WARNING:
As the title says, I will never, ever do this again and I STRONGLY recommend against ANYONE trying this combo.
In the event anyone was to ignore my advice and try it, please, reconsider. Also consider the fact that it is impossible for me to describe this well enough to make it sound nearly as unpleasant as it actually was. Basically imagine how bad this seems like it was, multiply it by infinity and divide by zero. If you are dead-set on having a hellish experience, at the very least keep the GHB much, much lower than I did. Also, for anyone that doesn't want to read all of this report, you can skip "It Begins:" and "The GHB:" and go right to "Going to Bed:"
Backgrouind:
I have had a ton of experience with psychoactive substances over the past two years. Aside from marijuana, alcohol, and Vyvanse, I started everything right after the age of 18 (by coincidence, not because I was waiting). Now about to be 20, I have tried: LSD, 25i, 25c, unidentified RC tabs, shrooms, 2C-B-FLY, MXE, K, DXM, nitrous, GHB, MDMA, MDA, DMT, Ambien, many stims benzos opiates etc, and the list goes on. Most of the substances I get my hands on are among the purest available. I'm not saying this to be cocky or arrogant, that's not my intention. I want to let it be known that when I give the substances and dosages for this trip report (and any others I may post in the future), they are very reliable unless I say otherwise, so please no "Are you sure that was ___?" questions. Also I am very good at handling myself, very well-researched (typically), and usually pretty responsible in regards to drug use.
(~20 y/o male 260 lbs)
It Begins:
It was a couple days ago when C, S, my brother A, and I were tripping on some very nice tabs of LSD. They were accurately dosed around 125ug each. C and I took one tab, A took two and a half, and S took one and a half. Five hours in, at approx. 5AM, we had come down from the peak a little while ago and knew sleep was far away. I was quite tired as this was C's first time with this quality of LSD and during the peak I had to stop him from doing some odd things (We were at my house, and my mom was home) while trying to keep my brother, A, calm. Oh, wait, I had six grams of GHB we could all use to unwind! A and I had done GHB, but C and S had been wanting to try it after I had explained it to them a while back. None of us had combined it with Acid but the entire night I had been thinking it sounded like an extremely pleasant combo. A had a couple shots of Southern Comfort and took around .5g of GHB (Not the best combo but he had a small tolerance to alcohol at the time and didn't feel much of it). S took one gram, and C took half a gram. I, however, did the fucking rest. Four grams of GHB not too long after the peak of an LSD trip with no prior experience and minimal research regarding the combo of LSD & GHB. I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to make this mistake, but I recognized it as one almost immediately.
The GHB:
Just minutes after ingesting the GHB, I started to feel great. When walking I felt very float-y, like I had a weightless body, but unlike any sensation I had ever felt. Euphoria was starting to sweep over me, and I was getting pretty physically stupid while still keeping a clear mind. My body felt very heavy, and the LSD visuals were getting much more interesting. They became smoother, more intense, and got more "wavy." Colors started looking differently and my sense of time was distorted even more. Miss-judging the time, I thought it had been a good hour since I took it (In reality probably twenty minutes). I felt fucking fantastic, and wanted more. I wanted to be able to pass out, and I had some MXE I assumed HAD to potentiate GHB. I also knew in the back of my head that it brings back a trip and adds in some "wonky" elements as well, but I wasn't really thinking about it much. Wrongly assuming that the hour had given sufficient time for me to feel the full effects of the GHB, I took a bump of MXE out of a snuff bullet (Around 5:30AM~ish). The bump felt unusually large and my nose was so dry there was powder in my nostrils for most of the remaining trip, it might have even wound up being more of an oral dose. We all went outside to dab (Which we had been doing all night). After dabbing quite a bit, we were having short, slurred, quiet conversations every now and then, but mostly we were all admiring the trip. It was very intense for me at this point, and I could barely talk. It was now probably coming up on 6AM, just after the sunrise and it was fairly bright out. All of us were experiencing "pastel" vision, where everything looked softer and, well, pastel-like. The visuals were intense and smooth but integrated into real life very well. Everything was wavy, and upon looking into the white, misty sky I realized it looked kind of like an IMAX screen… with a giant, color-changing neon arcade game playing on it. Well, that's what it looked like at least, but it wasn't actually an arcade game. This was fucking spectacular, and very vivid. After experiencing these wonderful visuals and the euphoria from the GHB, I was ready to head inside as I could barely talk, walk, or do anything really. I successfully made it to the bathroom, and eventually into my bed without running into my mom who was waking up any second.
