Citation: versaceraptor. "Strange Combo Witnessed My Own Death: An Experience with LSD, MDMA, Oxycodone & Cannabis (exp109950)". Erowid.org. Sep 8, 2021. erowid.org/exp/109950
Recently, two friends and I attended an electronic music festival in Miami. Over the course of the night, I consumed 40mg oxycodone, 3 hits of LSD, ~200mg of MDMA and a substantial amount of weed. I am very experienced with LSD and MDMA, both together ('candyflipping') and alone. This was only my second time taking oxycodone & my first time combining it with anything other than weed. The combination of LSD + MDMA + oxy seems to have potential to be good. This time unfortunately was a bad trip, but I don't think it was the fault of the combo itself, more the apprehension of trying a new combo with minimal reasearch (always research your drug interactions BEFORE you do them, be safe!).
2:00PM EST: Once we get to Miami, I dissolve 4 perc-10s (40mg oxycodone) into a bottle of Gatorade. This was only my second time taking any type of opiate, so 40mg hit me hard. Fast forward 30 minutes and I was in a state of complete bliss. Nodding out, music sounded great, nice warmth and floaty feeling. One of my friends (call him 'A') took 20mg and my other friend (call him 'T') didn't take any. We rolled and smoked three blunts between us, and then split a gram of edible dabs.
3:00PM EST: We check into our hotel in Miami Beach and immediately order an uber to the festival. I was slumped out in the backseat the whole ride, nodding heavily. The dabs start to kick in as well and seem to potentiate the oxy. I'm having trouble staying awake and following conversation. We got inside the festival around 3:30pm, the whole group dropped acid. These tabs were extremely potent...with (supposedly) 200ug on an each blotter. 'T' and I take 3 apiece; while 'A' only takes 1. 'T' and I also take ecstasy at the same time. The particular pills we had (blue and yellow IKEA press) were reported to be very strong, containing around 210mg of MDMA. 'A' had taken them before and advised 'T' and I to only take half, but we each took a whole because our tolerances at the time were very high.
4:00PM EST: In 20 minutes, I'm already coming up on both the L and MDMA. It struck me how fast and intense the come up was - I was already seeing large green blotches in the sky and getting some tracers. I've done high doses (up to 7 hits) in the past but never felt a comeup this fast and intense. The music became louder and the air was shimmering like it was heated. At that point, any effects of the oxy or MDMA were overpowered. 'A' and 'T' were also coming up strong. We wandered around a bit, trying to figure out the layout of the festival and where the different stages were. We decide to go to the mainstage first. As we were walking there, I suddenly start to feel funny, a sense of dread and that something was deeply wrong. The loud music & huge crowd felt overwhelming. I feel a tremendous body load in my chest, my vision darkened and everything took on a red hue. I felt like my halter top was strangling me, and my mouth was dry as a desert. I turned around to find 'A' and ask to use his Camelbak, but he was gone, along with 'T'. I started to panic and look around for both my friends and a water stand.
At this point, I couldn't read any signs and couldn't easily recognize faces. The crowd looked like a throng of black spiders against a red backdrop. The MDMA was also starting to really kick in, as I felt surges of energy going through my body. I went up to a woman and asked her for water, but instead of directing me to a water stand, she freaked out and told me to go to a medical tent. I told her that that I didn't need medical attention (only water!) but she grabs my arm and tries to force me to walk over there with her. At that point, I start to believe that I might actually NOT be okay, and that I could die if I didn't get medical attention. At that moment, 'T' reappeared and grabbed me away from the lady. I told him that I was going to die if I didn't go to the hospital, he reassured me that I was going to be okay but it was too late. At this point, I was rolling hard, but the bad acid trip was overwhelming my roll. Instead of feeling light, my feet felt heavy and I was sinking into the ground. Dancing was impossible - even though I partially wanted to, my body just wouldn't cooperate. I couldn't walk in a straight line and the mostly red & black visuals were terrifying & overwhelming. I tried to enjoy the festival, wandering around from stage to stage but I was too freaked out to enjoy the music. Eventually couldn't take it anymore, so I curled up into a ball on the ground, hugging my own knees.
