lost to this chemical. I thought that I was insane and was never going back. I thought of my family and what they would think about the fact that I threw my life away because I was doing LSD. I thought that I would have to be admitted into a hospital and be a zombie on Seroquel. Thousands of negative thoughts raced through my mind. I realized that it was just a bad trip and that It would be over and I could go back to normal. I had to repeat this to myself over and over just to keep calm. While this is all going on, I am still on this rotary machine being tossed around from room to room with no control of when I wanted to get up and move. I ended back in the room with all the loud music and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Laying there I stared at the Jew hands, taking shapes as faces looking down at me.
I took another hit from the bong, and the trip got even crazier. Laying back down I could hear the music and the movie from different ears, alternating back and forth. The music felt as if it was coming from left, then right, then up, then down. The music would get quite, then loud and the same would happen with the movie. The picture of the screen began to lift off of the rest of the TV and it would shrink and grow. With all if this happening I began to feel pressure on my ears. The pressure was mounting, more and more every minute second. I could feel the pressure being compacted into my head into a spherical shape in my head. I could visualize the pressure getting smaller and smaller, down to the size of a pea, then it would pop and my ears were all better. Of course this happened over and over. It came that time again, I could feel the machine coming around to pick me up and take me to the other room. I made my way over to the other room, where I had the mast intense hallucinations of my life.
This will be hard to understand so bear with me. I was laying on the futon by myself, with all the lights off, and just some Pink Floyd playing. I began to notice that I could see the dust in the air. The dust was reflecting light that was coming off the little LEDs around the room. I began to see beams of light all throughout the room. All of the beams of light were slowly coming together to form some kind of cylinder in the air. The music had a large part of these hallucinations; every stroke of the guitar, more and more beams of light would join together. The music was slowed down so much that I could hear every single note from every single instrument in the song. When all the beams of light in the room came together, the music would force the cylinder to spin. I became part of this cylinder and also began to spin. After the spinning stopped, I thought to myself, what the fuck was that. A few seconds later, I forgot what happened, and the whole process started again. The cycle of spinning and forgetting went on for quite some time, but every time it happened I could remember one piece of information. I began to put the pieces together and I could anticipate what was going to happen. I was now having an extremely bad trip. I had convinced myself that there was no going back to sanity. I had lost my grip with reality. Of course I did not tell anyone because I did not want to ruin their trip. I was still on this cyclical machine forcing me to go back and forth from room to room, with the patterns coming at me and all the light beaming together spinning and throwing me off balance. The feeling of paranoia now set in, I was convinced that all my friends were talking about me. Like they knew I was having a bad trip. I thought I might have said something that I regretted, but I could not remember if I actually said anything. Pacing back and forth between rooms I could hear them talking about something; I automatically assumed they were speaking about me. I go back to the room by myself and lay on the couch with the music still playing in the back ground. The music was so distorted and every song seemed like it would never end.
Still convinced that I had lost my mind, I thought back to the first time that I had tripped on LSD. My friend had gone into a bad trip and it was my job to try to bring him back to reality. It did not work for him; he was willing to do anything to escape the power of the drug. He had to be subdued with Xanax. The most important thing that I remembered from the experience was telling him that “it was just a drug and it would ware off eventually.” I began to repeat this phrase to myself, over and over. It worked, I began to calm down. I was able to calm myself down, but the bad trip was still lingering in the back of my mind. Eventually when the weed wore off the bad trip went away altogether. Emerging from this bad trip is one of the most amazing moments in my life. I felt as if I was a new person, with all the negativity in my life left behind. Having this bad trip and being able to make it through without the aid of Benzos is the most rewarding experience of my life. This trip made be understand the meaning of LSD, that it is not just a drug, but a tool. A tool that can be used in many positive ways to fix one’s self.
