DOSE: T+ 0:00		oral	Ginger	(liquid)
T+ 0:00	450 ug	oral	LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 9:30	couple lines		Ketamine
T+ 0:00		smoked	Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

160 lb

Preface
This is my trip report for yesterday, March 11, 2022, where I ingested approximately 450 micrograms of good LSD. This experience turned out to be life changing. Truly, it was one of the best days of my life. To understand this, you have to know me first - who I am, my background, and my intentions behind this trip. Thus, this is going to be a longer post. I am going to go into extreme depth at points, just for my own personal records (looking back on this). So, fair warning, If you don't want to get into this trip report, don't let me waste your time with more reading. That being said, this trip report is primarily for me, as I use Reddit as sort of a catalog of my trips (recently having started doing so), so it's really up to YOU the reader to decide if you want to read my experience. I definitely think I have found something valuable. Alright, enough of the bullshit, let's get into this.

Background
For reference, I am an 18 (almost 19) year old male, 6'0, 160 lbs. I have a fair amount of experience with drugs; weed, started psychedelics at 16 with mushrooms, and have progressed to doing LSD, Ketamine, DMT, Xanax, Cocaine, MDMA, etc, as well as other substances. This is important information for later. I have "tripped" on psychedelics no less than 30 times, so I definitely know myself and know tripping. Or at least I thought I did. Recently, the LSD I happened to have in my drug box has been calling my name. I did not do psychedelics for 6 months, prior to my first re-introduction to them, with a 437.5 ug trip 2 months ago. After this trip, I really went crazy with the drugs. As previously listed, I did a lot of drugs.

Despite this, I actually managed to stay relatively "clean" my first semester of freshman year. I was smoking upwards of an 8th a day for weeks, but marijuana was generally the only drug in my system, first semester. After this 437.5ug LSD trip, though, I somehow re-awakened a desire to do drugs (besides weed). At the time, I was "rewarding" myself for staying clean over winter break (barely smoked for a month) by allowing myself to partake in substances again. I had thought that something changed from my short break; that I could "safely" do drugs again. Boy, did it begin to escalate. And I didn't even notice it.


I had just taken a longggg T-break, and was ready to relax a bit. When I got back to my college, for the first week I primarily smoked (a lot of dabs), but, at the end of the week, I tripped that Friday night (the above mentioned 437.5ug trip). During that trip, I fought the LSD a bit, leading to a bad trip for a bit. I salvaged it, calmed myself down, and had a blast the rest of the trip. This trip made me want to further explore my consciousness, so I began to experiment again. I started with occasional DMT use (not a problem substance, one of the ones I'm actually gonna keep in my life post-yesterday), which over the last two months progressed to breaking through (and I mean fully breaking through, using 40+mg and a banger effectively) maybe 10 times. I smoked DMT 4 times in one day, breaking through 3 of those times. At one point, I had a 3 hour DMT binge. This information is just to give more background on how my drug habits were spiking again.

At the same time as I was using DMT, I was going crazy with coke. The coke I happened to source was 93% cocaine (do NOT ask me for any, or where I sourced it), so, if you know coke, it's the coke that is "special". This led to me doing it maybe 3 times a week. I know this isn't "coke addict" numbers, but it was still too much use for someone who claimed they "would never touch coke". Additionally, I was using a lot of other substances to get my high on days I wouldn't do coke (such as DMT). Generally, I did a "hard" drug pretty much every day of the week for two months. I deluded myself into thinking it was okay, by following the logic, "I'm not using a specific one of these substances with any preference, which means I don't have a problem". I know, stupid logic, but I didn't see this at the time. Eventually even doing these substances alone had lost its pull for me. I wanted to really test my humanity. So, these past two weeks specifically, I did. I had a 310ug LSD trip 1 week before this post which, somehow, as the first 437.5ug trip this year, inspired me to do more drugs. I think this is because I was getting more comfortable in my own skin - I.E. succumbing to the experience and not fighting (primarily thanks to the indescribable effects of DMT). This led to me mixing drugs. Which, In retrospect, was a bad idea. I would come home from work, take an insane amount of dabs, rail 200mg of Ketamine, and smoke 20mg of DMT. Just sending myself to the absolute fucking depths of my mind. Which I loved. Which, obviously, led to a domino effect.