5:00PM EST: 'T' made me get up and walk to a quiet area until I calmed down, but once I calmed down I began to realize that I was still nodding from the oxy. Every time I nodded, it felt like a 10 minute blackout. I'd 'come to' with no idea where I was or what I was doing, I couldn't remember my name or who I was. By the time I recalled that information, I'd nod again and the cycle would repeat. This went on for what seemed like hours, and I was seriously freaking out 'T.' He kept asking me if I was sure that I was okay, which worried me back into thinking I was dying again.
He kept asking me if I was sure that I was okay, which worried me back into thinking I was dying again.
In between nods, I kept getting strange numbness and tingling all through my body. At one point, I lost feeling in my whole right side. The sides of my head and my sides would tingle periodically, almost to the point of discomfort. Since I didn't do any research about the interaction of MDMA + oxy beforehand, this was seriously disturbing. With T's convincing, I decided to wait it out and see how I felt once the oxy wore off.
8:30PM EST (?): At this point, the oxy had mostly worn off and I'd calmed down a tiny bit but I was still scared. I looked at my phone screen to check the time, but the numbers didn't make sense to me. Time was meaningless. Everything was backwards and spinning. I was convinced that I was going to die but was also rolling the hardest I have in my life. Thus, I kept hugging random people and objects, telling them I loved them and then asking them to take care of me. Someone in front of me collapsed and began having a seizure. In my mind, I thought that they were me and I was witnessing my own death. When the paramedics came and hauled him away, I was fully convinced that they were taking MY dead body and that my soul had been separated and left behind. At this point, I turn to 'T' and ask him if I had just died. He was tripping equally hard, so he just responded 'maybe, I don't know.' I closed my eyes & only saw a huge IKEA-press pill rotating slowly and ominously. I took this as an affirmation that I had just overdosed and died, and had been separated from my material body.
9:30PM EST(?): At this point, 'T' and I accidentally wander out of the festival and into the streets of downtown Miami. The ground was rotating and warping, and I felt like I was looking out of a fisheye lens. There are people everywhere but I'm convinced that they cannot see me, as I am merely a floating soul. 'T' remarks on how 'fucked up' we are, and I respond by yelling about how I was fucked up 'before I died.' This leads to an intense feeling of grief, like I was mourning my own death. I end up somehow calling my father and leaving a crazy voicemail about how I 'ate a whole IKEA', got too fucked up and died. (I didnt remember this until I had to deal with the aftermath the next morning.) Eventually 'T' and I realize that we had left the festival grounds, and spend the next two-ish hours pacing up and down the same street block trying to figure out which way leads back inside. At this point, I am still convinced that I no longer have a body or being. Every time I try to speak, too many thoughts go through my head at once and all I can make is an odd screeching noise. I feel as if I'm going crazy and have lost control, as I cannot make a noise other than a screech.
11:30PM EST: By this point, we've sobered up enough to find our way back inside the festival. We catch the final set and reunite (luckily) with 'A' who has been wandering around, lost, the whole time. I'm still fucked up but nowhere like before and no longer rolling. I come to the realization that I am in fact alive and have a material body again, which brings me immense comfort. The festival ends shortly thereafter at 12am & we leave as a group.
12:30AM EST: 'T,' 'A' and I are wandering around the area around the venue, trying to figure out a ride back to our hotel. Nobody can remember the name of the hotel, and everyone's phone is dead. We sit down on a park bench and try to come up with a solution, but nobody has a phone charger and we're in a fancy area of Miami. Considering that we're all fucked up and dressed in our rave outfits, people were staring at us. We spend about 3 hours trying to figure out what to do, but I can't keep the same train of thought for more than 30 seconds. I 'realize' that our phones are dead upwards of 20 times, only to forget again half a minute later and suggest again that we call an uber. At this point, it's getting really late and some strange people start approaching us, asking if we're from Miami and asking us for drugs. One man in particular was acting very strange and spooked me out. Afterwards I kept hallucinating and seeing his face hiding behind bushes and at one point right behind where 'A' was sitting. Around 4am we manage to convince someone to get us an Uber for 10$ and head back to our hotel. The visuals have basically gone at this point and an intense mental fog and fatigue sets in. I pass out within minutes of getting in bed, which is unusual for me as I usually cannot sleep for a few hours after coming down off acid.
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