Age:19
Weight-130 lbs
Dose-5 tabs LSD,
~500-800 micrograms
T0:00- I set out
to the midst of the city with the goal of having a powerful psychedelic
experience in a bustling place surrounded by people and society. I was a little
stoned as I set out, looking for a safe place to inconspicuously unwrap foil
and pop 5 very strong tabs into my mouth. I also had to go to the bathroom
really badly. This concluded in me taking the tabs in the stall of a very
crowded public bathroom. After this I set off to walk towards one of the rivers
that ran by the city. I wanted to smoke a little as I came up, because that
always acted to my benefit. By the time I reach the river I can feel the drug
flow through my veins with burgeoning intensity. Patterns began to appear in
the sky before me and form out of the sunlight reflecting off the water. I was
shivering and shaking violently.
T1:00- I find a
nice lonely sidewalk by the highway and walk up and down smoking my one hitter
with impunity. This has the predicted effect of strengthening the trip, yet
also tempering some of the physical intensity- as though it’s been splashed
with color after having its edges sanded down. I decide to sit down in a park
and draw in my sketchbook.
T1:30- I station
myself in a nice secluded place in the grass and begin to draw as the sun breaks
through the clouds. The sunbeams explode onto me with the most glorious and
dazzling light possible. I can feel the glistening rays with every one of my
senses, it’s spectacular in every way imaginable. The light sounds like an
angelic chorus. As I draw, I become obsessed with the quality of my lines, the
power imbued in each line rather than the holistic image. I try to create a
sort of chaotic coherency by placing lines at random and trusting that my
elevated state would subconsciously allow me to arrange them in a beautiful,
harmonious, and coherent image. Eventually, the lines become cathartic- through
a visual-auditory synesthesia I can hear each line scream as I forcefully drag
them on the page. Graceful lines become jagged screaming marks, each one
circling and contorting with explosive release. I want to be physically
screaming out loud, but I still have the judgment to not do that, as I am in
public.
T2:00- I am tired
of this activity. I want to experience more of the world around me. I begin to
hike from the river towards downtown. Unfortunately, this involves passing
through one of the most affluent areas of the city. I am dressed in all black
with a tattered jacket covered in paintings. I stick out like a sore thumb
amongst the swarms of folks in suits and overpriced cardigans. This trek back
to center city was exceedingly uncomfortable as I detected piercing stares in
every direction. In reality, it was probably me misinterpreting passing
glances, but in my state each glance felt like hours of daggers shooting from
judgmental eyes. I eventually reach Chinatown, and a crowd of teenagers decked
out in hot topic clothes and homestuck merch ask if they can hug me. I accept
and then slink off, completely jarred by this social interaction.
T2:30-I go to a
public park. I sit around people watching. It’s a lot of fun. Some people are
sitting in circles playing some game, occasionally one of them stands up and
shouts things. After extended observation it begins to feel almost rhythmic and
patterned, it’s a very interesting background sound. In front of me a guy is
dancing to dubstep. He is very lean and has beautiful chiseled muscles. His
muscle control is incredible, he has 100% control over every minute movement he
does. This is absolutely fascinating.
T3:00-I am tired.
I am uncomfortable in public, lots of people are looking at me, or at least I
suspect them of such. I want to go home. I make my way to the subway. Waiting
around in the station is uneventful. On the subway I slump in my chair. I zone
out and feel my eyes roll into my head, I must look like a drugged up mess to
everyone on board. I become aware that I might be exaggerating my appearance
for my attention. I keep looping through this thought, correcting myself before
drifting off and become self-conscious again. I get off the subway and head
home. The walk home is completely wiped from my memory.
T:4:00- I am home
now. It’s comfortable, peaceful, and familiar. I break out the bong and take a
huge rip as the sun sets. I had no idea what this would do to me. Especially this
one hit- it is gigantic and milky, I seem to not feel the smoke entering my
body and just continue to take more and more. This dose of cannabis is
monstrous and I cough violently upon realizing just how much smoke is in my body.
T4:30-I start to
feel a little funny. Usually smoking while tripping just kicks up the visuals a
little bit or lessens the body load. This time however, it was much more. I was
reading on my computer, but I soon noticed that words began to be incomprehensible,
and soon the letters themselves morphed into illegible glyphs. I began to feel
my body lightening and fading away. My sense of proportion became warped.
Sounds began to echo and ricochet off each other in a visual space. My depth
perception broke down as the room before me became a flat space being viewed
from every direction at once, overlaid with gridlike patterns. I closed my eyes
and faded into a space where all my senses were united in perceiving an odd
shape that I couldn’t necessarily describe as 3-dimensional, as it broke all
sorts of laws of perspective and depth. I was bodiless in this state, my entire
existence was encompassed in this anomalous form. Interestingly, if I opened my
eyes and willed myself to focus I could pull myself from this transdimensional
(?) state and experience a very altered version of my sober reality (rather
than a different reality altogether). My walls were twisting and warping in
every direction and my room was simultaneously very small and very large. When
I laid down I felt like I was flying. It was indescribably immaculate and
trhilling, I don’t think I have ever felt better while under the influence of a
drug. I fiddled my fingers and cried tears of joy at the complexity of
strangeness of my hands. My nails tapped out rythyms on the walls and each tap
resonated like ripples through the twisting and swirling room. I was twitching
and contorting my body because it felt so amazing to feel the ways in which I
could move this fleshy frame. At one point I twisted so hard It felt like my
entire skeleton popped out alignment with one another. This feeling didn’t go
away until much later that night. I pressed my outstretched hand against the
wall and felt a torrent of energy enter my body from that point of contact. A
concentric radiating pattern exploded out from that point. Though it was
probably just a visual reaction based on the position of my arm, it felt as
though I communed with some being through my wall and pulled energy from it. No
words can really describe the immense bliss of this leg of the trip, I felt
like I was at the apex of my life. Unlike the previous experience with MDMA and
mushrooms where it was a very odd chemical bliss, this felt like a cognitive
bliss that came from beautiful thoughts rather than being pumped with raw
happiness.
T5:30-I leave the
house to pick up my girlfriend from the train station. I am mostly down by now,
save for a body high and light visuals. I haven’t had any social interaction
for the past 6 hours so talking to her when she arrives feels very awkward.
This eventually fades and gives way to a pleasant night.
Conclusion: This
is the greatest trip I had ever had thusfar. I was in total control of myself
and my thoughts the entire time but could let my mind drift off to my
discretion. The entire experience felt like a lucid dream played out in reality.
My room was my surrealistic paradise. The synergistic potentiation between weed
and acid would become a refuge I would return to study often.