Going to Bed:
This part of the trip report is going to be poorly organized and I'm going to be leaving out so much, but it's actually impossible for me to describe most of my experience from this point. I remember it fairly clearly, except for the CEVs, if you can call them that. My memory of the CEVs consists of a single snapshot during one of, if not the most intense point(s), like that was all my brain could grab onto as a small reminder of what happened. Anyways, onto trying to describe this mess:
I felt euphoria so fucking great it became utter, soul-torturing dysphoria. There was a general "loop" I was constantly going through and aware of the entire time in my bed, where I would feel euphoric, clear-minded, and tired. I'd have clear-ish OEVs in the dark that were mostly terrifying, but they didn't bother me. No, what bothered me was knowing what was coming next. I had no control over my thoughts, as if my subconscious was literally pouring out and I was forced to listen to it. Eventually, I'd get whipped into chaos again. The euphoria would get stronger, stronger, stronger, until it became one of the most painful things I've ever felt. I can't describe the feeling… it was just hell. My mind felt like it was being ripped apart, forced to comprehend the incomprehensible. Everything was a paradox, euphoria so amazing it became unimaginable dysphoria? Having a clear mind and being able to think at a million miles per second, but at the same time having no control over my thoughts to the point where it seemed like someone gave my subconscious meth and a phone line to the rest of my brain? Then, came a calm. Maybe it's almost over? Damn, that felt like an eternity. I mean literally, lifetimes and lifetimes I went through that torture, and now it was finally over. At this point I looked at the clock, and realized it was around 6:30AM.
Or it was just starting.
I tried to go to sleep, still incredibly fucked. Then, a thought uncontrollably popped into my head; "What if sleeping brings it back in my dreams?" Not likely, but - "What if this is the last time I go to sleep?" Fuck, that's stupid to think about, I mean I'm definitely not - and then I was back in the chaos. I assume I closed my eyes, because eventually all I saw were visuals. They had a DMT-like hyperspace feel to them, but they were stationary and "I" didn't exist, even as a consciousness like when you break through. It was literally just the visuals, nothing else. They looked unbelievably vivid, and were so intense it literally fucking hurt unimaginably bad to witness them. Seriously, my brain actually fucking HURT from having to experience these visuals, and yet I will never be able to describe them to anyone. It felt like I, as a mere human being with a finite physical brain, was not MEANT to have this experience. I have never, in my life, felt like I "wasn't meant" to experience something in this way. It felt like a glitch, like something went wrong and my mind was being shredded. Also let me mention that I never once "fell asleep" or "lost consciousness," it was a very clear, continuous experience that, aside from those damn CEVs, I can remember very well. At one point, I actually remember gaining back my vision or opening my eyes (whichever happened) and I half-saw (Can't explain it) a dog ripping pieces off of my body like I had died, blood, anatomy and all. That was so "not scary" to me because of how bad everything else that was going on was that I actually sort of enjoyed seeing it. Eventually I tried playing some music. The Gorillaz had never failed to comfort me during those "I'm dying" places I had become accustomed to with dissociatives, so I tried finding headphones. I could look around, but they were nowhere to be found and I was unable to think about where they could physically be. Eventually I bit the bullet and played the music out of my phone under the covers (I didn't want anyone in the house to hear it). It actually made my trip worse. Like, it made me FEEL worse, physically and mentally. My brain couldn't handle any more stimulation, and the dysphoria got even worse. Then I stopped the music and the SAME THING happened. The dysphoria got WORSE, and so did my headfuck. I tried playing it to relieve these increasingly bad effects. Again, it got worse, and again I had to stop the music, making everything EVEN WORSE, yet AGAIN. After having the music off, nothing changed, it was still much worse than before I tried the music. I was very thirsty and thought some water might help. After locating a bottle of water, I tried to drink it but it tasted and smelled EXACTLY like vodka (It was actually water, but I didn't know this at the time) and made my brain want to vomit. By this I mean I experienced no physical nausea, it was almost like a mental nausea, like my body couldn't puke so my mind wanted to. I know this makes no sense, but neither did anything else.
