LSD
Second time I've ever used it
One Tab
The following experience occurred in under 2 hours.
Last week I took one tab of LSD, which was the second time I have ever taken the drug. It was with two other friends. After taking it, we wasted some time around the house, and I gradually observed some mild hullucinations, like swirly visual distortions. Knowing that the LSD was kicking in, one of my friends and I decided to go for a walk down the the beach.
As we were walking down the highway, the colours of everything intensified - the sky was a brilliant purple, the blades of grass blurred as they moved in the wind, and the detail of the bumps in the road was so precise it was as if my vision had actually improved... Although I had full understanding of where I was, what I was doing, and what I was seeing, the actual visuals were as if everything had been enhanced. I was entertained. Had the trip not progressed, I am sure that I could have walked for hours, as everything was amazing to look at. In fact, everything was so incredibly beautiful, that the thought of this stopping, or slowing down, was very depressing. Little did I know, that things would intensify rapidly - to the point where it would become scary.
Before things got to that point, we reached the beach, enjoying rediculous conversation, and finding the presence of strangers hilarious. My visuals at this point, although the colours were intense, had reduced dramatically in detail. It was as if when we left the house, my vision was similar to an airbrushed landscape, or computer animation, and it had gradually declined to something more like a painting, with the strokes of paint becoming thicker and thicker, and more blurred. As things became more blurred, I began to lose my previous understanding of where I was, what I was doing... And the concept of "going home" was something that was difficult to think about - firstly, I wasn't sure if I knew how to get home, if I could make it home with my poor vision, and even the concept of having "a home", a place that I "belong", was becoming difficult to understand. As these feelings grew, I told my friend that it would be best for us to go home whilst I still understood what "going home" meant. At this point, I began to get scared, as I didn't know if I would make it home before losing the plot all together. I reached a point where I completely regretted taking the LSD in the first place, I was so fearful.
My friend had a much better understanding of where he was, the way back home, and from my impression he had clearer visuals. Without his help, I don't know if I would have made it back home. The majority of the walk was along a road, with cars passing in both directions, and my visuals were so poor, that at some points all I could hear were the cars moving past us, along with flashes of their colour. It was as if my brain had kicked into a gear it had never been in before, and that my senses of sight, taste, sound, touch, and smell were too much for my brain to comprehend. It also felt like my senses were holding back my brain from achieving whatever it was struggling to achieve.
The journey home had its ups and downs... I kept having to remind myself exactly where I was and what I was doing, so that I didn't lose the plot. I was struggling to hold on to the reality of walking home.
As soon as we reached home, I knew that I needed to go to my room and lie down. I asked my friends to give me some time alone, and I collapsed on my bed in the darkness. At this point, it would have been about one hour since we took the drug.
I had heard of people who felt they could "fly", so they jumped off a balcony, only to find out that they couldn't actually fly. I had a similar sensation, not in the sence that I thought I could fly, but that my brain was contemplating and constructing things that my human body was unable to act out. When I lay back on my bed, it was as if my body, which had been a burden to this point, dissapeared, and my brain was able to stretch out and do as it had been trying to do. I could feel my heatbeat pounding in my head, and I was fearful of my health. Whilst this was happening, I was experiencing intense mental visuals which I am unable to describe.
I reached a point were I was so afraid, that I began to think of my Uncle, who passed away not quite a year ago. I began to feel his presence, not in the way of hearing his voice, or seeing him, but I felt as if he was there with me. This was so strong, that I remember feeling as if we were communicating without speaking words, and this comforted me, and let me give in to what I was experiencing. It felt as if the experience began to ramp up in speed, and it felt as if I was entering another place of existence. I had the feeling that I had achieved some given level of knowledge and experience, and that I was ready to go on to the next part of my life, almost like a new level in a video game.
As Im writing this, I feel like I am describing ascending into heaven, and I don't feel that that is accurate. However, in my current frame of mind, which I believe is unable to fully comprehend what I experienced, this is the closest way that I can represent how I was feeling.
As I felt like I was reaching the point of achieving this cross over, my other friend called my name from outside my room, and it slipped into my thoughts. It pretty much brought me back to the "reality" of lying back on my bed, and I called out his name. At this point I could barely speak - I wanted what I was experiencing to continue, because I had long lost my fear, and if anything, it was extremely pleasurable. All I could tell him was that I felt like I was being "reborn".
He left, and I slipped back into this state of mind, however this time it felt as if I was spinning around the universe in some kind of infinate moment. I had visions of my parents, my family, and although I know that my parents gave birth to me, I had the sense that for that moment, everything was constant, nothing has come or gone, and that everything has always existed, and I viewed my family and everyone as equals... I had a strong visual of a whole lot of arrows moving in all directions.
Things began to slow down, and I found myself looking about my room. Whilst still on the bed, I dangled my arms off towards the floor. As the blood circulation to my hands was reduced, I began to feel pins and needles. As the room was completely dark, I hullucinated that the floor was covered in snakes and spiders, and that they were climbing up all over my arms. I was in control, in the sence that I knew this wasn't actually happening - however I let it continue for the thrill of the experience - it felt 100% real, and I could actually see the movement of the creatures.
Things progressed to the point where I was able to walk around the room, and I felt comfortable with the idea of leaving the room and seeing my friends. As I walked the door, I got a strong sence that there was a spirit in the room with me, a bad spirit, and I had the feeling that I had to confront it. I felt as if this spirit was sitting on the bed in the corner of the room, so I walked up to it, and sat down, in complete darkness. At this point I was again filled with fear. When nothing happened, I stod up, and quickly left the room.
From that point on, I only experienced normal hullucinations of visual distortions, and became more sociable with my friends.
