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I decided this morning to try some LSD that I bought last year, but never had a chance to try. Since last June, it's been sitting wrapped in foil, with a plastic sandwich bag around that, and inside a book on my shelf entitled 'What Does God Look Like?'
It was simply a 2.5" piece of light cardboard that had been presumably dipped in liquid. The first thing I did was measure and mark the strip of cardboard into ten equal squares. Not knowing what this particular salesman's idea of 'one dose' is, I decided to take only half of one. My main goal in trying this drug today is to see if this batch is still fit for later use with friends. If it's no good, no big deal -- I'd rather know now that I need to get more, than promise folks I have it, and then let them down with bunk. It's been more than half a year since I've used LSD. If I feel nothing from this, I'll probably try a larger dose of this batch later on at some point. I'm a 31 year old male, 140lbs and in excellent health. I've gotten a good night's rest the night before, had a light breakfast, coffee, and my usual nootropic supplement battery, and taken a shower. The weather is beautiful outside. I spent all yesterday cleaning my house, which is now spotless. I'm home alone.
9:45 -- Placed the dose on my tongue, put on some uplifting trance, and started writing this trip report. If no first alerts in an hour, I'll smoke some weed.
10:50 -- It's now been over an hour since dosing, and I don't notice any psychedelic effects. I'm off to smoke some weed to see if this kicks it in.
11:25 -- I'm good and stoned now. I took one hit from my one-hitter with some really good smoke. But as I look around, it seems to me I'm feeling a little bit more than this. More on that later. I'm feeling cold. I have a strong anticipatory lump in my stomach. I have an incredible urge to get up and dance.
11:35 -- OK, this is definitely more than stoned. I'm getting a sustained, pleasurable adrenal rush in my gut, and the muscles of my arms have a funny, energetic kind of feel to them. The visuals, which are just subtly beginning now, involve a rippling pattern to everything, and a slightly cartoonish feel to the whole world. It's all highly amusing. The tips of my fingers and toes are cold -- I suppose that's a side effect of an ergot alkaloid. But other than that I'm feeling a flush of warmth right now. This trip is very tactile so far.
11:50 -- I'm starting to think a lot about different tastes, and associating them with memories, even if they don't actually go together with those memories in any sensible way. For example, I'm remembering this time when I was a kid when my mom was yelling at me, and the memory is absolutely permeated with the smell of stewed beef (which we NEVER ate when I was a kid). It's kind of funny to think about, and kind of bizarre if I analyze it too much.
12:00 -- I feel "refreshed" throughout my body. I take deep breaths of fresh air and think about how good it is that I recently started martial arts. I feel YOUNG! I wished I'd gotten into it a lot younger. But I know that the more I enjoy more life-affirming drugs like marijuana and occasional LSD like this, and the less I enjoy more soul-scathing ones like amphetamines, the more lifetime I'll have left for getting my black belt.
18:00 -- It's been 6 hours, during which I really had no desire to write anything, so I'm summing up what I remember of the rest of the trip. I didn't do much, really. I read and posted on BL for a while, and was very much enjoying the trance channel I had on. Words pulsed and lines of text danced a bit to the beat of the trance music. The cable guys came to the neighbors, and I got paranoid they were watching me. I amused myself observing neighbors walking around outside and chatting.
It was beautiful and felt truly springlike outside, so I felt motivated to take up a broom and sweep the entire entranceway, carport, and back deck of my house. It really felt like I was taking part in a cleansing ritual for springtime, and welcoming the spring into my home. Ah, so NOW I knew what that funny feeling in my biceps and deltoids was: it was that energy my body was setting aside for the important task of spring sweeping! For days now I'd been watching a snowdrift slowly shrink outside my window. I knew that the day it disappeared entirely, that would be the day spring arrived. Now it was gone with the recent heavy rains, and it was time to do my part. I went out and picked up all the pieces of litter that were left behind in my yard, so as to give the grass room to grow. I could smell the lawn and hear birds in the trees, and the sun on me just felt so great. This simple chore felt like the most significant quest I've ever been on -- I felt like a giant guardian spirit of the earth, tenderly walking around removing litter.
