Was on the train on my way home after tripping on 4-HO-Met and a tab of AL-LAD with a few friends an decided it'd be a good idea to take another one while still on the train, still kinda tripping from the tab i took with my friends earlier. I take out the tab, take it sublingual, and kinda just disconnect and wait for my stop while the effects kick in. Idk what I was even doing at that point because I didn't even have any battery so I couldn't listen to music I was just like staring into the void. Then I miss my stop and end up getting home like an hour later, already kinda tripping, seeing a precise pattern starting to move on everything I see, everything having their own pattern, creating another bigger pattern (idk if that makes sense). I get home, smoke 1 or 2 spliffs and decide it'd be a good idea to take 2 more tabs of 1cp-LSD, turns out it was. At this point i'm already tripping balls, ~5 spliffs and I was already starting to go crazy, I kept smoking and couldn't even form a single thought in my head, I needed to talk to think and even started recording myself to just like not go insane, at this point time already wasn't a real concept anymore, I was just kinda there, listening to music. Except I take 10mg of o-pce and that just made everything 100x stronger, I couldn't even recognize my own room anymore and I was persuaded that my floor was flooded with water, while listening to music, I remember saying that it was genuinely the best I've ever felt in my entire life, like I wasn't anything without music, I loved music and it was my entire life, really weird to explain, I remember genuinely having like auditory orgasms while listening to music it was so weird. I couldn't even speak normally at that point and ended up smoking around 7 spliffs and 2 bongs, rethinked every aspect of my life in only like a couple minutes, everything made complete sense in my head, like I was finally myself after a massive trip the weekend before where my ego completely disappeared. Open and closed eye visuals were beautiful, everything was like kinda drawn in a cartoon-ish way? Everything was melting and I was a part of it, felt like I was dying and rebirthing with each breath i took, I remember also watching an instagram reel and feeling like this specific reel put me into a weird time loop everytime I watched it, like a kind of deja-vu? Anyways that's kinda everything I remember, i'm definitely going insane lmao

Have anyone tried to trip on Mirtazapine? If so how was the trip? And how long did it last?

Read somewhere that it has a psychedelic deliriant effect in higher doses. The trip reports I’ve read are too short and vague

Let's say What if there's a crazy deranged man that mutilates and eats people but from his point of view and what he sees is he's protecting and helping them like it's a entirely different world through his eyes

Has he sinned or since he was just taking to the people and preaching the word of god through his eyes

Day 1, my first time with lemon tek method. Measured out 1.5g dry Golden Teacher. I used mostly the caps as I was under the impression I would enjoy them more. Ground up and put into a loose tea bag. Soaked in lemon juice for 30 minutes. Squeezed to release stored juice. I saved the remains and refrigerated them in a lemon juice soak, 48 hours, which was added to my next trip. Empty stomach, but consumed Kratom about 6 hours prior. 2 Advil taken before.
Effects started with very mild visuals, and some personal introspection reminiscent of a friend seeking to comfort a friend but who also wanted to see his friend do better for himself. Very slight nausea but also much better than any other trip without lemon tek method. Some anxiety, but soon anxiety melts away as the trip commences. I am staying at an Air bnb that is inside of a private Japanese garden. I roam the garden, enjoying the feeling of living and feeling as if I was enjoying the park with the mind of a young child. My memory was very brief and I found myself enjoying the beauty of everything around me. All in all it was a playful and pleasant trip and I felt glad of it.

48 hours later, I grinded up the remained 2.0g, which consisted of mostly stems, and soaked for 30 minutes inside tea bag. I squeezed the remaining juices and added the left overs from the previous trip, although however that may have affected it, I would find it impossible to guess. This trip started with more nausea. I took 2 Advil again but it had been much more than 12 hours since I last took Kratom. I take Kratom everyday for back pain.
After the trip was starting, I started to feel awful because the pain wasn't being mitigated by the Advil enough and I felt like the trip wasn't happy I was coming into it with what was starting to increase and increase like it always does into debilitating pain. I had wish I had dosed some Kratom closer to the trip but at this point I could not. But quickly I began to sob as I started to emotionally vent to myself and my soul and body that I was so tired and sorry that my body hurts all the time and that I want to get better and I want to return to normal and be happy and more myself again. The pain and the shrooms started becoming more overwhelming and I cried for what feels like a couple hours but I suppose may have been an hour or two. It sucks because I'm in pain all the time and I don't treat the people I love as good as I want to because I'm constantly fighting this awful nagging feeling and I'm so overwhelmed but I still have to do better by those people because it's not their fault.
Anyways, eventually the trip feels like it's letting up, but it's kinda tricky because I start to feel normal then another moment I'm sobbing again. I'd say after like 4 hours it's over and I do feel like I got ran through the washing machine, so hopefully I can do better with stress.

Anywho, im all over the place. 2 trips, 72 hours. Don't regret it. Love you all. Enjoy and stay well.

Background: 230lbs and 6’1” I’m decently experienced in psychedelics and love to explore the universe that exists within my brain to show what kind of a person I am without the blindfold of an ego. I’ve done acid three times and mushrooms around 10, of those experiences two (now three) ego deaths have been because of the mushrooms. Trip report: I decided to eat 5g around 5:30pm, I had the intention of it being a chill trip (as I for some reason usually need more than the average person) where I would be able to watch some videos about perspectives, philosophy, even science. Around 20 minutes in, I started to notice very subtle effects, waves of energy, heat and happiness starting from my head down to my toes. It was a good feeling and It made me feel good about what I was about to dive into. Colours started to change slightly as well. This is where my memory starts going to shit, so bear with me as some gaps may be present in this report. About an hour in I’m definitely feeling the effects, everything feels wet for some reason and my skin has a plastic wrap appearance, my eyes are as wide as a boulder, my wall which is very wrinkly, started to make patterns that looked like a dry desert with cracked mud everywhere, and my carpet was especially strange as the flowers that make it up weren’t even flowers anymore, they were just patterns dancing around together like a bunch of royals in a ballroom, it was pleasant. I decided I wanted to go out the smoke a half gram joint I had (great idea as it really pushed my trip past the tipping point, which is what I usually want). I don’t remember the walk outside but I remember sitting on the bench and lighting up the joint, the flick of the lighter was so bright I couldn’t see anything around it, the joint catches fire nearly singeing my eyebrows off, I freaked out but started laughing cause it was funny for some reason. I hit the joint, but every hit its like my face nerves were swelling with some sort of warm fluid, the visuals started getting a bit more intense as well, as the fluid started to “buildup” in my face, the visuals started throbbing, patterns of blue, red and green started covering the concrete to make a nice little morphing walkway, my perception of my height was also thrown off as I felt very small, making me wonder if im walking while bending my knees (which I was). I make it back to my dorm, still not having the full on trip I wanted, I put on a show and was expecting this to be the peak of the trip. I put on a show about ancient Egypt, it fascinated me. This is where things get intense, I look up at my wall and I’m seeing beings beyond what I could even comprehend, they weren’t talking, just spinning, they then blew up into a million little dots that kept splitting in half and changing colours (if you could even call it a colour, it was a colour I swear I have never seen) and then quickly “running” back into each other again to complete the original dots, this goes on for eternity and I stare at the wall with my mouth open, drooling and my nose running violently. Then a sort of jump it in my memory happens, the lights and my computer are off, all I can feel is colours pouring out of every hole in my body, sounds from outside creating a rubbing sensation that feels as if my whole body is in a massage with 1000 hands, my head getting shrunken and enlarged, and I feel like I getting peeled like a banana, all my vulnerabilities were exposed, and I felt like I truly died, nothing made sense, no memories, no universe, nothing, just me in this empty place where I simple exsist. the weirdest part after sitting in this void, was when words of what felt like ancient wisdom were so loud, my ears were ringing. I couldn’t understand English, but I could understand what that being was talking to me about, my memories. The being that was on the wall before wasn’t visible, but I could definitely hear it, it was using a language based on my memories, it was showing me how perfect other people lives around me are, then showing me how not perfect my life was because of the choices I made, I never had the proper childhood as everything in my life (since I was in grade 1) has been full of horrible mistakes that tore my family apart, especially my mom. I couldn’t feel emotions however, I was an observer, unbiased in my thinking, only observing what mistakes I’ve made in my life and how it screwed almost everyone around me up, then all of a sudden this feeling of hopelessness washed over me as I reminisce about my childhood, the happiness and joy that came with everything, the innocent me that never wanted to do bad, always had dreams and a love for anyone I knew, then it went sour, I started reflecting with the being on if everyone’s life is really as perfect as it says it is. Then I realized how fucked up everyone in my life was, my dads drug and gambling addiction, my Aunty’s drug addiction, my friends, coworkers, boss, teachers, then a realization hit me, we are all fucked up, and all we can do is live with that, move on with our life and embrace that it’s apart of the human experience to make big and small mistakes, it’s how you grow from it that matters. The being then showed me how my dad was in a very similar situation as me, but he fought and ended up in a life that gave him a purpose and a reason worth living, yes he has to deal with those disturbing memories but his good life outweighs the bad now. The being then showed me how much ive grown, starting from the day I decided I want a successful future, to now. It explained how I’m in a very transitional position in life and these feelings I’m feeling are normal, and that instead of think about how I could’ve ended up, think about how I want to end up. It then feels like I get kicked in the back of the had and boom everything is normal, no visuals, no headspace, just a feeling of satisfaction and peace.

This seems like a very mediocre life lesson but just reliving painful memories that i have buried and locked for no one to know, all of a sudden get later out by some ancient being that knows everything about me is kinda fucking mind bending, as well as seeing things beyond comprehension, because how in the fuck is it possible for you own mind to make something that it doesn’t even know what it’s looking at.

Did a mix of a few things nearly died So i'd like to share ny experience with drugs that had me nearly dying. So first of all i'm very sorry for my bad english. So it was before 2 years since that experience i do not Take mdma no more especially in the mix with other things. So the evening started and we've planned that we just wanna drink and maybe snort some lines of amphetamine. There the evening started we all got very wasted and at one certain Point a friend of mine pulled out tilidin and benzos so i decided to take them because he said all will be fine . So i was tripping very hard because of the mix of alcohol Amphetamine benzos and a tilidin. So then we moved inside and still dont wanted to go to sleep so we decided to do some mdma. I was tripping so fucking hard. I had very weird dreams and just can hardly remember this evening. The next morning we went outside to chill with friends I threw up Like 30 times in 2 hours and i could'nt drink anything at all without puking. I was so dehydrated that i nearly passed out so i went Home. There was a lil fight so i called the police my parents told them what was happening what i did and stuff like that. So the police walked into my room and asked me a few questions that i had'nt answerd so they left with the words that i can be happy that i'm still living. A few weeks before i am writing this post i found an lettre that i wrote with what i did and that was insane. So please dont do this be aware of the mixture!!!

