DOSE:	1 hit	sublingual	LSD	(blotter / tab)
	1 bowl	smoked	Cannabis	(flowers)

BODY WEIGHT:

250 lb

It was early Autumn of 2013 when I met a friend named Chase. He was a cool, sport loving, preppy type of guy. Definitely not someone you’d suspect of using drugs. After a few weeks of friendly chit chat, I found out we both loved smoking weed. That’s what lead us into the conversation. A conversation that changed my life in a profound way I wouldn’t realize until a couple months later. One evening in September, we had shared a few bowls of some high-quality cannabis. The heady Sativa made Chase chatty. Within minutes he revealed to me that he had a reliable hookup for some very potent LSD. A mysterious drug I had only daydreamed about. I immediately placed an order, and began my intense research into lysergic acid diethylamide. I wanted to understand what I was getting myself in to.

Fast forward to a week after that conversation. Chase drove to a park near my home where I waited for him on a park bench. He came in an old Jeep Wrangler and I hopped in the passenger side. I nervously tossed him $100 in 20’s and he handed me a gum wrapper with a strip of ten tiny, perforated, white squares of paper. “That’s It?” I said skeptically. “Put one under your tongue, smoke a bowl, then swallow it. You’ll fry for twelve hours, my man.” Chase replied nonchalantly with a grin. I hopped back out of the Jeep less than 2 minutes after I got in. The rest of the day I was paranoid that someone in my busy neighborhood had seen the sketchy transaction, so I opted to wait and trip a different time.

It ended up being two days before Thanksgiving of 2013, the day I first allowed this sacred molecule to enter my bloodstream. I prepared all day by fasting, relaxing, reading Alan Watts, and listening to Terence McKenna lectures. I decided on starting my trip at 6pm. With shaky hands I used my Swiss Army knife to clip off a single tab of the white-on-white LSD blotter. It was smaller than my pinky nail. I placed it under my tongue and put on an episode of South Park. Quickly after the tab was under my tongue I started to feel anxious and antsy. I remembered what Chase had told me, so I loaded up a bowl with around 0.4g of a hybrid cannabis flower. I went outside to my covered patio and I sat myself in a comfy lawn chair where I could admire the beauty of the sunset. I quickly swallowed the tab, sparked my bowl, and began to feel my worries dissolve. The late-autumn twilight was stunning in a way I hadn’t ever seen it before. I felt the cannabis high come in strong and I almost forgot I had taken LSD just a few minutes prior.

It wasn’t long after I smoked until I began to feel “her” presence. I have felt a distinctly female personality. Roughly 30 minutes after placing the tab under my tongue, I noticed the most interesting effect. I closed my eyes and I began to rapidly remember dreams I had dreamed several years in the past in vivid detail. It was like I was re-visiting old dream worlds in my mind’s eye. It gave me goosebumps to remember dreams I had dreamed and forgotten years ago. They were like past lives. I opened my eyes when it eventually became too much. I knew in that moment that I had severely underestimated this drug. When I opened my eyes, every flat surface was covered in bright white, semi-translucent, rotating, flower shaped geometry. I got a burst of euphoria in the center of my chest and it felt like my brain did a backflip in my skull. “Fuck me, this is insane”. I said out loud while stumbling back inside to safety.

When I got back inside I didn’t recognize a single item in my home. It was like a colorful alien playhouse or something. I started to freak out at this point. My carpet had flowers dancing on it, my tables were melting in a repetitive motion, and everything felt like a dream. I needed to ground myself. I plugged my headphones into my laptop and pulled up my tunes. I’ll never forget the way I felt when I turned on my pre-made ‘trip time’ playlist. This was approximately 45 minutes after dropping the tab, and a little more than a half hour after smoking the weed. The euphoria in the center of my chest intensified into what I can only describe as a full body orgasm. I moaned and writhed on my couch. I don’t remember if my eyes were open or closed, but I remember the visuals still to this day.

I saw multicolored pyramids that were rotating, multiplying, and dancing around my vision. The visuals kept building upon themselves to a level of intensity I never thought possible for humans to experience. Eventually I reached a state that I can only describe as complete ego death. I was not me. I was the music and I was the visuals, that was all that existed. The intensity and reality of the experience shocked me. I violently threw off my headphones and sat up in complete awe over the experience.

I kept thinking over and over in my mind about Chase. The friendly grin he gave me in his Jeep translated into a sinister one in my tripping and stoned mind. I had to get that thought out of my mind and focus on something else. I stumbled around my living room, just trying to get a grasp on reality. After haphazardly lighting some incense, I began to feel better. I slumped back down on my couch and glanced at the clock. It read 7:59pm. I had not even been tripping for two hours. Chase told me it was a twelve-hour deal. Now I was really trying not to lose my mind. I just had the most intense psychedelic experience of my 19-year-old life, what were the next ten hours going to be like?

Surprisingly, the intensity leveled out and I could begin to observe the effects with a more positive and relaxed mindset. The visuals were the highlight of the experience. I remember describing it to myself as “eye-candy”. If I stared at flat surface long enough the visuals would creep out from the woodwork. At one point I hallucinated semi-translucent objects floating in midair. They looked like big blue king and queen playing cards with constantly morphing happy and sad faces, similar to something you’d see at a drama/comedy theater. It looked like the air was vibrating with trillions of multicolored pebbles. Each movement of my arms and hands elicited tracers that seemed to stick around in the air for minutes at a time.

I could not recognize anything in my home at this point and my only option was to sit back and let it happen. My memory of the bulk of this experience has been diluted due to time, but I do remember several instances of ego death and the repeated loss of my sense of self and time. Throughout most of the experience I was unable to move around much and I could not stand. If I had to guess I would say that part was due to the addition of cannabis. My only anchor of normalcy came from a 64-ounce jug of ice water sober me had graciously donated to my heavily intoxicated self.

I began to come down at the nine-hour point, around 3 o’clock in the morning. I regained most of my motor control and I felt like I was ‘me’ again. Despite some lingering visuals I could stand up on my own and I was able to relate to my surroundings. I slowly continued to come down off the effects and tried to go to sleep for hours. I managed to fall asleep around 9 o’clock in the morning, a full fifteen hours after dosing. The only thing about the whole experience that I did not enjoy was the extremely long come down. This drug tends to overstay its welcome. The first eight hours are enjoyable. However, the last eight or nine hours of coming down and aftereffects can be draining. I was tired but could not sleep, I was not hungry, and I was physically restless. The only remedy I found was standing in a hot shower for as long as possible.

The experience had taken a toll on me mentally and it took me months to even process the experience. When Chase inquired about my trip several days after Thanksgiving, I could only respond with “wow”. He chuckled and knew exactly where I was coming from. I eventually realized that ten tabs of this particular batch of LSD was overkill for what I was trying to do, so I gave a few tabs to other friends and saved four, two of which I still have six years later. They are tucked away deep in a closet for whenever I decide that experience is worth repeating. I am a different person with the experience of LSD under my belt.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 113540
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Aug 17, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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