I think about my wife a lot during this trip, and really miss her and wish she was around. Unlike other trips I've had (especially ones involving alcohol), where I became a horny pig at parties. I realized now that I couldn't possibly feel the same way on LSD again. I wasn't even interested in sex. I just wanted her to be happy with me and give her a good life. It took me a little while after I got married to feel fully settled. I made the realization, during this trip, that I indeed feel fully settled now. This leant to a very satisfied state of mind.
Later, I took a bike ride, which involved riding on some dangerous roads and getting yelled at by some crazy dude, which did not sit well with me at all. I'd decided to make a visit to the thrift store to look for shorts and t-shirts. As soon as I got there, I wished I wasn't there. I'd enjoyed biking, but I'd forgotten how much I can hate being in a store full of sober people when I'm tripping. At this point there are pretty much no visuals, but the mental effect is still distinct, and the perma-grin is plastered to my face. I feel envigorated after the bike ride, but also a little paranoid. The crappy Christian rock on the radio is positively surreal. I manage to find a cool pair of cargo shorts and a funny T-shirt (with a DARE program logo.) I get wrung up by some people with grotesque looking features, made even more grotesque by the state I was in. I was starting to get some negative thought loops about poverty in America, along with the acrid scent of unwashed clothes and stained mattresses. It was time to leave. All in all the bike ride was an important part of the trip, since it helped me reconnect with my inner street urchin, while all the while reminding me that I now have a loving wife who's counting on me to be around for some time, and that I've got to be careful not to court danger or indulge my street urchin of an inner child too too much.
I made it home to find my wife home from work, asking me if I'd seen the full length mirror (I'd put it away in the closet early on in the trip, after I freaked myself out with it a couple times, thinking I saw things in it). It was so great to see her. Talking to her about mundane things and doing the normal evening dinner-preparations brought my trip down a bit, or made me realize I was coming down.
All in all, I'd say this trip was a bit weak. It's T+9h, and I feel mostly down, but the afterglow is kind of disappointingly mild, compared to a lot of more daring trips I've done. I didn't want to overdo it simply because I had no trip sitter, didn't know the batch at all, and most importantly, have had some heavy things on my mind recently. But I think next time, I'll do at least one full hit, so that I don't feel like I'm right on the edge of a lot of the fun effects, but not quite there. Still, I don't miss the "chemical shivers" and mental exhaustion I typically feel at the close of an LSD trip
It was simply a 2.5" piece of light cardboard that had been presumably dipped in liquid. The first thing I did was measure and mark the strip of cardboard into ten equal squares. Not knowing what this particular salesman's idea of 'one dose' is, I decided to take only half of one. My main goal in trying this drug today is to see if this batch is still fit for later use with friends. If it's no good, no big deal -- I'd rather know now that I need to get more, than promise folks I have it, and then let them down with bunk. It's been more than half a year since I've used LSD. If I feel nothing from this, I'll probably try a larger dose of this batch later on at some point. I'm a 31 year old male, 140lbs and in excellent health. I've gotten a good night's rest the night before, had a light breakfast, coffee, and my usual nootropic supplement battery, and taken a shower. The weather is beautiful outside. I spent all yesterday cleaning my house, which is now spotless. I'm home alone.
9:45 -- Placed the dose on my tongue, put on some uplifting trance, and started writing this trip report. If no first alerts in an hour, I'll smoke some weed.
10:50 -- It's now been over an hour since dosing, and I don't notice any psychedelic effects. I'm off to smoke some weed to see if this kicks it in.
11:25 -- I'm good and stoned now. I took one hit from my one-hitter with some really good smoke. But as I look around, it seems to me I'm feeling a little bit more than this. More on that later. I'm feeling cold. I have a strong anticipatory lump in my stomach. I have an incredible urge to get up and dance.
11:35 -- OK, this is definitely more than stoned. I'm getting a sustained, pleasurable adrenal rush in my gut, and the muscles of my arms have a funny, energetic kind of feel to them. The visuals, which are just subtly beginning now, involve a rippling pattern to everything, and a slightly cartoonish feel to the whole world. It's all highly amusing. The tips of my fingers and toes are cold -- I suppose that's a side effect of an ergot alkaloid. But other than that I'm feeling a flush of warmth right now. This trip is very tactile so far.