I just typed all of this out. If you enjoy reading this, please let me know. I wanted to do this for my first few trips but ended up not doing it.

I also want to say that my intentions were to have a fun little time and listen to some cool music or make love to my wife or watch tv. I wanted a cool little psychedelic experience, just for funsies. It was only 2g after all. This ended up being quite a bit more powerful than when I took 5.5g. That was 8 days before so I was counting on tolerance to make this not very strong too. I had lots of residual bad feelings from last time but it was all very important for this trip to affect me like this. Also, this is my 4th trip. Started a few months ago. Anyway, here’s the trip! Enjoy!

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While hunting and hanging in a tree, completely miserable and very VERY beat up from the hike in, I decided I would trip on mushrooms despite having taken 5.5g 8 days prior. I wanted to see if tolerance is as serious as some say. That trip was awful and I think it was because my son was awake and I was very nervous about my responsibility to take care of him even though my wife was taking care of him. I decided to wait until he went to bed around 6-7 before I took them. I also figured it would be a great time to try lemon tek because I wanted the whole thing to g to only last a few hours. I’m VERY serious about my bedtime because sleep is of utmost importance for health and stress management.

I have always tripped on an empty stomach and the effects hit me anywhere from 3 minutes to 30 minutes. This time I ate dinner around 3:30 to give me time to digest. I ate a full bowl of chili my wife made with a bunch of cheese and hot sauce. It was delicious (obvi). I was nervous this would make the trip come on very slow. I ended up accepting my fate and I was ok that it would happen later than I’d like and I would inevitably go to bed way later and get likely an awful nights sleep. Oh well.

Around 6, after baby boy was taken to his bedroom by my wife, I prepared 2g dried cubes powder in 1-2oz 100% lemon juice (squeeze bottle). I then ate a fresh banana to try to help with nausea. I wanted to wait at least 20 minutes to let it really do its thing in the lemon juice. I ended up stopping the wait after 15 minutes so I could get this show on the road. I opened a Waterloo Cherry sparkling water to chase it because it smelled like puke. Yuck. I took the glass to the sink and downed the whole thing. The lemon juice was delicious. The mushrooms were fucking disgusting. I rinsed the glass with water and drank that a few times to make sure I got every bit that I could.

I walked in the living room and sat down with my wife, who was watching Harry Potter. The characters were talking about death eaters or something and I figured this would not be good for my trip. Too spooky. So I went and grabbed my AirPods as a backup plan and sat back down. I started feeling the weird energy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Anxiety and excitement washed over me.

“How are you feeling” wife asked.

“Not sure, I think I’m feeling it but it could just be some nausea” I responded.

We continued watching it as my stomach fluttered around and the feeling started spreading. This is definitely it. I checked my watch and it was 6:32. Wow, that was fast.

I decided Harry Potter was DEFINITELY too scary for this so I popped in my AirPods. I told wife I was going to listen to some music. I felt like I wanted to lay down but couldn’t figure out how or if that was a good idea. The nausea was strong this time. Just like the last trip. Fuck. I realized I was starting to get to spiral. This was turning bad fast.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, very aware that it may look like I’m having a bad time. That’s because I was having a bad time. I felt my face buzzing. My eyeballs were stretching and lights because harsh. I didn’t want my wife to ask about it because I knew that I would have to be honest and that would make it all real, just like last time. I got to the bathroom and started to pee. Holy shit, I thought. That was a lot. I could smell everything in the bathroom. It was disgusting. My bathroom doesn’t usually stink, but when I’m on mushrooms, I smell EVERYTHING. Yuck.

I walked back out and sat on the couch. I then laid down. I remembered that my headphones were in so I decided to play some music. What better choice than Ray Lynch’s Deep Breakfast.

This was an album I used to listen to as a very young boy every night when I went to sleep. I stopped listening to it at some point in my childhood, not sure when. I know I’ve tried to listen to it in adulthood but for some reason I had INTENSE emotional response to it. So I never touched it again. Until tonight that is.

Celestial Soda Pop, the first song on the album started to play. Immediately it freaked me out so I changed it to Radiohead, my favorite band. I played OK Computer starting at Subterranean Homesick Alien. I noticed I definitely did not like the noise canceling tone from my AirPods. Something that I usually tune out, but I couldn’t tonight. It made my mind feel very tense. Still it was pretty cool.

The nausea was still there and I was understanding from last time that it is likely a big factor in causing a bad trip. Nothing I could do about it though so I just tried to ignore it. It came in waves. I would start feeling very sick in my stomach, then it would start swelling up to my mind. It was like a mushroom ocean tide.

I closed my eyes and just listened to the music. I was glad that I did a lemon tek and the peak wouldn’t last very long. I was anticipating the comedown to start after an hour. What is time though. I checked my watch and read the time but couldn’t quite understand what it was exactly that I was trying to figure out. Hmmm. Back to closing my eyes.

That’s when the closed eye visuals started. What looked like sunspots, or that spot you get from looking at a bright light, was present. It started to grow and morph. It danced around and then the colors started. I saw a crazy kaleidoscope of patterns and colors dancing around to the rhythm of the music. Very cool. Still feeling very uneasy though. The kaleidoscope dissolved away into a huge open space that seemed like it was under water. These beings started dancing around. They looked like psychedelic octopuses with extremely long tentacles. The feeling I had for them was intense, like they were beautiful. I kept feeling aroused and didn’t know why. Why am I so sexual. Why does this always happen to me. I have to make everything about sex. They were just so beautiful though.

As each song came to an end, the scenery changed. It was all still underwater but each song presented a new location with new beings. Sometimes bubbles, sometimes not. Each song had its own tinged color for the scene. It was all so cool but it still felt wrong somehow. There’s that nausea again. Then I remembered the tidal forces of psilocybin. I realized I was raising up on this massive ocean swell and it was about to hit my mind. My whole body was buzzing. I could t feel this intense pleasantry in my feet.

When the swell hit my mind, it started sliding down the wave like it was surfing. I wasn’t seeing any of this though, just feeling it. I noticed I was breathing very deeply and slowly. I also noticed the scene started spinning. I felt hornier and a big mix of euphoria and hell. That’s when she reveled herself.

What I saw was portions of this very intimidating but nurturing feminine presence. Her legs looked like something from a cyber themed horror movie. They were black and had glowing patterns all over. I can’t describe the color of the patterns because I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a color. Like it’s something my mind made up. The background was firey red\ orange. She never spoke words, but communicated through feelings. She told me that she was in charge and my guide or something. She told me that it’s going to be ok. I felt awful at this point and realized I had felt regret for this entire experience. I regretted taking these and wished for them to do their thing quickly so I could just go to bed. She told me to stop fighting and succumb to her will.

Pause: At some point I turned the music to Jon Hopkins. :Unpause

She focused on my ever present horniness. She turned into this sexy dominatrix type. I tried to get her to have sex with me and she unleashed a little bit of her power to destroy me a little and put me back in my place. That scared the shit out of me. She told me to sit back and shut up. She said she is in full control of everything and if I don’t listen to her, she would hurt me in unfathomable ways. She wasn’t being mean, she was warning me. She was a guide for me after all.

Feeling so helpless, I listened to her. I felt that tidal nausea again and I just forced myself to relax into it. She told me that was exactly what I was supposed to do and she became friendly and nurturing again. Motherly in a way. That’s when my mind started melting and I think I really experienced ego death. I felt my teeth fit together as I softly clenched my jaw. I wasn’t sure what was happening though. I started twitching my fingers, arms, and legs like I did when I dropped 5.5g last time. I tried moving my mouth to get a sense of what was happening to it. I could t really move. It felt like my brain was short circuiting. It was frightening but awe inspiring. My mouth started melting and what I felt in my teeth seemed like it was actually my lips, then like it was actually my chest. My heart was racing but I could t figure out where it was. I could t figure out what it was. Who I was or even what I was.

I had no idea what was happening or how I’d gotten here. It was like I have always been here and I always will be here. I tried to think of other people like my wife or my family or neighbors or strangers or anyone. But I realized they never existed. I never existed. The only thing that has ever existed was this place and this feeling. The buzzing on my face I felt earlier, I no longer had a face so it was my mind that was feeling this. It was my mind that was feeling everything. My mind has never existed and never will, so it was like I was some sort of glowing energy. There was no I, only this energy that I can only describe as my spirit or my soul. It doesn’t look human because there is no humans ever to exist. This was in a new dimension. Our dimension has never existed. I could t remember anything, because there was nothing to remember. Remembering has never existed. The only thing ever and forever was and is this feeling. Terrifying and awe inspiring. Euphoric and helish. Everything you could ever feel was nothing compared to this feeling that we’ve always felt and have always been.

This mushroom goddess told me that this is what I needed to see. Nothing has ever mattered and nothing will ever matter. It’s just me and her but she is me and I am you. We are all one and nothing at all.

She then told me to change the music back ti Deep Breakfast. She said it’s time I face whatever this is. She told me I’d be ok. She told me she would keep me safe, but I had to face this. So I opened my eyes and went to the bathroom.

I was standing over my toilet and the visuals were insane. I was seeing the splash from me peeing dance around. I realized that I was tripping hard as fuck. Like even harder than 5.5g. I went back and laid down and put on Deep Breakfast again by Ray Lynch starting with Celestial Soda Pop. Then I closed my eyes.

The visuals started again with the sunspots morphing, but this time into thousands of little glowing maggots, writhing around and changing the overall shapes. Then it dissolved again into the cosmos, or the wide open space where the mushroom goddess was waiting for me.

I listened to the song start and thought the intro was weird. Then it got weirder. I fell back into my trance of unknowing. The feelings started to hit me again like a soft butterfly with the force of a nuclear explosion. As I listened to the music, I got this feeling of innocence. I pictured me as my child, but it was also my son, and then my father. It was me again and I was laying in bed after playing all day. I was getting some rest but looking forward to playing more the next day. The music played through my boombox that I got one year for Christmas or my birthday. It was beautiful. My eyes welled up with tears and it felt like a sad expression washed over my face. But didn’t have a face. I was my spirit.