The end.
substancecode_LSD
Second time I've ever used it
One Tab
The following experience occurred in under 2 hours.
Last week I took one tab of LSD, which was the second time I have ever taken the drug. It was with two other friends. After taking it, we wasted some time around the house, and I gradually observed some mild hullucinations, like swirly visual distortions. Knowing that the LSD was kicking in, one of my friends and I decided to go for a walk down the the beach.
As we were walking down the highway, the colours of everything intensified - the sky was a brilliant purple, the blades of grass blurred as they moved in the wind, and the detail of the bumps in the road was so precise it was as if my vision had actually improved... Although I had full understanding of where I was, what I was doing, and what I was seeing, the actual visuals were as if everything had been enhanced. I was entertained. Had the trip not progressed, I am sure that I could have walked for hours, as everything was amazing to look at. In fact, everything was so incredibly beautiful, that the thought of this stopping, or slowing down, was very depressing. Little did I know, that things would intensify rapidly - to the point where it would become scary.
Before things got to that point, we reached the beach, enjoying rediculous conversation, and finding the presence of strangers hilarious. My visuals at this point, although the colours were intense, had reduced dramatically in detail. It was as if when we left the house, my vision was similar to an airbrushed landscape, or computer animation, and it had gradually declined to something more like a painting, with the strokes of paint becoming thicker and thicker, and more blurred. As things became more blurred, I began to lose my previous understanding of where I was, what I was doing... And the concept of "going home" was something that was difficult to think about - firstly, I wasn't sure if I knew how to get home, if I could make it home with my poor vision, and even the concept of having "a home", a place that I "belong", was becoming difficult to understand. As these feelings grew, I told my friend that it would be best for us to go home whilst I still understood what "going home" meant. At this point, I began to get scared, as I didn't know if I would make it home before losing the plot all together. I reached a point where I completely regretted taking the LSD in the first place, I was so fearful.
My friend had a much better understanding of where he was, the way back home, and from my impression he had clearer visuals. Without his help, I don't know if I would have made it back home. The majority of the walk was along a road, with cars passing in both directions, and my visuals were so poor, that at some points all I could hear were the cars moving past us, along with flashes of their colour. It was as if my brain had kicked into a gear it had never been in before, and that my senses of sight, taste, sound, touch, and smell were too much for my brain to comprehend. It also felt like my senses were holding back my brain from achieving whatever it was struggling to achieve.
The journey home had its ups and downs... I kept having to remind myself exactly where I was and what I was doing, so that I didn't lose the plot. I was struggling to hold on to the reality of walking home.
As soon as we reached home, I knew that I needed to go to my room and lie down. I asked my friends to give me some time alone, and I collapsed on my bed in the darkness. At this point, it would have been about one hour since we took the drug.
I had heard of people who felt they could "fly", so they jumped off a balcony, only to find out that they couldn't actually fly. I had a similar sensation, not in the sence that I thought I could fly, but that my brain was contemplating and constructing things that my human body was unable to act out. When I lay back on my bed, it was as if my body, which had been a burden to this point, dissapeared, and my brain was able to stretch out and do as it had been trying to do. I could feel my heatbeat pounding in my head, and I was fearful of my health. Whilst this was happening, I was experiencing intense mental visuals which I am unable to describe.
I reached a point were I was so afraid, that I began to think of my Uncle, who passed away not quite a year ago. I began to feel his presence, not in the way of hearing his voice, or seeing him, but I felt as if he was there with me. This was so strong, that I remember feeling as if we were communicating without speaking words, and this comforted me, and let me give in to what I was experiencing. It felt as if the experience began to ramp up in speed, and it felt as if I was entering another place of existence. I had the feeling that I had achieved some given level of knowledge and experience, and that I was ready to go on to the next part of my life, almost like a new level in a video game.
As Im writing this, I feel like I am describing ascending into heaven, and I don't feel that that is accurate. However, in my current frame of mind, which I believe is unable to fully comprehend what I experienced, this is the closest way that I can represent how I was feeling.
As I felt like I was reaching the point of achieving this cross over, my other friend called my name from outside my room, and it slipped into my thoughts. It pretty much brought me back to the "reality" of lying back on my bed, and I called out his name. At this point I could barely speak - I wanted what I was experiencing to continue, because I had long lost my fear, and if anything, it was extremely pleasurable. All I could tell him was that I felt like I was being "reborn".
He left, and I slipped back into this state of mind, however this time it felt as if I was spinning around the universe in some kind of infinate moment. I had visions of my parents, my family, and although I know that my parents gave birth to me, I had the sense that for that moment, everything was constant, nothing has come or gone, and that everything has always existed, and I viewed my family and everyone as equals... I had a strong visual of a whole lot of arrows moving in all directions.
Things began to slow down, and I found myself looking about my room. Whilst still on the bed, I dangled my arms off towards the floor. As the blood circulation to my hands was reduced, I began to feel pins and needles. As the room was completely dark, I hullucinated that the floor was covered in snakes and spiders, and that they were climbing up all over my arms. I was in control, in the sence that I knew this wasn't actually happening - however I let it continue for the thrill of the experience - it felt 100% real, and I could actually see the movement of the creatures.
Things progressed to the point where I was able to walk around the room, and I felt comfortable with the idea of leaving the room and seeing my friends. As I walked the door, I got a strong sence that there was a spirit in the room with me, a bad spirit, and I had the feeling that I had to confront it. I felt as if this spirit was sitting on the bed in the corner of the room, so I walked up to it, and sat down, in complete darkness. At this point I was again filled with fear. When nothing happened, I stod up, and quickly left the room.
From that point on, I only experienced normal hullucinations of visual distortions, and became more sociable with my friends.
The end.
substancecode_LSD
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