EphemeralOutlet141
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- Dec 11, 2014
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I apologize for the length, to describe an experience like this I feel like I can't leave anything out. Also, I'm not sure if this belongs in Trip Reports or not, but I am looking for discussion so I put it here.
First off, I'm semi-experienced with LSD and LSA. I've tripped a decent amount of times before and I had always smoked weed with them. Last night I got ahold of 5 tabs of LSD, that coupled with no work the next morning made me wanna trip all night long.
My initial drop was at about midnight, I took two. When it first started out (1-3 hours in) I was having the usual visuals and really enjoying myself. Sometime around the second hour I packed a small one-hitter and went outside (I smoked bong after bong when I had tripped before, for some perspective). It was a beautiful night and I was seeing everything so vibrantly, everything was breathtakingly beautiful.
I went back inside and sat on my couch to watch TV and I noticed that not only were the vibrancy of the visuals getting stronger, but everything began to lose form and run fluidly through space. I could find no solid ground so eventually I felt the same thing happen to me. It was extremely frightening, I began to question my own existence and for lack of a better term, "lose it". My body looked and felt foreign to me. If I had to try and put it into words it felt as if my mind itself was beginning to try to separate from my body and reality as a whole. My entire sense of self was completely obliterated. This must be what people describe as ego death.
I basically just wandered my house the rest of the night trying to find something that would give me some sort of grounding, but everything still felt so foreign and nothing made any sense to me. Time was irrelevant, everytime I looked at a clock it displayed a different time. I think I began to put the pieces back together when the sun came up. I grabbed a piece of paper and decided to just write down what I was experiencing until I tired out and eventually woke up in my bed (still don't know how I got there).
To be completely honest I'm more intrigued than frightened by the experience. I understand that I was under the influence of a drug, and I am still very real haha. I feel like complete shit and my brain is very upset with me, but that's usual for me after I trip. So far, my senses and thoughts have returned to me and I don't feel as if I've suffered any permanent damage, but I've heard that it is possible. Just for background, I used to be a very anxious and depressed person, but I've made good progress treating both without drugs. Was it possible that I experienced a panic attack at the height of my trip, after I had smoked? Could anyone share any similar experiences?
First off, I'm semi-experienced with LSD and LSA. I've tripped a decent amount of times before and I had always smoked weed with them. Last night I got ahold of 5 tabs of LSD, that coupled with no work the next morning made me wanna trip all night long.
My initial drop was at about midnight, I took two. When it first started out (1-3 hours in) I was having the usual visuals and really enjoying myself. Sometime around the second hour I packed a small one-hitter and went outside (I smoked bong after bong when I had tripped before, for some perspective). It was a beautiful night and I was seeing everything so vibrantly, everything was breathtakingly beautiful.
I went back inside and sat on my couch to watch TV and I noticed that not only were the vibrancy of the visuals getting stronger, but everything began to lose form and run fluidly through space. I could find no solid ground so eventually I felt the same thing happen to me. It was extremely frightening, I began to question my own existence and for lack of a better term, "lose it". My body looked and felt foreign to me. If I had to try and put it into words it felt as if my mind itself was beginning to try to separate from my body and reality as a whole. My entire sense of self was completely obliterated. This must be what people describe as ego death.
I basically just wandered my house the rest of the night trying to find something that would give me some sort of grounding, but everything still felt so foreign and nothing made any sense to me. Time was irrelevant, everytime I looked at a clock it displayed a different time. I think I began to put the pieces back together when the sun came up. I grabbed a piece of paper and decided to just write down what I was experiencing until I tired out and eventually woke up in my bed (still don't know how I got there).
To be completely honest I'm more intrigued than frightened by the experience. I understand that I was under the influence of a drug, and I am still very real haha. I feel like complete shit and my brain is very upset with me, but that's usual for me after I trip. So far, my senses and thoughts have returned to me and I don't feel as if I've suffered any permanent damage, but I've heard that it is possible. Just for background, I used to be a very anxious and depressed person, but I've made good progress treating both without drugs. Was it possible that I experienced a panic attack at the height of my trip, after I had smoked? Could anyone share any similar experiences?
I myself did smoke weed pretty often, but for about the past couple weeks I've stayed clean from that too. Combining it with a psych can definitely take trips to the next level.