The goddess told me to stop fighting and to pay attention. This may be the most important lesson I will ever learn. So I kept listening. I peeled back every feeling to find this feeling of innocence. The innocence every child has. This beautiful feeling of blissful ignorance to how cruel and scary and frightening and hateful our world is. The pain and agony that’s experienced by every being every day forever and ever.

I held this innocence and felt that it had been taken from me. By who, I don’t know. I think it was likely taken from me by myself. I grew up. I learned about pain and suffering. I experienced the surge of testosterone in puberty that turned me into a being capable of sexuality. The dirty nasty feelings that all of us love and enjoy that is sex. I grew to understand and harness hate to destroy my enemies in my mind. I learned about goals and to disregard beauty to be able to obtain them. To always chase the next big thing, never content with anything ever.

This innocence has been buried in a mountain of shit and me as a little boy was being tortured for eternity trying to be playful and innocent. He was sad and scared and confused. He was lonely. He didn’t know what was happening. He just wanted it to stop. He just wanted to play. He just wanted to be happy again.

The goddess revealed herself once again. She said that’s enough. You’ve seen enough for now. I love you and you’re going to be ok. She kissed me in a nurturing way and left. I spiraled again. I opened my eyes to make sure I wasn’t crying. I didn’t want my wife to see this. I was ashamed. I thought back to child me and felt remorse. I told him I’m sorry and that I love him.

My wife asked if I was ready for bed. I said yes. She walked upstairs and I wandered around downstairs trying to remember what exactly it was that I need to do before I go upstairs for bed. Then I remembered bit by bit. Give my dog a treat. Close and lock the doors. Tuck my dog in and give him a kiss good night. I hugged him and told him I love him. I went to the bathroom again and realized I was still tripping absolute fuck right now. I checked my watch and it was 8:00. Still didn’t know what that meant or why I checked. I peed again and went upstairs. I climbed in bed and told my wife good night. I closed my eyes and went back into the cosmos to face whatever else I needed to face.

This and the rest of the night ended up being reflection. I tried remembering as much as I could. I realized that while this was scary and intimidating, I can’t wait until the next time. This has been quite the experience. I saw things that I could never even fathom. It was like witnessing a nuclear explosion from the epicenter and having your whole body torn away and melted away, leaving only the very core of your existence.

After hours of trying to sleep and reflecting, and going to the bathroom over and over and over again, I finally fell asleep. I woke up this morning to my wife kissing me goodbye as she went to work. I slept a little more and when I woke up the second time, I went down stairs. I went about. Y typical morning routine. I turned on my sound system and played Deep Breakfast again to bask in the beauty of what I just experienced. I had also woken up my son, who was playing with his toys.

As the music played, I reflected back on my experience. I cried and I cried hard. I haven’t cried in years. I wanted to so bad but I just couldn’t. Something was blocking it and this was the first step at taking the blockade down. I picked up my boy and hugged him and told him I love him. He smiled and kept playing and babbling.

What an experience. So powerful.

I found conflicting evidence on the combination of these two substances and decided to try it out at a low dose here's my results:

30mg oral mdma 4mg sublingual ondansetron

It was incredible body/head high, relieved all nausea and felt equivalent to 100mg mdma. Difficulty digesting water, had significant temp regulation issues, was outside in 40°F and my extremities were cold yet my core was burning up.

Lesson: use with caution, dose low on mdma and have lots of electrolytes, don't have compounding conditons that make it difficult to process water, have an ice bath or cold outside to cool your core in case of emergency.

last night i was going to some haloweenparty with a friend, turns out he got sick so he had to cancle, however i was fuly prepared to have a great trip so went to another friend. when starting the trip i took 50mgs of 2cb the comeup was slow but early on it was clear to me ill be having a heavey trip exactly what i came here for.

after some tripping i start moving towards the peak so i take another 25mgs of 2cb at this point my friend invites another guy whom takes with him his legal druggs , most interesting ones are 4-ho-met(sysnthetic psylocibe) and dmt(ncob dmt oxolate) my friend takes 17mgs of 2cb and 1 hour later we both take 21mgs of the 4-ho-met wich greatly intensifies the visuals we continue tripping for a few hours patterns start to really get insanelynbeautifull still i am on a relative clear mind tho

after it starts to cool down a bit we take another 21 mgs of 4-ho-met wich prolongs the trip further right after this last one kicks is we start smoking dmt. im unable to hold the dmt vape sadly sk i put it in my joint, people keep telling me i cant do this but i do it annyway, the 4-ho-met had great visuals but after taking hits of my dmt joint the visuals become 100 times more complex and intense i love it

we took our first dose around 10 in the evening, we took our last hit of dmt at 6 in the morning and we were seeing patterns for another 7 hours after that last dmt hit i call it a great success trip wise but instarted this trip to find my bounderies and somehow i didnt have enough psychedelics to find them😂

edit:forgot to tell, i also smoked a few grams of weed during this experience, but as a fulltime smoker i didnt think of mentioning it :)

Hey, so I am a beginner psychedelic user, only done acid twice before this experience and they went well. Well about a week ago, me and a couple buddies took 2 tabs each at about 6pm (not sure exactly how strong they were, around 100ug) and for the first 4 hours, the trip was going like usual. Though at around 10:00 pm, we decided to smoke some bowls which ultimately wasn’t the best decision. At around 10:30 we were talking and all of a sudden my trip completely changed, my friends were talking when they started make no sense at all and when I tried to talk to them I didn’t make any sense, then all of a sudden it felt as if all the energy acid gives you disappeared and the hallucinations stopped, leaving me extremely confused, about to go into the peak of my trip. As I was completely jumbled I decided to go lie down in a seperate room to try and understand what was happening (as at the time I thought I stopped tripping or something) this was a mistake, I began feeling stuck in this trip, feeling like I was in a time loop that would never end and that I wasn’t in my own reality, I began to have a bit of a existential crisis, I tried to focus on my own being and realise that eventually I would be fine, though it was incredibly hard to stay focused on that thought. Luckily my buddies came and checked on me, it was hard to explain what was happening at the time so I just tried to focus on a video and slowly became sane again. Though my trip returned a little bit it wasn’t the same as before, though I could tell I was peaking still.

Is this what it’s like to nearly have a bad trip, Anyone had a similar experience or heard of this happening before?

Now I’ve took shrooms a few times before (3G last couple times) and recently got into the possession of some more after a couple years without them. Also, I hadn’t smoked cannabis for a couple weeks prior to this and so I rolled a fat one up, popped 1g golden teachers using the lemon tek method. I admit I was pretty over confident going in, I mean it was only 1g… right?

Firstly the weed hit nicely like a warm blanket, just as I remembered and I was expecting a mild body buzz from the shrooms but nothing much more. Which began and then I realised I was going deeper and deeper and before long I realised I was actually tripping fucking balls. It all seemed to come on so sudden, Egyptian hieroglyphs floated around me (the eye of Ra I think?) and other strange symbols and glyphs in a neat line whizzing past. A fucking schoolteacher like jester guy propelled me way above the earth into the cosmos to float around neon objects.

It was intense but enjoyable, however I remember thinking I had work the next morning and needed to come down, a cliche beginner mistake, trying to fight against the effects and the trip ended up taking some unpleasant turns as I fought against the headspace. It took about 4-5 hours for the “trip” to end.

I guess I’m just astonished a small amount could do this to me, maybe the tolerance break from weed and then smoking some had something to do with it. So, has anyone else tripped from small amounts before?

About 3 years ago I decided to start taking mushrooms. It was my second time trying them and I decided to do it with 3 of my buddies and 1 person tripsitting us, but our tripsitter was very unexperienced and unprepared for what was going to happen. We bought a oz of shrooms and some weed (all in a legal state). Each of us took 4.5 grams, it may have been to much but it was a fun experience. We took the shrooms in his basement on peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches. We waited for the shrooms to kick in for about 30 minutes before I started to feel a deep tingling sensation and a slight loss of hearing. Around this point still on the comeup we had the idea to go for a walk. As we started to walk down this very dark rual backroad, I began to trip harder and harder. It was about 2am in the morning about an hour into the trip I began to peak, as I looked at the trees I saw them deforming and almost coming alive, it was like they were pointing at something and trying to tell me something. While all this is happening I hear my trippsitter yell, "holy shit it's a car" we all start running in different directions as fast as we could. I was lost by myself in the middle of a corn field and it went on for as long as I could see and right in the middle of it I saw a town but it was not a actual town it was just as if you outlined a 1920s western town in L.E.D lights and you could just see the glowing outline I remember seeing it and I began to run to it. Eventually as I was running I fell in a ditch that was by the road that ran through the corn field. I fell in the ditch and just layed there in the warm water because I couldn't get up. Around 10 minutes after that one of my friends found me who had a phone. We realized we were about 2 miles away from the house. I couldn't move my entire body so he began to carry me up a nearby hill trying to carry me back to the house. He ended up laying me on the road and calling one of our other friends. He drove his car and picked me up I road in the bed and got back to the house where I walked to the basement, and watched a movie till I fell asleep.

Has anyone done it, can you share your experiences .

To set the scene, I’m in bed wearing an eye mask and ear plugs. It’s about numbing the senses and that leads to deeper out of body type experiences.

So as I’m hitting the vape pen, I some how was able to hit it at the end of a trip. This some how allowed me to take hits while already experiencing out of body vision.

The waiting room I landed in was different than my previous experiences. This room had alchemical lab equipment. The walls were made of stone. It looked like it was built 500 years ago.

In the room gravity is lifted and what floats through the air are rollled up scrolls 📜 . I could command the scrolls to appear in front of me. And what was contained in those rolls was spooky stuff; lot of drawings of human anatomy. Very strange.

All of a sudden I look to my left and I see a middle age man with black hair and well kept beard. He was wearing all black. He had a magic wand in his hand🪄 . He gestured to me what he was about to do with wand. He threw it across the room. The wand slowly rotated as it hit the wall. Then the room shattered from the wand’s impact. As the room crumbled a new one came to form. Then the wand floated back to me. I then threw the wand and same thing happened. Room falls apart for new room. It felt like we were ascending higher dimensional realms with each new room.

