DOSE: T+ 0:00	3 hits	oral	LSD	(gel tab)
T+ 0:00		smoked	Cannabis	(plant material)
T+ 4:00	1 hit	smoked	Cocaine

BODY WEIGHT:

120 lb

I will start off with a little info about myself and my past experience with recreational drugs. I am 18 years old, about 6'2', 120lbs and am relatively healthy.

I first began using marijuana regularly about 8 months ago and have progressed through the use of alcohol, dxm, ecstasy, nitrous, salvia, painkillers, sleep aids, cocaine, and now finally LSD. LSD had been on my 'to-do' list before I ever even tried marijuana or any other illegal substance. When I finally found out I could get some, I didn't care what the price. I left for my regular dealer's (I'll call him T) house around 5 PM on a Friday night with two friends.

I purchased 3 hits, and my two friends purchased 2 and 1 respectively. We each started dissolving them right away and T told us we could stay there until we came down because he had some cool stuff to show us while we tripped. About a half hour after the gels dissolved I noticed that I was feeling very high (elevated mood and a huge grin). T told me to start looking at different patterns to see if anything was moving yet. Nothing noticeable at the time, so T packed a bowl and told us that this would help it kick in. We passed a bong twice around the circle and soon I was feeling very messed up. I couldn't concentrate on anything and everything around me was just swirling and making me laugh. I would decide to do something (change a CD, make a phone call) and forget about it within seconds. I noticed that my friends were having equally intense trips and wondered if I really needed 3 hits, but it didn't bother me too much.

After a long time of just rolling around on the couches and listening to very intensely trippy music, I noticed that I had to pee. I made my way to the bathroom and all the towels hanging on racks looked like they were waving at me. I steadied myself to piss and the toilet looked like it was spinning. I finally got the job done and headed for the door, only to be startled by my appearance in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. My face looked as though it was oozing downward and I had gained at least 50 pounds. I quickly left the bathroom and headed back toward the living room where my friends were.

(T + 4:00) T called my name from his room and I went in. He showed me the visuals that were running on his media player and they slowly branched out to where I could see them on the walls in his room. He prepped a sheet of foil with cocaine and told me to take a hit. He held the foil and lighter and I held the mouthpiece and took a ridiculously deep hit (by my standards) and felt an instant renewal of my original high. Since my friends and I had been basically taking up space in his living room for a good four hours now, I suggested to them that we take a walk back to J's (the guy who took 2 hits) place. I don't remember much after this in the way that I remember other things.

Everything I know about what happened afterward, I know as fact instead of a memory. I am told that I sprinted all the way to J's house, J and his girlfriend chasing me all the way to the front door. We went upstairs and I plopped down on J's mattress. The next thing I know, I could not stop checking the clock. I would pick up his alarm clock, exclaim 'It's not even ____!' and run to the door of his room, which was locked and at the time, quite difficult to figure out. I would lie back down and repeat the process for about a half hour until J and his girlfriend were coming down a little bit and thought they ought to try and restrain me so I wouldn't wake anyone up or injure myself. I felt like I was dying. My body felt like it was crushed and soaked with blood, as though I had been in a bad accident, and I could even taste blood in my mouth. I believed I was at a hospital, receiving treatment for this accident I was in. I was so scared by the thought of my death that even called 911 and my home and everyone on my contacts list trying to get help. J took the phone from me so I wouldn't say anything I'd regret and I felt so helpless. It wasn't long before I thought my heart was stopping and I could hear my parents crying at the hospital because I was going to die.

All of a sudden, I did die (in the trip of course) and I thought I was in 'limbo' with J. I was trying to have him communicate to my parents that I was very sorry and all sorts of things I would want them to know that I didn't have the chance to tell them. For the rest of the night, I believed 'god' was taking on the image of J so I would be comfortable in heaven, or wherever I was. I sat in J's room feeling depressed that there was so much I hadn't done and then I realized I could do anything I wanted to. I started to get naked and run for the front door, ready to explore heaven. He caught up with me and suggested that we go to his dad's house for the night. It was then that I wondered why god would have a dad, and I thought the maybe J was satan. I refused to go with him, basically trying to show satan how tough I was and began throwing things at him. Apparently, I was still tripping (to be able to think things like this) but it wasn't obvious to me. I was scheduled to work the next day at 12:00 and I skipped it because I still thought I was dead. It wasn't until a little after 2:00 when I got a phone call that I realized I wasn't dead and I hurried home to get ready for work.

I would still do LSD again, but probably a smaller dosage and I would need a tripsitter who wasn't tripping himself to help me through something like my own death. I will not again do the combo of LSD and Cocaine, although I cannot say for sure that that is what set me off. I hope this report has been helpful, or at least entertaining for anyone who has read it.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 56920
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Oct 13, 2019	Views: 3,852
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