Thank you for reading my tale of the most intense trip I have ever had. I hope that next time you are in that situation that you will remember that it is only a drug and it will ware off. Keep calm and repeat the phrase to yourself.
substancecode_LSD
methodcode_oral
It was a cool fall day in 2007. The night before, I had found roughly twenty or so doses of LSD. Looking back on this experience and on other experiences that I have had with LSD, I would say that these hits were very clean. I estimate that they were in the range of 80-100 micrograms. (In total i consumed 3 hits)
The day started early, around eleven in the morning. My friends and I started the journey by placing the three blotters on our tongues. They were tasteless, a good sign that they were pure LSD. After about twenty minutes I began to feel the effects of the drug take a hold of my body. I felt awkward, with anxiety washing over me. In the background, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was playing. As every minute passed the movie became more and more awkward with long pauses in between dialogue. Two sober girls entered the room to observe us for a while. As soon as the door opened, I could feel something in the room change. The room shifted from being normal with my friends and me tripping, to a bunch of bizarre and awkward conversations with the two girls. There were very strange vibes coming from the girls. I felt unbearably awkward around them. The two girls left some time later, which felt like a life time. We suited up for a journey around campus, armed with Ipods. The ipods had a specially made sound track for this adventure, featuring Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, and some of the other greatest classic rock songs. The music sounded wonderful, like I have never heard music before.
We set out on a cross campus journey to see the school like never before. Walking by people was very strange; they almost looked like they knew something that we did not. Walking towards campus was interesting. The trees in the distance were twirling and dancing. We walked over a bridge that took us over a pond. We stopped for a while to look at the water. I looked down at the water and was almost surprised to see myself looking back up. The image of me on the water was morphing and swirling in different colors, with the ripples of the water distorting the image even more. I felt like a child that was looking at the ripples in the water for the first time. I stared into the water with amazement. For how long we were there is unknown, it felt like hours, in reality probably a few minutes. After realizing that we looked like we were on drugs, we decided to move on. While walking around campus, I was amazed at the hallucinations that I was having. The cement pathways were different colors moving around in geometric and arrow shapes. The buildings and trees took on a cartoon like appearance. We came upon a piece of landscape that was constructed with boulders to look like a pond. We stopped and observed the landscape for a while. For the first time I could clearly see how this landscape looked like a pond. It took to life and real pond was born, with waves and different hues of water. Each bolder had its own pattern with different hues swirling and have wave like movements.
Back in the room, we sat in my room and listened to classic rock. The music was beautiful. My room has many black lights, and trippy posters of all the walls. On the ceiling there are hand prints that glow under the black lights. There is writing all over the wall, pictures, and peace signs that glowed brilliantly under the black light. These drawing do not show up very well while sober, but while under the influence of hallucinogens they shun like the sun. The hands on the ceiling were moving all over, almost waving at us. I did not like the hand print through. To me they resembled hands of Jews that were in cattle cars or gas chamber, pushing against each other to get out. This gave me a very bad feeling and I knew that I could no longer look at them. I changed my location and we all began to chill out and just listen to music and talk about what we were seeing and feeling. The peak of the trip set in as soon as the song Teenage Wasteland began to play. It was so amazing, it rendered everyone speechless. The song lasted for hours, I was lost in each and every individual word, stroke of the guitar, and beat of the drum. As soon as the song ended, we all looked at each other in amazement, and knew that this was truly a beautiful experience.
The trip was going well and then we decided that we should up the experience by smoking a bowl. While hitting the bowl, I lost all sense of time and had no idea how long I had been hitting it for. By instinct, I knew that it was time to exhale; I bent over to the fan and blew it out the window. The buzzing noise that the fan gave off was almost ear tickling, as if I could feel the noise touching my ear drum. I listened for quite some time, when I started to talk into the fan, my mind was blown. I could not believe that the voice that was coming out of my mouth was my own, my mind was officially blown. I rolled around on the ground laughing, and then I forgot what I was laughing about. This made me lose my mind in fear that I had gone mentally insane. I remained laying on the ground watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas with the only sound being Pink Floyd blaring in the background. There was some kind of geometric pattern that was engulfing the room, taking over everything that I was looking at. I thought that maybe if I focused on the movie I would not see this pattern coming towards me. Slowly but surely the pattern seeped through into the movie. First on the ground, then the walls, all over Jonny Depp’s pant, and it began to move up to his shirt, onto his face then even in his eyes. I became overwhelmed and started to lose my footing in reality. I had this strong urge that I was part of some kind of rotary machine that was going to pick me up and move me into a different room. Soon enough, something picked me up and made by walk over to the other room. It wasn’t a normal walk, but I felt that I was being pushed and being inserted into a different part of the machine. While walking it seemed like I was walking on a sphere and on the edge of falling off.