Something very strange ended up happening. Like I said I was able to keep hitting the vape while all this visionary was happening. And the vape ran out of juice. I could taste the burnt and the next room that appeared was smoldering from a fire. Which is such a strange play of the senses.

So as we ascend we start ascending faster and faster. Also my memory of my self was fading. Kept fading away till I almost completely lost myself. Suddenly, I felt electricity enter the back of my neck. It was startling like being shocked.

All of a sudden I heard a voice. The voice was feminine and seductive. She says, “we have been watching you, we like the way you are approaching us through the experience. I’m part of a group of fairy angels that look after life on this planet. We are giving you a rare opportunity to join our band of gypsies. Do you want in?” I said “yes”

After saying yes, a huge castle room where you might see a king sitting. The walls were stone, like the lab. There are some fairly basic add ons like windows and pillars up to the ceiling of this huge room. Then I see this grail rise in the middle of the room and the angels started singing beautiful sound I’ve never heard before. It sounds like beautiful harmonics but electrical. “Bzz bzz bzz”

And as they sang the grail began to overflow with a liquid that looked like honey and the overflow melted down the grail, but not like honey; more like candle wax. There were also angelic symbols/letters oozing with in that honey liquid. The symbols were bold rainbow colored

Now as they sang, they said, “join us!! “ and then I started doing the “bzz bzzz bzz” with them. And while all this is happening, I feel like I’m being hypnotized and seduced. My body felt an ecstasy that seemed humanly impossible. But there it was.

After we got done singing, I got sent back to my body. I felt incredible. I was initiated, but what I was initiated for was well beyond my understanding at the time. But almost immediately after that experience, almost all of them were shared with magician entity. He taught magic and rituals.

There’s a lot to take in. I don’t want to get into it right now. Spent enough time writing this report.

My conclusion on the grail, it is the grail I people search for. I did consider myself to be interested in grails before this experience. People go on quest for the grail and rarely would one find it. And they say after you find it, it will change your life in unexpected ways. So true…even though I was not searching for the grail, the grail found me. Apparently they thought I was worth their time.

A couple days ago me and my friend took some shrooms while I was staying over at his house for a night. When I had taken mushrooms before I had taken an 8th of a kind I don’t know the name of so I thought I would just do the same this time. When I got them the 8th was just one large mushroom instead of the multiple smaller shrooms I’ve had before but I took the whole 8th while my friend took about a 16th. 20 minutes after me and my friend are walking in a park and I instantly realized I took to much. Normally for my other trips it would take me 40 minutes to an hour to feel anything, but while I was walking I couldn’t feel my body and it was like I was flying across the side walk. Once I knew I was gonna trip balls we went back to his house and just relaxed in his room.

There was barely any build up to the peak of the trip, as soon as I got into the room and tried to take my shoes off it looked like my feat where melting into the floor. I eventually got into some pajamas and laid down but the entire room was melting and glowing around me, even my body was completely unrecognizable. Maybe 30 minutes into the trip I started getting paranoid about stupid stuff. We had saw a cop earlier and a stranger had screamed out there car window at us earlier while walking(that wasn’t a hallucination I swear). My friend who is much more experienced in shrooms calmed me down and told me everything would be ok(it’s also important to know that his family was in the house during this).

He then left the room to brush his teeth and has soon as he left the room I got chills down my spine and all my visuals stopped, it was like I went completely sober. I heard a loud crashing noice, almost like a bang and then heard his mom outside the door speaking and it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I heard her say “he shot himself in the head, I don’t think he’s breathing”. She sounded panicked but collected enough that I assumed that she was on the phone with 911. I stood there completely frozen, I wanted to go outside and see what happened but I already told myself I wouldn’t leave the room at all because of how much I was tripping. I then heard people crying as a truck started outside. I pulled back his curtains to look outside and red and blue light from an ambulance and cop car filled the room. As soon as I looked through the window I also heard the siren of an ambulance and it was deafening. I fell onto his bed and was to terrified to cry. I completely thought that my childhood friend had shot himself.

I had heard the horror story’s of people killing themselves on bad trips so I believed my hallucinations to be real. The idea to take the shrooms was mine so I thought it was my fault he had a bad trip and killed himself. But right as I was starting to think about what I’ve done he walked back into the room, he was perfectly fine and his family where casually talking right next to the door. The visuals and colors I was seeing before came back instantly and it was just like before he left. I didn’t tell him about I just went through until the next morning because I didn’t want to ruin our night(mine was already ruined I just wanted him to have a good time)

Tbh I have no idea what triggered those hallucinations. Every other time I’ve tripped of shrooms or acid I’ve never heard or seen anything that real or that scary. When I think of that night I still get chills

Mushrooms are magic and sometimes absolutely terrifying

I Took 2 Tabs and Got Stranded in the Middle of Nowhere with a Dead Phone

So, I’m 17, and I ended up stranded on the road while tripping. My phone died, and things got really intense. I started running, saying random stuff, feeling like I was being chased by demons. Out of nowhere, it felt like these demons were ripping out of my chest, telling me things like "You’re gonna die," "You don’t know who you really are," and "You’ll be different." And honestly, I was different forever after that trip.

The demons kept chanting, "We own you" and "We control you." At one point, it felt like my brain split in two, and they said they had taken half of me and that next time they’d take it all. I yelled, "No, I’m keeping my soul!" but they responded, "You’ll never say no. You’ll never disobey. You are nothing."

I just kept sprinting until I made it home, and I’ve never tripped again since.

When I was 16 (now 17), I realized I had never taken any psychedelics before, so I thought I’d give it a try. I met up with a guy—let’s call him Joe—who’s now my best friend, but at the time, he was my plug. He sold me eight tabs of acid in exchange for an old guitar I had, which was worth about $22. Joe said he’d hang out with me while I tripped.

When I got the tabs, I asked how many I should take, and he suggested starting with one. Ignoring his advice, I took all eight. About 15 minutes later, we hopped onto an inflatable raft, and as the acid started to kick in, I began feeling its effects. While we were drifting on the raft, I suddenly started yelling, “Why are there trolls everywhere?! The water’s purple!” Clearly, I was on an extreme amount of acid.

At some point, I jumped off the raft and ran to his car. When Joe returned, I kept asking him repeatedly, “Where are my pants? Are we still in the water?” This went on for hours. As time passed, my trip intensified. I found myself in what felt like an entirely different dimension, where leprechauns were cheering me on as I chased a unicorn and a butterfly.

I also vividly remember being in a car with a troll and a bizarre 8-bit man, surrounded by a lot of chickens. I ate a bag of chips at some point, and then I ended up in another car with a man who had no face. He apparently dropped me off at home because I woke up around 4 AM, seeing glowing purple worms coming out of my ceiling.

I didn’t have my phone (which I later found out I’d left in Joe’s car), so I wandered into my backyard, put on my headphones, and listened to music on my PC. That’s when I had a vision of floating on the moon, where I saw Jesus and Juice WRLD.

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Warning: this reads a lot like smut but i'm just describing the experience as best as I can.

Hi, so yesterday I did magic mushrooms for the second time ever. The first time I went through a whole journey about my identity as a son/brother/uncle and what my family meant to me. Well this time my mind was focused on something else. See I (21M) have gone through years of suppressed femininity. Being obsessed with makeup looks and women's clothing, as well as having sexual fantasies of being used by men. Well I was home alone and a bit horny when I took the shrooms and wow. I felt almost involuntary movements at my hips that made it feel like my butt was expanding into a more feminine shape and I almost felt some hands wrap around my waist. I ended up encountering these self proclaimed gods of another realm who had me get all made up before using me. I felt my mouth involuntarily open as they slid their cocks into my mouth and I even physically gagged. I ended up turning over and sticking my butt out and for however long it was, took what felt like legitimate backshots from several of them. They would possess my arm and have me stick my fingers in my mouth and it would feel like i'm sucking on theirs. Eventually I got out of my bed and started to dance with some of them. They had me shake ass for them and on everything, I felt a gripping sensation and then actual penetration as I was fucked while leaning over the bed. I had some messy blowjob porn pulled up on my phone and remember trying to show them how I wanted them to do me. I once again felt my mouth open and a lot of saliva start to form as I felt like I was blowing one of them. The orgasm I felt took 3 hours to accomplish but it was absolutely insane. I am now feeling like a shell of myself because the way that I felt so feminine and was touched was everything I've ever wanted. Just felt like I really needed to share that.

Since english isn't my first language, I wrote this report with Google Translate

Hello dear reader. I would like to use this trip report to describe a pleasant but at the same time unpleasant and life-threatening experience of heavy mixed consumption. This happened when I was 15 years old (I don't want to hear how bad it was for me, I am aware of it). On a Saturday evening until Sunday afternoon, when I was at my house with a friend, we came up with the "brilliant" idea of consuming things. Saturday evening began for her with LSD, but since this didn't work for her, we came up with the idea of enhancing the effect of the psychedelics with HHC, but that didn't work (she had a 200 microgram tablet inside her). About 30 minutes later I drank vvmodka with her and another friend, of which we both drank 80ml in total (the friend is now unimportant). When we were chilling out a bit, she took half a tablet because it wasn't working and then she took 370mg of an ecstasy pill. When we got home an hour later, we waited 2 hours until midnight and she took another whole pill and I took half an LSD tablet and half an ecstasy pill (so 185mg). After that happened, I put around 300mg of MDMA in the form of molly, i.e. crystal form, into a line, crushed it into small pieces and snorted it and did exactly the same for her. About 20 minutes later we remembered ketamine and I gave 800mg of ketamine in 2 lines and snorted 500mg of it, she snorted the other 300. When it all started to work, I had a strong dissociative effect, my vision was distorted, everything was spinning and I saw in breaks. Spongebob was on TV and at times I had the feeling of being in the show. When I woke up from the show, she was suddenly lying next to Mur and there was her vomit on the floor. Since the effects hadn't worn off yet, the trip didn't stop and everything was still spinning and so on until I ended up in the k-hole for 10 hours. I woke up at around 1pm and my girlfriend told me everything I'd forgotten (which, surprisingly), wasn't even that much. When I came to, I realized that I could have died not only because I had overdone it with the consumption, the amount and the mixed consumption, but also because I had not even consumed half a kilogram of fluid in the 13 hours of tripping, including the k-hole. When my guest left, I was in a whirlwind of emotions, although I don't know if it was from grief because I really like the guest, from heartbreak or from the consumption. In the end, I have to say that it was a very good time but also very dangerous and I can't advise anyone to do this without having used them themselves and being comfortable with these substances and/or having informed themselves sufficiently about them.