11:50 -- I'm starting to think a lot about different tastes, and associating them with memories, even if they don't actually go together with those memories in any sensible way. For example, I'm remembering this time when I was a kid when my mom was yelling at me, and the memory is absolutely permeated with the smell of stewed beef (which we NEVER ate when I was a kid). It's kind of funny to think about, and kind of bizarre if I analyze it too much.
12:00 -- I feel "refreshed" throughout my body. I take deep breaths of fresh air and think about how good it is that I recently started martial arts. I feel YOUNG! I wished I'd gotten into it a lot younger. But I know that the more I enjoy more life-affirming drugs like marijuana and occasional LSD like this, and the less I enjoy more soul-scathing ones like amphetamines, the more lifetime I'll have left for getting my black belt.
18:00 -- It's been 6 hours, during which I really had no desire to write anything, so I'm summing up what I remember of the rest of the trip. I didn't do much, really. I read and posted on BL for a while, and was very much enjoying the trance channel I had on. Words pulsed and lines of text danced a bit to the beat of the trance music. The cable guys came to the neighbors, and I got paranoid they were watching me. I amused myself observing neighbors walking around outside and chatting.
It was beautiful and felt truly springlike outside, so I felt motivated to take up a broom and sweep the entire entranceway, carport, and back deck of my house. It really felt like I was taking part in a cleansing ritual for springtime, and welcoming the spring into my home. Ah, so NOW I knew what that funny feeling in my biceps and deltoids was: it was that energy my body was setting aside for the important task of spring sweeping! For days now I'd been watching a snowdrift slowly shrink outside my window. I knew that the day it disappeared entirely, that would be the day spring arrived. Now it was gone with the recent heavy rains, and it was time to do my part. I went out and picked up all the pieces of litter that were left behind in my yard, so as to give the grass room to grow. I could smell the lawn and hear birds in the trees, and the sun on me just felt so great. This simple chore felt like the most significant quest I've ever been on -- I felt like a giant guardian spirit of the earth, tenderly walking around removing litter.
I think about my wife a lot during this trip, and really miss her and wish she was around. Unlike other trips I've had (especially ones involving alcohol), where I became a horny pig at parties. I realized now that I couldn't possibly feel the same way on LSD again. I wasn't even interested in sex. I just wanted her to be happy with me and give her a good life. It took me a little while after I got married to feel fully settled. I made the realization, during this trip, that I indeed feel fully settled now. This leant to a very satisfied state of mind.
Later, I took a bike ride, which involved riding on some dangerous roads and getting yelled at by some crazy dude, which did not sit well with me at all. I'd decided to make a visit to the thrift store to look for shorts and t-shirts. As soon as I got there, I wished I wasn't there. I'd enjoyed biking, but I'd forgotten how much I can hate being in a store full of sober people when I'm tripping. At this point there are pretty much no visuals, but the mental effect is still distinct, and the perma-grin is plastered to my face. I feel envigorated after the bike ride, but also a little paranoid. The crappy Christian rock on the radio is positively surreal. I manage to find a cool pair of cargo shorts and a funny T-shirt (with a DARE program logo.) I get wrung up by some people with grotesque looking features, made even more grotesque by the state I was in. I was starting to get some negative thought loops about poverty in America, along with the acrid scent of unwashed clothes and stained mattresses. It was time to leave. All in all the bike ride was an important part of the trip, since it helped me reconnect with my inner street urchin, while all the while reminding me that I now have a loving wife who's counting on me to be around for some time, and that I've got to be careful not to court danger or indulge my street urchin of an inner child too too much.
I made it home to find my wife home from work, asking me if I'd seen the full length mirror (I'd put it away in the closet early on in the trip, after I freaked myself out with it a couple times, thinking I saw things in it). It was so great to see her. Talking to her about mundane things and doing the normal evening dinner-preparations brought my trip down a bit, or made me realize I was coming down.
All in all, I'd say this trip was a bit weak. It's T+9h, and I feel mostly down, but the afterglow is kind of disappointingly mild, compared to a lot of more daring trips I've done. I didn't want to overdo it simply because I had no trip sitter, didn't know the batch at all, and most importantly, have had some heavy things on my mind recently. But I think next time, I'll do at least one full hit, so that I don't feel like I'm right on the edge of a lot of the fun effects, but not quite there. Still, I don't miss the "chemical shivers" and mental exhaustion I typically feel at the close of an LSD trip
That makes me smile (I recently did the same thing too).