I lay on the couch by myself listing to music. I felt that I was part of the music; I depend on the next stroke of the guitar. I began to analyze everything in my life; I began to analyze life itself. What is life? What is the meaning? I had figured out the meaning to life, I could envision it, like a tangible object that I could hold. As soon as I figured it out I felt amazing, but as soon as I realized what it was and that I had it, I forgot it and lost any idea of what it was. I could feel myself falling further and further from the meaning. This cycle of knowledge and forgetting happened many times, it was very frustrating.
At this point I started to be convinced that I had lost to this chemical. I thought that I was insane and was never going back. I thought of my family and what they would think about the fact that I threw my life away because I was doing LSD. I thought that I would have to be admitted into a hospital and be a zombie on Seroquel. Thousands of negative thoughts raced through my mind. I realized that it was just a bad trip and that It would be over and I could go back to normal. I had to repeat this to myself over and over just to keep calm. While this is all going on, I am still on this rotary machine being tossed around from room to room with no control of when I wanted to get up and move. I ended back in the room with all the loud music and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Laying there I stared at the Jew hands, taking shapes as faces looking down at me.
I took another hit from the bong, and the trip got even crazier. Laying back down I could hear the music and the movie from different ears, alternating back and forth. The music felt as if it was coming from left, then right, then up, then down. The music would get quite, then loud and the same would happen with the movie. The picture of the screen began to lift off of the rest of the TV and it would shrink and grow. With all if this happening I began to feel pressure on my ears. The pressure was mounting, more and more every minute second. I could feel the pressure being compacted into my head into a spherical shape in my head. I could visualize the pressure getting smaller and smaller, down to the size of a pea, then it would pop and my ears were all better. Of course this happened over and over. It came that time again, I could feel the machine coming around to pick me up and take me to the other room. I made my way over to the other room, where I had the mast intense hallucinations of my life.
This will be hard to understand so bear with me. I was laying on the futon by myself, with all the lights off, and just some Pink Floyd playing. I began to notice that I could see the dust in the air. The dust was reflecting light that was coming off the little LEDs around the room. I began to see beams of light all throughout the room. All of the beams of light were slowly coming together to form some kind of cylinder in the air. The music had a large part of these hallucinations; every stroke of the guitar, more and more beams of light would join together. The music was slowed down so much that I could hear every single note from every single instrument in the song. When all the beams of light in the room came together, the music would force the cylinder to spin. I became part of this cylinder and also began to spin. After the spinning stopped, I thought to myself, what the fuck was that. A few seconds later, I forgot what happened, and the whole process started again. The cycle of spinning and forgetting went on for quite some time, but every time it happened I could remember one piece of information. I began to put the pieces together and I could anticipate what was going to happen. I was now having an extremely bad trip. I had convinced myself that there was no going back to sanity. I had lost my grip with reality. Of course I did not tell anyone because I did not want to ruin their trip. I was still on this cyclical machine forcing me to go back and forth from room to room, with the patterns coming at me and all the light beaming together spinning and throwing me off balance. The feeling of paranoia now set in, I was convinced that all my friends were talking about me. Like they knew I was having a bad trip. I thought I might have said something that I regretted, but I could not remember if I actually said anything. Pacing back and forth between rooms I could hear them talking about something; I automatically assumed they were speaking about me. I go back to the room by myself and lay on the couch with the music still playing in the back ground. The music was so distorted and every song seemed like it would never end.
Still convinced that I had lost my mind, I thought back to the first time that I had tripped on LSD. My friend had gone into a bad trip and it was my job to try to bring him back to reality. It did not work for him; he was willing to do anything to escape the power of the drug. He had to be subdued with Xanax. The most important thing that I remembered from the experience was telling him that “it was just a drug and it would ware off eventually.” I began to repeat this phrase to myself, over and over. It worked, I began to calm down. I was able to calm myself down, but the bad trip was still lingering in the back of my mind. Eventually when the weed wore off the bad trip went away altogether. Emerging from this bad trip is one of the most amazing moments in my life. I felt as if I was a new person, with all the negativity in my life left behind. Having this bad trip and being able to make it through without the aid of Benzos is the most rewarding experience of my life. This trip made be understand the meaning of LSD, that it is not just a drug, but a tool. A tool that can be used in many positive ways to fix one’s self.
Thank you for reading my tale of the most intense trip I have ever had. I hope that next time you are in that situation that you will remember that it is only a drug and it will ware off. Keep calm and repeat the phrase to yourself.
substancecode_LSD
methodcode_oral
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