Edit: What I forgot about my trip report is thst I luckiky didn't take any physical and psycological damage from it but it could Happen and the chances weren't even that low and I didnt had any Symptome except for an higher body temperature and i guess it was an higher pulse.

Stay safe!

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Me and my friend decided to take 1.5 ISH grams of dried liberty caps each yesterday. We had an amazing positive experience and talked alot about spiritual stuff.

We sat inside listening to music for a few hours then decided to go on a walk around the woods and fields nearby.

After returning, about 5 hours into the trip, I get extremely light headed and then everything faded to black. The next thing I remember is me on the floor unable to move my body with alot if anxious, negative thoughts running through my head

I then heard my friend say 'get up man' so I stood up and felt 10 times better, almost like a new person with a different sense of clarity. The effects of the psilocybin didn't last much longer after this.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.

Does anyone have any thoughts on this or similar experiences?

P.s. 1.5 is enough to make my trip quite intensely with my metabolism and body.

MDMA oral - 120 mg Cannabis - 1 puff smoked, 12.5 mg d8 oral Alcohol - 6 drinks?

Background:

Age 20, undiagnosed: Depression/Bipolar and/or Anxiety, first time tasting MDMA Prior Drug Use: P. Cubensis, Alcohol, Cannabis, LSD, 2-CB, DXM, DMT

Set: Slight worry of a new drug, happy to be with good friends

Setting: Beautiful lakefront property with very few people except for my friends (TM (M, closest male friend), PD (F, known for a long time but just recently become friend friends), AS (girlfriend of over 2 years))

T: 0:00 - 4:00 pm PD just finished her online assignment and TM weighed out our doses. Everyone was going to take 100 mg, except for me. I was going to take 120 mg because all of the others seemed to have a lower natural tolerance to most drugs. While this is reasonable it is not logical. Reflecting on this decision, I should have dosed closer to 100 as 120 was slightly too much. I do not regret the decision to dose higher, but I think if I were to dose any higher it would not have been as fun of an experience. I believe our product was very pure, it was tested with reagent kits and pinged as MDMA only, and other products from the same source seemed to be high quality as well.

We began getting ready for the walk to the pool, which is about a 5-minute walk.

T: +0:20 Onset was quite quick with this one, and I could begin to feel some effects beginning as we started walking over. I felt very slight stimulation, which was similar to LSD. I felt a very pleasurable, warm, tingling feeling slowly radiating down my arms, neck, and back.

The others spoke up saying they felt something similar, but did not verbalize more specifically than me.

We eventually made it to the pool and started to play music (Beachboys, Cream, and other similar bands) and started floating around.

The music sounded very good, but It was distinct from other substances. On Mushrooms I feel as though I can pick out different instruments easily, but on MDMA I would describe the music as just being exactly what I wanted to listen to at that time.

T: +0:45 PD asks "How much more time before we begin to peak?" I responded "Probably about an hour", but I feel like I was very wrong looking back. The real amount was probably around 30 minutes.

We all chat about effects slightly and various other topics I can't remember. No change in my ability to think unlike Mushrooms or LSD, very sober mind throughout the entire journey.

T: +1:00 - Begin peak! I feel very calm, and floating in the water exacerbates this to a very large degree. Walking through the water I feel the liquid in a very unique way. I hadn't been in a body of water tripping before this experience. The feeling is very pleasurable and I enjoy the weight of the water on my chest (I hate this feeling most of the time).

We had all gone our separate ways with very little talking starting approx. 15 minutes ago. Now we rejoined in pairs: Me and AS, TM and PD. AS and I began talking in a noticeably more open way than normal. The focus was completely there, and while I looked up to see the others every once in a while I was completely oblivious to the music at this point. Our two pairs were speaking in a voice barely above a whisper, as that is what felt right. The discussion that we had was more personal, however, I didn't feel like I was saying anything out of pocket or strange (well there was one thing but I'll save that), just things I was anxious about saying for whatever reason, or felt the need to express. I always feel weird about expressing my love under non-sober conditions, but it felt right and I kept expressing myself.

Throughout our conversation AS and I touch and it just feels nice. The tactile enhancement is very different from any other substance I've tried. Very difficult to explain, but skin in water felt more smooth, and soothing. I wasn't trying to soothe myself, but the repetitive actions felt very nice, and I kept doing whatever action felt the best at the time.

It was either around here or the next section where I began to see visuals looking at the relatively clear sky. This was different from any other kind of visual that I've seen, however, most of my trips have been at night and I've only looked at the sky during the day on LSD, but it was dissimilar to MDMA. MDMA visuals were very rare to come by and looking at the sky was one of the only ways I could actually see them. It was as if the sky's hue was shifting and blooming rapidly then staying that hue. The clouds were thin and wispy, but they morphed in a very non-psychedelic way much more similar to visuals I've seen on DXM. They felt more real (although I knew for a fact they weren't), and I didn't have to focus in that strange way you have to get visuals on moderate doses of psychs. (This was the most pleasing aspect of MDMA that I was not expecting)

T: +2:00 I start getting very very cold and start shivering in the water. Mind you it was damn near 95 degrees Fahrenheit. This was not something I was expecting, I was expecting to be very hot and sweaty considering the reports I'd read.

To remedy this issue I get out of the pool and lay on the rocky ground that I nearly burned myself on earlier in the day. This was not easy to do but the cold was too much to bear. I didn't want to change anything while on MDMA, every action was extremely pleasurable to the point that the thought of changing anything immediately made me not want to. The rock also felt very nice once I got there, and began to warm up a little bit.

Rubbing my thumb against the rock felt so good I had to mention it. At this point, sandpaper crossed my mind as something that would be enjoyable to play with. To note I was not pushing my thumb into the concrete, but lightly brushing it across the rock. I felt no need to do anything with force and the lightest of touch felt pleasurable.

Eventually, I spoke up and everyone else seemed to be cold as well, so we packed up our things and began walking back up to the house.

T: +2:30 TM and I are both drug nerds, pull up Psychonaut Wiki multiple times to double check how the drug works, dose, and duration throughout. We know about using a booster, and keep that in the back of our minds. We were thinking no to the booster before the trip, but now once we all got settled into the trip and we were back in the house we all thought redosing would be an amazing idea. We redosed at 40 mg each and hope to extend the peak. I probably waited too long, redose didn't affect me nearly as much as the others I believe. I also believe that redosing is not as effective as I believed, and while it may extend the peak marginally it is safer to not redose, and instead take something like mda.

This was when the Alcohol was brought out, and I believe we all drank at this point. For me around 2.25 standard drinks were consumed. We drank fireball shots and seltzers.

T: +3:00 As we are all in our very happy lovey state we just sit and talk. I ended up bringing up the strange idea I glossed over earlier. This idea is "You know what if we all had sex?" I wasn't the first to have this idea, but I was the first to verbalize it to the group during the trip. I guess everyone else had thought about it as well. This seemed to be a trend, we were all on the same page very easily and if there was miscommunication I don't think it was very obvious. I wouldn't say our thoughts were connected or we knew what each other was going to say before it happened, but we had been thinking similar things.

The conversation kept going but others kept mentioning it, and eventually, we ended up at a crossroads. Should we continue with our current trajectory or should it be derailed?

T: +3:30 AS said something to the effect of “Orgy keeps being brought up, so are we going to do something about it or not?” We were all thinking about it, and I felt a need to ensure that everyone was fully OK with doing this, so I tried to verify again. I didn't want anyone to get hurt so I tried to double-check with everyone that they were ok with it, and to set ground rules so no one gets hurt. This was probably stupid and futile as the MDMA made it feel like the right thing to do, and whatever consequences there might be probably wouldn’t be that bad and or could be nonexistent. This might have still been the decision sober, but the MDMA definitely pushed the thought of safety to a further point than it normally would have been in my mind. The regular anxiety of a decision like this would have led me to never propose the idea sober. At the current time of writing, I still don’t know if this was a good decision, although I don’t think I’ll regret it.

This is when I realized I’m not gay—TM and I kissed and there was a visceral reaction from both of us that that wasn’t something either of us enjoyed at all.

We went and sat on the couch and we all started kissing.

The feeling of kissing was very similar to sober, which surprised me as there are so many nerve endings in the lips. The main difference on MDMA was the focus and zoning out of the surroundings. This wasn’t a dissociative type feeling (like the dissociative class), it was neither a connected type feeling (like the psychedelic class). I’ve heard this is a trait of the Amphetamine class, however, as this is the only one I’ve tried it is unique to me. The focus wasn’t intense either, it didn’t feel uncomfortable or forced, just more in the zone. I’d compare it to the idea of achieving a “flow state”. You could easily focus on something else if you needed to.

T: +4:00 We migrated to the bed and began to have sex.

Touch was still impacted, rubbing my hand against skin or (a not very soft) blanket felt very pleasurable. Touch was slightly similar to Psilocybin, where it felt like the feeling radiated out to other parts of my body.

Many describe this sensation as orgasm throughout the whole body, but I would disagree, and while pleasurable it is distinctly different from orgasm. The intensity is still there, but I would describe it as being enveloped in a full-body hug. It is much more sensual than sexual, there is a love for those around you, and a love for yourself that is much more intense.

T: +6:00 - Come down We got tired out and decided to go downstairs. Thankfully we’re all clothed as we walk downstairs as PD’s mom is in the kitchen surprisingly and scarily. We walked one by one, were still all high, but could carry a conversation very well (at least it seemed, I have no objective measure). I felt more social and asked questions about things I didn’t care all that much about. It was just small talk, but I was genuinely intrigued in a way I never am. This effect was MUCH more gentle than Psilocybin. I could have easily said nothing, whereas on Mushrooms I was halfway talking before realizing that a specific thought wasn’t important to share. I guess the effect could be compared to alcohol, just a lowering of social anxiety/awareness.

