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Now, I Was Lying in Bed With an Opposing View
LSD & Cannabis
by notspam
Citation:   notspam. "Now, I Was Lying in Bed With an Opposing View: An Experience with LSD & Cannabis (exp109749)". Erowid.org. Jun 4, 2019. erowid.org/exp/109749

 
DOSE:
T+ 0:00
1 hit   LSD (blotter / tab)
  T+ 1:15 1 hit   LSD (blotter / tab)
  T+ 0:00   smoked Cannabis  

BODY WEIGHT: 180 lb


Near Death on LSD

LSD is virtually extict in my neck of the woods, so I bought the whole sheet when I crossed paths with some powerful white on white blotter. The sheet was one hundred hits dosed at 200 micrograms. It was 100% real deal LSD-25. My wife and I are experienced with psilocybin, but this was our first time experimenting with LSD. Needless to say we fell in love with the chemical. The Zen-like atmosphere present during the year in which the sheet lasted was fueled by the most enlightening and most fun trips of my life. This report is not about those trips, but rather the one horrible nightmare that I experienced during my 2016 LSD binge.

My wife and I started the night each of us with our regular one dose of LSD. As always, we took another one each at the 60-90 minute mark in order to intensify and prolong the peak effects.Typically, we experience the usual LSD symptoms common to 400 microgram doses. The visuals are always intense and right in our faces. The body load is clean and euphoric. Our set and setting (home) was the same it had been many times before, so we knew what to expect that night.
Our set and setting (home) was the same it had been many times before, so we knew what to expect that night.


Three hours into the trip and I'm at my usual peak, which is intense to say the least. I used my super magnified vision to examine every tiny nug of dank I stuffed into my bowl. While my wife was toking down, I crammed my mouth full of gummy bears. My mouth was so full that I could barely chew. This was hilarious to us, as I vigorously gnawed on the horking glob and tried to speak with my mouth full. I swallowed the wad of gummy in order to prepare myself for my bong rip. I put the lighter to the bowl and began to inhale, but instead of drawing smoke into the chamber, the bowl clogged and my throat completely closed. My throat clogged in the same manner as the bowl. I could feel my throat open again when I quit trying to inhale.

'Okay that was weird', I told myself. At this point, the visuals were getting peculiar. First, I was staring at a lamp on my dresser while five identical lamps floated around it counter clockwise. The giant mandala hanging on the wall, which moments ago was gently dancing with the music, was now waving like a wheat field being strummed by wind gusts of varying magnitude. Suddenly, I had no energy and had to take a seat. My field of view was replaced with what seemed to be a cartoonish simulation of the room. The furniture was represented by three-dimensional shapes made out of neon pink and green laser lights that were drawn onto a two-dimensional black canvas. The edges of the shapes would shoot off and tumble across my view leaving tracers in their wake.

It took at least 30 minutes for us to realize I was choking to death. We weren't sure because I could still make myself breathe, and I could talk. I think the intense visuals might have been brought about by the lack of oxygen or excess carbon dioxide. At first, my wife thought I was just having a panic attack
At first, my wife thought I was just having a panic attack
, and I thought I was tripping so hard that I had forgotten how to breathe. I knew for sure I had a partial obstruction when I gulped down some ice water, and I could feel it trickle like cold rain drops down my throat.

It was stupid of me to not call 911. I could have died. I spent the next six hours sitting straight up in bed while my wife watched my every breath. After a while, my breathing began to sound like a cat's purr. I have never been so scared for my life. I had forgotten how to stay alive. As I was laying in the bed, I recalled the ego death I had experienced hours before. Just hours before I was laying on the ground staring up at the stars, I was one with the Universe, and I understood death is only an illusion. Now, I was laying in bed with an opposing view; dying is bad.

The gummy bears slowly worked their way down my throat over the course of the next day. A lot of it turned to flim, and it took almost a week before I coughed and hacked the rest of it out of my lungs. I could have gotten pneumonia or died.

I now have an emergency plan every time I trip, and I wont hesitate to call 911 if the need arises.

Exp Year: 2016ExpID: 109749
Gender: Male 
Age at time of experience: 35 
Published: Jun 4, 2019Views: 693
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