The feeling of exhaustion in me was infinitely building. I couldn't pass out, I couldn't leave my room, I was more tired than I thought was physically possible and in so much physical and mental anguish I wanted to just start crying in the fetal position. But I couldn't even do that. I could experience no comfort, nothing good, just this vile torment. How long would it go on for? I almost stopped reacting negatively to it because it became the "norm." I couldn't remember what it was like to feel emotion, to feel anything but pure dysphoria and total sensory overload for what felt like multiple eternities (I experienced multiple definitive "eternities"). I was not afraid of dying, I was afraid of experiencing this torture for one more second. And boy did I. The last time I remember checking the clock it was somewhere around 9-10AM and it was still going strong.
Outro:
I must have finally passed out, I'm guessing around 11, because eventually I woke up to S's face and, despite the fact that I was dead tired, decided to go out for breakfast with everyone and try to recover a little. The "hangover" consisted of my "brain" being sore (I get headaches/migraines all the time and know them very well, this was not one. It was distinctly different from a headache and more like what I'd imagine doing advanced Calculus for a year straight with no sleep feels like), and of lethargy. Still, I was able to look at everything with a semi-positive attitude probably due to the antidepressant effects of the GHB and MXE. While I wouldn't go through that experience again for literally anything anyone could offer me, I learned many lessons and probably needed a cosmic slap from the universe if I was stupid enough to bump that MXE in the first place (While the GHB was stupid, the MXE I feel was the straw that broke the camel's back, plus I had already made the GHB mistake before the MXE, though it didn't feel like a mistake at first haha). Not to mention, I feel like I can handle anything now. It sort of feels like it also helped me "release" some of my problems and worries in every day life through that experience, although none of the experience was related to any aspect of every day life, it just felt therapeutic like crying or laughing a lot does, for whatever the reason.
As the title says, I will never, ever do this again and I STRONGLY recommend against ANYONE trying this combo.
In the event anyone was to ignore my advice and try it, please, reconsider. Also consider the fact that it is impossible for me to describe this well enough to make it sound nearly as unpleasant as it actually was. Basically imagine how bad this seems like it was, multiply it by infinity and divide by zero. If you are dead-set on having a hellish experience, at the very least keep the GHB much, much lower than I did. Also, for anyone that doesn't want to read all of this report, you can skip "It Begins:" and "The GHB:" and go right to "Going to Bed:"
Backgrouind:
I have had a ton of experience with psychoactive substances over the past two years. Aside from marijuana, alcohol, and Vyvanse, I started everything right after the age of 18 (by coincidence, not because I was waiting). Now about to be 20, I have tried: LSD, 25i, 25c, unidentified RC tabs, shrooms, 2C-B-FLY, MXE, K, DXM, nitrous, GHB, MDMA, MDA, DMT, Ambien, many stims benzos opiates etc, and the list goes on. Most of the substances I get my hands on are among the purest available. I'm not saying this to be cocky or arrogant, that's not my intention. I want to let it be known that when I give the substances and dosages for this trip report (and any others I may post in the future), they are very reliable unless I say otherwise, so please no "Are you sure that was ___?" questions. Also I am very good at handling myself, very well-researched (typically), and usually pretty responsible in regards to drug use.
(~20 y/o male 260 lbs)
It Begins:
It was a couple days ago when C, S, my brother A, and I were tripping on some very nice tabs of LSD. They were accurately dosed around 125ug each. C and I took one tab, A took two and a half, and S took one and a half. Five hours in, at approx. 5AM, we had come down from the peak a little while ago and knew sleep was far away. I was quite tired as this was C's first time with this quality of LSD and during the peak I had to stop him from doing some odd things (We were at my house, and my mom was home) while trying to keep my brother, A, calm. Oh, wait, I had six grams of GHB we could all use to unwind! A and I had done GHB, but C and S had been wanting to try it after I had explained it to them a while back. None of us had combined it with Acid but the entire night I had been thinking it sounded like an extremely pleasant combo. A had a couple shots of Southern Comfort and took around .5g of GHB (Not the best combo but he had a small tolerance to alcohol at the time and didn't feel much of it). S took one gram, and C took half a gram. I, however, did the fucking rest. Four grams of GHB not too long after the peak of an LSD trip with no prior experience and minimal research regarding the combo of LSD & GHB. I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to make this mistake, but I recognized it as one almost immediately.