Apparently, food had been delivered for us, and we had lost track of time because it was now cold. None of us were hungry, and the thought of consuming food was so abhorrent. I ate 2 bites of my pizza, as I was forcing myself to, but I felt sick immediately. Everyone else felt the same, but they said the pizza tasted bad as well. Taste was not impacted for me. The pizza tasted fine, and I didn’t feel full, but the thought of eating was as though I was full. For some reason drinking liquid was not affected in the same way. This may be because all of the drinks we had were hard seltzer, or zero-calorie alternatives/water. I believe this may be the case because I tried drinking a full-sugar Pepsi, and only took a few sips.

T: +6:30 Skinny dipping time! This night just kept evolving into checking things off a bucket list. I was coming down, and wanted to be more intoxicated in some way. (If it was safe to do more MDMA I definitely would have redosed again) We changed into swim attire, and got an ice chest full of Cannabis and alcohol, then headed out on our adventure to the lake. We went to the dock and took our clothes off. PD began playing Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers while staring at the stars that reflected off of the lake.

We had some trouble getting back onto the dock, but we started to gather our belongings and head to the pool. We got into the pool, looked up at the stars for a while, talked, and ended up having sex.

AS and I kiss, while the other pair begin to do the same. We slowly cycle in and out of each other's arms in the water.

PD describes the feeling of any sexual actions as "a state pure bliss that was amazing".

We decided to get out of the pool, begrudgingly, as it was very cold to us still, again the temperature was in the mid to high 80s.

T:+7:00 After that checkbox was filled, we went and attempted to smoke. We packed one bowl, each got a tiny hit and I fucked it up by coughing and spilling the Cannabis on the floor. At this point we were “out of weed” (TM said so, but we definitely had enough for another bowl he was just too fucked up to tell), so we decided to just drink now, and later we would take edibles. We got into the pool, still naked, and swam around. The effects were subsiding quite substantially, but the small amount of Cannabis propelled the body high in a different direction. I believe there is much synergy between MDMA and Cannabis. The body high felt different, and I think I liked it more, but I enjoy the MDMA high alone, so I would advise saving the mixing for the comedown, as I’ve heard it can be quite rough without any other substances.

I drank more heavily at this point but felt no effects of the alcohol. It definitely would have got me buzzed if I was not on MDMA, but the amount of alcohol needed to feel anything would have to be a lot higher than I was comfortable consuming considering the dehydration effects of both MDMA and Alcohol. I’d say drinking is pointless on MDMA effects-wise.

T: +8:00 We returned to the house and each had the edibles I brought, and got back into bed.

After we were done, we decided to “shower”, AS and I barely washed our hair, and the water was oscillating from hot to cold, so it wasn’t the most enjoyable of times.

T+8:30 More sex, I couldn’t get hard but we tried.

Then it was sleepy time, so we split off; but not for long! TM came back to AS and my room. I understand the desire, it was a mindset swap to me--just being around other people was nice, and being alone would have felt weird I think.

Sleep was horrific for all of us. It was around 1:30, and while we were all extremely tired we all woke up multiple times throughout the night.

At different points in the night, I had what I would call genuine hallucinations. I don’t know if this is due to the drug experience, or the thin veil between dreaming and wakefulness, but I saw figures walking around multiple times. Sometimes when I closed my eyes I saw an opening out to sea. This was as if there were tall rocks on either side of me and I was navigating out to the ocean. It felt so real, and the walls moved in their parallax way. The color was quite amazingly accurate, but the scene didn’t appear fully at once. It started as the general blocks which formed into cliffs, then color was added and the sea grew clear. It was such a strange phenomenon and I greatly appreciated it, this is what I would expect if I were to ever K-Hole.

At one point I thought PD was walking into the room, so I reached out, but no one was there. This was very vivid, and I think I actually did the action and saw her, but who knows?

T:+16:00 PD actually walked into the room at 6, and we all lay there awake in our impossibility of sleep for a little while. We eventually got up and went downstairs to make coffee and get up for the day. This was where I was so confused. I was definitely hungover, but I felt slow and dead. Not only that, I still had visuals when looking at the sky. The sky was relatively clear, but there were times when the hue shifted dramatically to a pink color in a vertical stripe which was cloud-like.

Throughout the day there were bouts of depressive thoughts, but often they didn’t last very long. I believe the shortness of the episodes were so short because of the Bupropion I took. The day after MDMA was fairly bad, worse than alcohol, and lasted much longer, but there was very little physical pain after the alcohol pain subsided.

A few days later writing this:

This was one hell of an experience I won't forget. There have been some changes that I can’t really pin down to the MDMA use, it could easily have just been the time spent with everyone and the things we did. I feel much more open to talking to people, there is less anxiety now than before. I feel like I can trust these people more than before, and the care and affection that we all have for each other is stronger than ever. I’m ok with more physical contact from less close friends, and this is especially true from other male friends. The societal push away seems so silly and I’d rather just not engage with those norms.

Those who I used to regard highly for their opinion are now held in a much more neutral place. I can see their pitfalls and strengths. I appreciate the world a little bit more now. We’ll see how long this newfound appreciation lasts.

Some random notes about effects that were consistent throughout the trip: Sex was what I would expect from a woman's perspective, it was not based around orgasm at all and was completely sensual and immersive.

The jaw clenching felt fairly good, and I had no pain the day after in my jaw. If you were to take a higher dose I think the jaw clenching would be more painful, and you would want to mitigate it with something to bite down on.

The vibrating vision was not very fun, but it subsided after a couple of hours of the trip.

Any sound was amazing. There were some sort of alarms to keep birds away from the property which were kind of scary sober, but on MDMA the sounds were comical and fun. Music was greatly enhanced, and seeing a band live on MDMA would be a wonderful treat.

PD note of the trip: "I think sex was so good on MDMA, because everyone seemed so sure that we should do it. There was no hesitation. This trip honestly helped me realize areas of myself where I'm lacking, like having the ability to feel fine with receiving without giving. On MDMA it's so much easier to feel powerful, and confident enough in your skin that you believe others would want you also. I think that's why I feel such an intense urge to go back to that day and romanticize it; ultimately I accessed a part of myself that I rarely can, and I miss the ability to be so open like that, and the others would agree with that."

The Backstory

Let me give background on what led me to this experience. I was eighteen, it was 2020, and I was in the heyday of my experimentation with LSD. As many young people do when first confronted with perspective changing chemicals and the concept of empathy, I had amassed a considerable ego. It was a habit for me to take 100 - 200ug of the drug every other weekend and explore my neighborhood at night under the nose of my parents. This was during covid afterall, what else was there to do other than get high and sneak into peoples yards to eat vegetables out of their gardens? During this time I formed an idea of myself as a psychedelic explorer, someone who was living at a slightly higher plane of existence than everyone else due to my newfound ideas surrounding the love and shared consciousness of the world. These philosophies were half baked but seemed impossibly important to me when I was searching for my personality in young adulthood. 

The Dose

Maybe I decided to take the dose because I was looking for an ego boost, maybe I was looking to expand my mind in a new direction, maybe I was looking to overcome some neuroses, most probably it was some combination of these that led me to decide eight tabs of LSD would be an appropriate dosage. LSD is always a difficult drug to get a read on, dealers seem to have an endless supply of the purest “double dipped” acid around, but the dosage seems to come up short of the promised effect. As a fifteen year old this is what I had become accustomed to, two tabs? Call it one. four tabs? I guess that’s 200 ug. This acid was different. I had dosed two of the ten tabs two weeks prior. They were strong. Much stronger than what I was used to. Two weeks later and still unwavering in my approach, I decided it was the right time to dose the rest of the strip.

The Setting

There was a furnished shed in my family's backyard, futon, bookcase, fireplace, you get the idea, a cozy place away from the eyes of my parents. My companion on this journey would be my friend, Heisenfolg (alias), someone who I trusted and connected with very deeply. Heisenfolg had a cup of mushroom tea, equating to around a gram of shrooms.

The Spiral

10:30:  ~800 ug LSD dropped

I sat down on the futon and stopped talking around 20 minutes after I dosed. Speaking just seemed like such an impossible and daunting task. I felt the pressure to say something witty or reassuring to my friend, but no words came, so I sat in silence speaking to myself in my head. This is where the weirdness begins. Even though I wasn’t physically speaking a word it seemed as if my thoughts were being amplified into the room and Heisenfolg was responding to what I was saying in my mind as if I was saying it out loud. This was a wonderful revelation! I had unlocked the power of telepathy! Or so I thought… What turned out to really be happening was much different, I was projecting Heisenfolg’s speech onto him. It wasn’t my friend speaking to me, but rather my brain was coming up with his words for him. 

I started talking out loud at this point which made my friend feel a little less stressed out, until he realized that I wasn’t really talking to him, I was talking at him, then mumbling some incoherencies. It turned out to be really dangerous that I was projecting my Heisenfolg’s personality because he began to feed into my delusions. I had a fleeting thought that the acid might have been fake. At first I ignored this thought but then my friend said, “hey dude, do you think the acid we took might have been laced?” Of course my friend didn’t actually say this, but my subconscious had expressed this fear through him. This is what began my spiral.

I would follow this rabbit hole of anxiety down and down convincing myself that the drugs were laced and I was about to die. Every thought I had that led me further down the rabbit hole had an effect on the visuals, the more I thought about dying the simpler everything would become around me. Imagine that your whole reality is a television screen in 4k, that means that there are 3840 x 2160 pixels representing everything. Everytime I had a thought that led me a step further down this rabbit hole my reality reduced in resolution, 1080p, 720p, 480p… Until I found my way to the very bottom of the rabbit hole where there was only one pixel. I had come to the conclusion that I was always the whole of the universe and I was about to die. Then suddenly I snapped out of it and dug myself out of the hole, I wasn’t the whole universe, I wasn’t about to die. Everything returned to its natural 4k resolution. However this didn’t last long, soon enough I started to spiral again and everything became simpler until I was sure that I was about to die. This must have happened four or five times where I spiraled, came out of it, then fell again. Eventually I came to the decision that I really was dying and there was no use fighting it, so I found my way to the bottom of the spiral, closed my eyes, and let go.

Side note - this part of the trip I had repressed due to the massive amounts of stress, and did not remember afterwards.

The Room

My eyes opened up and I was back in the shed, but it was very different this time, the shed was floating out in empty space and only the floor and two walls that were in front of me remained. There was a wax stamp on the air that was light red and translucent, Heisenfolg’s voice emanated from it. At the time I believed this to be my friend, but now I think it was a separate entity. The stamp was in the form of a court jester. This is the part of the trip that I remember the least, I know that I was asked a question by the jester, I know that I didn’t know the answer, and I know that I needed to come up with one. I believe that this part of the trip had me address pent up sexual frustrations that I had been harboring. I had recently broken up with a girl because I couldn’t manage to kiss her after months of dating, and I was becoming more and more insecure in myself, this negative energy had condensed and became a spiritual blockage that I didn’t know how to deal with. I eventually had a revelation that I was the one who was creating my sexual inadequacies and that I had the power to overcome that perception of myself. After I had my realization I was shot backwards into space, and the walls of the room came apart and disappeared. I felt an incredibly powerful release of all the negative energy that I had been storing in my groin(which I would later learn had manifested itself physically in me pissing myself). 

The Trials

I was transported back to the shed. Instead of there just being the three walls, where I wasn’t really able to move around, this time I was completely enclosed and able to move around at will. The walls were morphing, changing shape and color in an incredibly natural way, everything felt so real, more real than reality even. The way I described it afterwards was, “material of the universe”. The jester was back as well, the form he inhabited this time was a floating geometrical representation. He was made up of colorful hexagonal diamonds that resembled a jester. I wish I could remember more of what my conversation with the jester looked like but all I remember was that he was ambiguously malevolent, he wanted to teach me lessons, but he also delighted in my pain and was very harsh when talking with me. What he wanted to show me was the human condition I believe. He would yell out an emotion and the walls of the room would change to match the feelings of that emotion. He yelled out “love!” and the walls became pink, fluffy, and warm, it was a beautiful feeling. Then he yelled out, “Jealousy” the walls became a slightly reflective dark dark purple, I felt a pit in my stomach. I went through nine or ten of these emotions, feeling each one, then the jester yelled out, “PAIN” the walls became sharp and red, I had the feeling that my spine was being ripped out of my back. I was scared away and refused the feeling, then suddenly I was back to normal and the pain was gone. The jester said to me, “again!” and again I went through all of the emotions until I got to pain. The walls turned red and I was scared away, starting the process over once more. This happened four or five times until I had a realization, these feelings are what makes up life, the good comes with the bad, and living means not fearing the pain but embracing it. So when pain came around I decided to accept it. I had the feeling of my ribcage being torn apart, but suddenly the pain stopped and I was somewhere new.

The Dog

I was no longer in the shed but somewhere else entirely. It was like a huge cavern. The floor was made up of these massive green three dimensional diamonds that looked like hills. The sides of the cavern had cozy nooks covered in grass, it was a place that you could happily spend a lifetime. I was greeted by this large dog that had beautiful white fluffy hair. The dog talked to me and walked me through the realities of the world. I learned I was just a speck in the infinity, and that at the same time the whole of everything was me, and that there wasn’t really anything at all. I struggled with this for a while but came to the conclusion that there was no need to think, and that I should just experience the nothingness and the everythingness, I understood that it all just was. At that moment a white light enveloped me and for a moment everything was perfect. The light faded and I woke back up in the real world. 

The Aftermath

5:00 am

I woke up feeling like I had just been hit by a train, my body ached, and my brain was so fried I was at the cognitive level of a 4th grader. My pants and the futon I was on were soaked in piss. I knew I needed to deal with this but had no idea how. I ended up walking into my house and wandering around in circles looking for some sort of cleaning solution, so of course I came back after 15 minutes with a bottle of windex. Convinced my exhausted friend would clean everything for me I handed him the windex, which he promptly refused and went back to sleep. For the next four hours I layed down and tried to make sense of what I had just experienced, no sense would come of it. Eventually my friend had his parents pick him up, leaving me alone to deal with picking up the pieces of my scattered brain. I was smelling piss on everything, even after I took a shower that’s all I could smell. I was horrified that my parents knew what happened. I decided I had to get ahead of the consequences and tell them myself that I pissed the bed. Nervously I confessed to my mom that I got drunk and peed, she took pity on me, thinking it was my first time overdoing it on the alcohol. This also gave me a great excuse to lay in bed all day and rest my overworked head. I was still seeing visuals through all of this, maybe what you would see on two or three tabs, and they persisted through that night and into most of the next day.

Not the End

Some readers will not believe this report and for good reason. If I had read this before my experience, I would have thought it was a load of bullshit, but that does not change the fact that this is what I experienced. Could it have been an episode of induced psychosis? Possibly, I’m not really sure. This trip led to my next two LSD experiences being incredibly bad trips that catalyzed a prolonged period in my life of depersonalization and PTSD. If there is any interest I’ll be happy to write those experiences out as well. I’m posting this as a testament to the powers of LSD and out of curiosity to see if anyone has had a similar experience. Please feel free to ask questions.

And real talk, this was an incredibly stupid thing to do so young. If there are any impressionable youth reading this that now want to drop a ton of acid, my advice to you is DO NOT. This led to the absolute worst time of my life. There are no freebies, the spirit can give and she can take.

Sorry in advance for imperfect formatting.

• Substance(s): LSD, Cannabis, Adderall XR
• Dose: 310ug, 2g, 30mg
• Route of Administration: Oral, smoked, oral

Personal information:

• Age: 18
• Sex: Male
• Height: 177cm / 69,6inches
  • Weight: 52kgs / 114lbs
• Date: 10/2024
• Location: Canada / Québec

Background and context:

Good number of experiences with LSD at relatively high doses. I tried ≈20 compounds while applying harm reduction measures. Lived various profound psychedelic experiences ranging from psilocybin / DMT / S-Ketamine. I take Adderall XR 30mg every morning as prescribed for ADHD. Smoked 3 joints during the trip (low cannabis tolerance). Was feeling optimistic and currently living a good and stable period in life. Setting was at home (My room / Outside area). Cleaned up / confortable environment and planned in advance.

PRIOR CONTEXT:

This trip occurred only a few days before writing this report. I regard LSD-25 to be my favorite drug since the day I tried it for the first time. My first trip was dosed relatively high for a first time at 155ug and I had extremely intense effects and euphoria, making me fall in love with the compound immediately.

Since then I’ve done Acid around a dozen times, and got really comfortable with the headspace as I always managed to avoid anything that could make me feel worse and filter my thoughts. I rapidly escalated my go to dose in my first few trips 155 -> 240 -> 310ug. I settled with 310 as I never felt the need to go farther and never feeling underwhelmed, so I stayed with this plateau. I’ll also mention that all of my trips with LSD were with the same supplier. I always knew my dose, had potency test results and Erlich & Hoffman tests results proving that it’s not an analog.

I ordered 5 tabs each containing 155ug. Canada post was way too late and each step of the delivery sucked, which didn’t happen with previous orders. I did not have any issues in my life or anything stressful, I had planned everything I could think of to get the odds in my favor. I received the package early in the morning, as I wasn’t finished with cleaning and perfecting the setting to the best of my ability. After finalizing the cleaning, I decided to ingest 2 tabs (310ug) at 11:00AM. TRIP REPORT: +0:00 My stomach wasn’t empty, I had eaten I little bit in the hour prior. I was sitting right outside on a chair smoking cigarettes waiting for effects.

+1:00 I started to perceive a slight strange but pleasant headspace, accompanied by increased colour saturation and higher fluidity of movement.

+1:15 Light distortions and visual changes were observed. A distinct buzz begins to take shape and I felt very happy tripping again as I hadn’t in around 3 months, which was long enough for me to lose some clarity about what I imagined it would feel like.

+1:35 As the effects settled and took its character, I was surprised to see that the hallucinations were distinctly different from what I recalled. The Colors were very bright, but the distortions and patterns were a clean transparent futuristic/ precise (?) sort of distinct look. CEVs were still very colourful. I felt the usual euphoric feelings during the come up and i had a smile glued to my face.

+2:10 I was experiencing the peak at this point and everything was going as planned, except that it’s too intense for music for now as it distorts it was too much and it turns out ugly. At that point I stupidly decided to smoke the joint I had rolled earlier as I forgot I was supposed to smoke it after the peak. Until a few months ago, I was psychologically addicted to cannabis and being stoned was my normal. I always smoked without thought or consequence as I had a monster tolerance. Since I moved out, I naturally reduced my intake from 10-15 times a day, to once every ≈4 days, which practically eliminated my tolerance.

+2:15 As I light up the joint and take the first few puffs, I jokingly think to myself “Imagine if it’s a really bad idea and it completely fucks me up”.

+2:20 The weed takes effect rather quickly and my memory takes a huge hit. For the next 5 long hours, I entered a borderline delirious mood and blackout like state of mind.

At this point the time shown is a rough approximation until 7:00PM (+8:00).

+≈2:30 I had gone inside at some point and got in my room. I mostly kinda circled around and kept switching spots without much meaning. Approximately 6-7 times, I would experience the most intense sensation imaginable. Everything was so pronounced and prominent that I completely disconnected from the real world. I saw white, nothing but white as I felt every atom interaction that ever happened, is happening and will ever happen from the beginning to the collapse of the universe. I would wake up repeatedly and It made me shiver like a masochist. Complex 3 dimensional hallucinations and very strong & persistent synesthesia.

+≈2:45 I then took my iPad to try to absorb some information or entertainment. I researched various specific topics that came in mind and did my best to be able to read without losing track because everything was moving too much. At a certain point I open Safari and go into some sort of psychedelic rabbit hole by getting more and more specific and confused.

+≈3:00 At this point, I believe whatever I perceived on my iPad was completely made up by my own brain under this delusion favouring state. I started thinking about something to check while I felt increasingly confused and anxious. My thoughts had become more and more redirected to the same things and the same links on my browser. I couldn’t control my own thoughts process as it was forced into the exact same elements. I heard and saw (eyes open & closed) my thoughts being seemingly controlled by lines precisely connecting everywhere in my vision and making loud, imposing and repetitive mechanical noises. I frequently switched in between apps and then got to YouTube trying to get out of this loop.

+≈3:40 Unsurprisingly, I just got into another loop, containing 3 elements. Yay! :( I clicked on a video, and perceived every comment as people saying that they figured out the truth and that the specific content creator was an evil supernatural creature or some shit? I didn’t get it and I was puzzled by these accusations. I clicked on a second video and it’s only comments like “Ooooh I get it now it all makes sense”. I go onto the third video and it’s a Vsauce video about some scientific gibberish that I interpreted as the second coming of Christ. I am not kidding. The comment section on this one was the stereotypical boomer “Amen 🙏” Facebook post. I have my own subjective opinion about reality and I do not engage in anything remotely religious in my daily life. I don’t know where LSD dug in my subconscious to find random shit like that and have it make sense in my mind.