The GHB:
Just minutes after ingesting the GHB, I started to feel great. When walking I felt very float-y, like I had a weightless body, but unlike any sensation I had ever felt. Euphoria was starting to sweep over me, and I was getting pretty physically stupid while still keeping a clear mind. My body felt very heavy, and the LSD visuals were getting much more interesting. They became smoother, more intense, and got more "wavy." Colors started looking differently and my sense of time was distorted even more. Miss-judging the time, I thought it had been a good hour since I took it (In reality probably twenty minutes). I felt fucking fantastic, and wanted more. I wanted to be able to pass out, and I had some MXE I assumed HAD to potentiate GHB. I also knew in the back of my head that it brings back a trip and adds in some "wonky" elements as well, but I wasn't really thinking about it much. Wrongly assuming that the hour had given sufficient time for me to feel the full effects of the GHB, I took a bump of MXE out of a snuff bullet (Around 5:30AM~ish). The bump felt unusually large and my nose was so dry there was powder in my nostrils for most of the remaining trip, it might have even wound up being more of an oral dose. We all went outside to dab (Which we had been doing all night). After dabbing quite a bit, we were having short, slurred, quiet conversations every now and then, but mostly we were all admiring the trip. It was very intense for me at this point, and I could barely talk. It was now probably coming up on 6AM, just after the sunrise and it was fairly bright out. All of us were experiencing "pastel" vision, where everything looked softer and, well, pastel-like. The visuals were intense and smooth but integrated into real life very well. Everything was wavy, and upon looking into the white, misty sky I realized it looked kind of like an IMAX screen… with a giant, color-changing neon arcade game playing on it. Well, that's what it looked like at least, but it wasn't actually an arcade game. This was fucking spectacular, and very vivid. After experiencing these wonderful visuals and the euphoria from the GHB, I was ready to head inside as I could barely talk, walk, or do anything really. I successfully made it to the bathroom, and eventually into my bed without running into my mom who was waking up any second.
Going to Bed:
This part of the trip report is going to be poorly organized and I'm going to be leaving out so much, but it's actually impossible for me to describe most of my experience from this point. I remember it fairly clearly, except for the CEVs, if you can call them that. My memory of the CEVs consists of a single snapshot during one of, if not the most intense point(s), like that was all my brain could grab onto as a small reminder of what happened. Anyways, onto trying to describe this mess:
I felt euphoria so fucking great it became utter, soul-torturing dysphoria. There was a general "loop" I was constantly going through and aware of the entire time in my bed, where I would feel euphoric, clear-minded, and tired. I'd have clear-ish OEVs in the dark that were mostly terrifying, but they didn't bother me. No, what bothered me was knowing what was coming next. I had no control over my thoughts, as if my subconscious was literally pouring out and I was forced to listen to it. Eventually, I'd get whipped into chaos again. The euphoria would get stronger, stronger, stronger, until it became one of the most painful things I've ever felt. I can't describe the feeling… it was just hell. My mind felt like it was being ripped apart, forced to comprehend the incomprehensible. Everything was a paradox, euphoria so amazing it became unimaginable dysphoria? Having a clear mind and being able to think at a million miles per second, but at the same time having no control over my thoughts to the point where it seemed like someone gave my subconscious meth and a phone line to the rest of my brain? Then, came a calm. Maybe it's almost over? Damn, that felt like an eternity. I mean literally, lifetimes and lifetimes I went through that torture, and now it was finally over. At this point I looked at the clock, and realized it was around 6:30AM.
Or it was just starting.