I was dumbfounded, flabbergasted even. I didn’t end up not wanting to believe it, so I decided to put the tablet down and sit on my office chair.

+≈4:00 I had no distractions and was actively sinking deeper into my own incomprehensible mind. At a certain time which I do not know if it happened right after or a bit later, I had another revelation that gradually became more apparent. I had a flashback of one of my roommates telling me something I don’t remember and everything connected. Even if every factor was completely random, it all made perfect sense to me at that moment. I realized that my whole life was staged. Truman Show style but more realistic. I fucking lost my mind while trying to figure out what the fuck that implied and I felt profound despair as my thoughts would still be redirected with the same deafening&blinding hallucinations.

+≈4:10 Pacing around the room as I started to lose my composure, still being aware that it’s going to end at some point and that I will not die. I knew it would end, but how do I break the cycle? When will this mind fuck finally subside?

+≈4:15 I closed the light I laid down in my bed, feeling defeated, I preferred dying of thirst on the battlefield than to get up.

+8:00 I zoned out for a very long duration. Time had gone by quickly as it was so distorted. I feel myself come back and regain most of my lucidity. Looking around I realized that my visuals are still going strong as my dose was increasing the duration (lasts at least 14hrs on average).

+8:10 Finally got the balls to get up and roll a joint before going outside. The trip had plateau’d to a nice and manageable level. I had a great time for the rest of my night. Felt the patterns on my body, ate some good junk snacks, listened to music, meditated, kept giggling because my headphones were tingling my head.

+9:30 Fell asleep very easily and peacefully like I always surprisingly achieve on psychedelics.

The following day was the first time I ever felt drained from tripping, physically and mentally.

Its been a year now and i still see him sometimes while showering or trying to sleep.(please don’t mind my english) Im a 21 male,i was offered lsd by my friends while i had no psychedelic experience before,they said that’s more like mdma I guess it was just a 200ug tab but i wasnt prepared at all for whats gonna happen Took about 15-20min to hit,we were gathering at the sofa watching some trippy videos to boost it up then somebody knocked at the door, a friend of mine has invited his friends without telling us, at first i wasnt worried but as soon as it kicked the sounds became strange,suddenly i felt like everybody was staring at me with a scary smile,i tried to act cool because my ego told me that i should keep it to myself and not let the friends of my friend know about it I couldn’t think about something else ,all i see is those creepy faces,suddenly one of them became a demon with a weird shaped horns and he kept whispered in arabic « ive been looking for you for a long time » and not even a 10 seconds after everything disappeared and felt like that demons took me to his world where he became stronger and bigger,a world of nothingness where he kept throwing his stretchy hand trying to catch me,I tried to scream for help but felt hopeless because even I couldn’t hear myself and felt like he didn’t catch me on purpose so he can chase me everytime i think of him in real life… Now everytime i get high on something i hear that voice again and i see him a lot even when im sober

So I decided to prepare myself for another trip on the same dose so i can figure out how to erase that demon from my mind .MY QUESTION IS « how can i increase the rate of getting on the same trip again or would it be completely different? »

(Btw) Now im no longer friend with that guy because i get scared of him.i even deleted all his social media because everytime i see his photos i get horrible flashbacks

09/27/2024 LSD (Gel) ~1000 micrograms Tested at 200-250ug potency Tested Clean by Hoffman Reagent Kit

H.W.A: 6’ 240lbs 18

Other drugs consumed: Marijuana (Unspecified Qty, MOI Vape Cartritge) Nicotine (Vape) Trileptal/Oxcarbazepine (Anti-Psychotic) 400 MG

Set/Setting Carefree weekend, no parents no worries. In my bedroom and partially in my bathroom

Relative info:

I Have tripped before, several times dose ranges include (measured in micrograms): 100, 200, 400 and a few 50s as well as a liquid eye drop once, which was unspecified exactly how potent. I have used tabs from this batch and they proved to hit a little harder, each time At 8 PM on friday after a long day of work, I had ate dinner, drank plenty of water after working outside. Before dropping the tab I did some journaling to release some stress and meditation to clear my mind and prepare me for my trip.

The trip:

At about 8:05 I felt as though a motor from an old car that stalls before running was inside of my body, this could either be just my mind or the acid wasn’t too sure. But what I did know for sure was that I needed to take a shit, as per usual when I drop acid. So I take myself to the toilet where I begin to do my business and as I’m about half way through the faux wood tiles on my floor began to shift and wave like most wood looks on psychedelics and during this time both vacuum fans are on in my bathroom and are fairly loud, as well as bright white fluorescent lights to go with the dramatically white environment, white and black faux wood tile floors, white walls, white shower curtain, white counters, and two mirrors to the left of the toilet i was sitting on. I could feel shit getting real and had to tell myself all was going to be okay, just needed to finish my toilet work and lay down. I can’t seem to get the turd out so I leave the bathroom because it was getting overwhelming from the noise. I go and lay down with music on my television, video games are on but I am not able to even play so I just sit and stare as I work on controlling my breathing as much as possible to control the discomfort from the bathroom. Here’s where my visuals start to really activate and by now it’s only about 8:20 and I am nearly on the brink of loosing my mind, my body was sweating and my arms were up in the air with my wrists bending and contorting in ways that were painful. The right side of my body was shaking, mostly just my butt and my right thigh. My body felt cold as lsd is a vasoconstrictor, my nose felt cold as well as if I had been constantly inhaling from a smelling salt container. I get up and run to the bathroom to look at my eyeballs to see if they are dilated yet and i can see the blemishes in my face moving like sand on the beach. I told myself to stop and I got off the mirror and went back to my room where I turned on the lights and paced, progressively thinking about how hard this fucking acid is hitting me and how concerning it was that It was so quick it was advancing. I grab some water and spill it on myself so I sit down and look at where I kept a stash of my prescription medication, and I get up and start organizing my pills into a perfect combo hoping that If i get it correct, I can stop this trip. After what felt like 10 minutes of me halfway bent over straining my back I tell myself not to take them, so I continue to pace around the room and not even thinking about grounding myself until I look at the floor and see my thick carpet moving all over the place and changing hue. I sat on my bed and stared for a while while thinking about how bad this whole situation is and how I need to tap out, I looked up how to tap out of an lsd trip on my phone for some reason even tho I already knew what to do, until I said it was just too much and went and took 2 of the 200mg Trileptal pills and had to really tell myself not to take any more of those pills to reduce the likelihood of overdose and laid down after turning my lights off. My ears can’t stop hearing this loud vibration and I feel as though the universe is telling me information but I can’t understand because “I dont speak vibrations” which I said out loud. My phone was off at the time but I decided that It was getting so bad and so overwhelming that I needed to call someone, I chose to call a friend that I had met fairly recently and hoped that she could help me out because nobody I knew was wake at the time, and I really wanted to talk to her specifically, I called once, no answer and then texted her:

help p please i need you

after another ring she picked up and helped me get to a calm place to where I wasn’t completely loosing my mind, I remember being extremely irritated and overwhelmed over the loud sound of my brother showering in the other room and just wanting it to be over so I could enjoy the quiet. After the shower was off I was still telling her and myself that this acid has to be fake and there is no way that it is real/pure, I repeated that until I said “wait? I tested this” and then she reassured me it would all be okay and it is just because of the quantity i took. After this I basically just talked to her from about 9:15 all the way to about 3 am the next morning. And while I don’t exactly remember everything I was saying that night.

As much as I can try to recall during the conversations I was having I kept talking on and on like my thoughts were a river, but as soon as I thought about anything I was saying I instantly questioned it and lost whatever I was talking about. It frustrated me that I couldn’t remember 5 minutes ago.

I remember seeing very thin and colorful visuals, the colors only seemed to be within a red orange and yellow hue and resembled much of the design of Damascus Steel or a topography map, as well as visuals of large colorful and beautiful snakes slithering across my room, the snakes looked more like an entity you would see on DMT tho, looking less than earth-like with a non describable head shape and features. And as soon as we got off the phone when she fell asleep at about 3 am, I decided to try and watch some tv which was not very exciting and I just ended up on my phone watching some tiktok. But everyone’s face including mine in the mirror after a bathroom visit highly resembled AI, and it kind of freaked me out, all videos didn’t really look right, something seemed off about everything. Upon revisiting these videos when I was sober they looked totally normal. I continued to just watch tv after putting my phone down and wanted to sleep so I picked up my thc pen and took a few relatively large hits and I was almost fast asleep apart from the fact it kind of boosted the visuals from the lsd.

Aftermath/Next day: I woke up a few times and went back to sleep, but only got about 3 hours of sleep total, putting me at 3 hrs of sleep in 24 hrs but I could barely feel the sleepiness, my body was insanely cold all day with my nose still feeling the same as before as if I had been smelling salted, I went to grab some juice at one point and it tasted so gross, I hadn’t ate anything until about 3/2 pm that day when i ordered some food and that tasted gross as well I believe the lsd had some effect on how I tasted things, It also left a thrush on my tongue, unfortunately to paint a picture it looked like an oral thrust from a yeast infection, just exactly where I had the tabs dissolving. I had to sort of relearn how to walk as well feeling like my torso was resting on two large needles for legs and I was nauseous and irritated all day.

I included the withdrawal information to show how lsd is not always perfect and should always be approached with caution and best judgement. Don’t play with psychedelics or treat them with no respect, like dmt, lsd and mushrooms should be treated with respect and likely you will get the same treatment.

Hey all, I just took 2g of mushrooms steeped in spiced chai tea, and ate the remaining mushrooms afterwards. I am completely alone in my apartment and it is 12:30am. I have done mushrooms alone before, and have had positive experiences, but it has been a while, and my mind has been burdened by a lot since last time, which was roughly three years ago.

I was recently diagnosed with PTSD due to being sexually assaulted as a child, and now as a 30-year old adult, I am questioning both my sexuality and gender idenity, and to be frank this has been happening a long time. I don't even know how to open up to my therapist about it yet. So that's what this is for- a gateway through all these well-aged, confusing feelings to finally get to the other side.

Wish me well, Reddit, for hopefully tomorrow shall be the first day of the next chapter of my life. I will be back to update everyone should the desire arise.