I tried to go to sleep, still incredibly fucked. Then, a thought uncontrollably popped into my head; "What if sleeping brings it back in my dreams?" Not likely, but - "What if this is the last time I go to sleep?" Fuck, that's stupid to think about, I mean I'm definitely not - and then I was back in the chaos. I assume I closed my eyes, because eventually all I saw were visuals. They had a DMT-like hyperspace feel to them, but they were stationary and "I" didn't exist, even as a consciousness like when you break through. It was literally just the visuals, nothing else. They looked unbelievably vivid, and were so intense it literally fucking hurt unimaginably bad to witness them. Seriously, my brain actually fucking HURT from having to experience these visuals, and yet I will never be able to describe them to anyone. It felt like I, as a mere human being with a finite physical brain, was not MEANT to have this experience. I have never, in my life, felt like I "wasn't meant" to experience something in this way. It felt like a glitch, like something went wrong and my mind was being shredded. Also let me mention that I never once "fell asleep" or "lost consciousness," it was a very clear, continuous experience that, aside from those damn CEVs, I can remember very well. At one point, I actually remember gaining back my vision or opening my eyes (whichever happened) and I half-saw (Can't explain it) a dog ripping pieces off of my body like I had died, blood, anatomy and all. That was so "not scary" to me because of how bad everything else that was going on was that I actually sort of enjoyed seeing it. Eventually I tried playing some music. The Gorillaz had never failed to comfort me during those "I'm dying" places I had become accustomed to with dissociatives, so I tried finding headphones. I could look around, but they were nowhere to be found and I was unable to think about where they could physically be. Eventually I bit the bullet and played the music out of my phone under the covers (I didn't want anyone in the house to hear it). It actually made my trip worse. Like, it made me FEEL worse, physically and mentally. My brain couldn't handle any more stimulation, and the dysphoria got even worse. Then I stopped the music and the SAME THING happened. The dysphoria got WORSE, and so did my headfuck. I tried playing it to relieve these increasingly bad effects. Again, it got worse, and again I had to stop the music, making everything EVEN WORSE, yet AGAIN. After having the music off, nothing changed, it was still much worse than before I tried the music. I was very thirsty and thought some water might help. After locating a bottle of water, I tried to drink it but it tasted and smelled EXACTLY like vodka (It was actually water, but I didn't know this at the time) and made my brain want to vomit. By this I mean I experienced no physical nausea, it was almost like a mental nausea, like my body couldn't puke so my mind wanted to. I know this makes no sense, but neither did anything else.
The feeling of exhaustion in me was infinitely building. I couldn't pass out, I couldn't leave my room, I was more tired than I thought was physically possible and in so much physical and mental anguish I wanted to just start crying in the fetal position. But I couldn't even do that. I could experience no comfort, nothing good, just this vile torment. How long would it go on for? I almost stopped reacting negatively to it because it became the "norm." I couldn't remember what it was like to feel emotion, to feel anything but pure dysphoria and total sensory overload for what felt like multiple eternities (I experienced multiple definitive "eternities"). I was not afraid of dying, I was afraid of experiencing this torture for one more second. And boy did I. The last time I remember checking the clock it was somewhere around 9-10AM and it was still going strong.
Outro:
I must have finally passed out, I'm guessing around 11, because eventually I woke up to S's face and, despite the fact that I was dead tired, decided to go out for breakfast with everyone and try to recover a little. The "hangover" consisted of my "brain" being sore (I get headaches/migraines all the time and know them very well, this was not one. It was distinctly different from a headache and more like what I'd imagine doing advanced Calculus for a year straight with no sleep feels like), and of lethargy. Still, I was able to look at everything with a semi-positive attitude probably due to the antidepressant effects of the GHB and MXE. While I wouldn't go through that experience again for literally anything anyone could offer me, I learned many lessons and probably needed a cosmic slap from the universe if I was stupid enough to bump that MXE in the first place (While the GHB was stupid, the MXE I feel was the straw that broke the camel's back, plus I had already made the GHB mistake before the MXE, though it didn't feel like a mistake at first haha). Not to mention, I feel like I can handle anything now. It sort of feels like it also helped me "release" some of my problems and worries in every day life through that experience, although none of the experience was related to any aspect of every day life, it just felt therapeutic like crying or laughing a lot does, for whatever the reason.