This finally culminated with me, just a couple days ago, having the thought: "John Lennon did heroin. Eric Clapton was addicted. Hippies in the 1970s did heroin. They are people I want to emulate, should I do heroin? I'm sure I wouldn't get addicted if I only do it once..." A really bad thought that I'm genuinely embarrassed for even having. I'm not sure If I actually would have tried this other substance, but having the thought even in the first place disappoints me.

Finally, we're getting close to talking about the trip itself. This past week post 310ug trip and mixing substances, I planned to drop these 3 tabs. The mindset going into my trip was: I'm gonna pop these tabs, combine them with ketamine, k-hole, then break through on DMT. I'm being one-hundred percent honest. I don't know what was going through my mind to want to do this at this point in my life. Now that you know my story, and who I am, let me tell you about the trip that I believe is going to change my life.

Trip Report
Normally, I like to trip at night. This trip, though, I decided to drop in the afternoon, so I could get to bed before 10am the next morning. At 1:35pm I ingested 3 tabs/ 450ug of pure (not GammaGoblin pure, but the step below it) LSD. I'm a big believer of set and setting importance. Despite this, I still don't always ensure I have a good set and setting to trip. Stupid, I know. This time, though, I told myself I was really gonna get this trip right. I ate perfectly timed before hand, having a piece of pizza along with some blackberries around 11:45. I snacked on a couple more berries around 1, just to have something fresh in my stomach. Generally, when I'm going into a trip, I get SO anxious, my stomach begins to tighten, and the come up is just never fun. I hate coming up. Always the worst part of the trip for me. Before this trip I sat back and thought to myself; why am I anxious? And I realized the answer was because I was creating expectations for my trips. I would go into trips with specific goals, and have unreal expectations of the trip. I decided I would try and go into the trip with zero expectations. I told myself: "OP, you will be tripping for 12 hours. That is all you need to know. Think about nothing else." And I did.

Before and after popping the tabs, in correspondence to wanting to "trip better", I meditated. Now, this wasn't like full meditation, more just kinda shitty 18-year old boy thought collection. But it helped. Normally, before trips, during the come up, I'm just thinking to myself "Damn I hope my stomach doesn't hurt and I hope this trip goes well", and always get anxious because of these thoughts. This time, though, I made sure my thoughts were calm and collected - I fully accepted the fact that I was going to be tripping for a while, and was completely okay with that.

Other times I've done psychedelics, LSD specifically, I always fight it. Sometimes less, sometimes more. I didn't realize I always fought it until after this trip. I really deluded myself into thinking I was letting go for a couple trips, I really did. This was because I had "fun" and "good" trips. After this experience, though, I have realized that you can still fight the LSD and have a fantastic time. Thus, every time I've had a good trip before this, I'm now realizing I was still fighting it, even if subconsciously. How do I know this? Because this time, I didn't fight.

I told myself to just let the LSD wash over me, and to not try and change anything at all. I had some ginger beer which I was sipping on the come up, which helped calm me and my stomach down. I made a point of being more hydrated than average before and during the trip including the ginger beer, Gatorade, and lots of water. Contrastingly to other trips, where I'm active during the come-up, I sat in my bed, meditating with my eyes closed until I had very slight closed eye visuals (CEV). I had been alone with my thoughts for about an hour, and was mentally prepared for the trip. It was 2:50, and I was finally "tripping".

During the come-up, I'd been listening to just nice, calm music. When I decided I was tripping, though, I switched to my "trip playlist", a 4hr long compilation of the best music to listen to on LSD; think Beatles, Pink Floyd, UFO, Jimi Hendrix, Clapton/Cream. This whole time, I was super focused on not fighting at all. I told myself: "Even if the trip begins to get scary, or the visuals start to go crazy, I will NOT turn my attention away from the trip". I wanted to fully have a good trip. I didn't know a trip could go this well.

After coming up, I was tripping hard. On similar doses, prior to this trip, I'd freaked out because I couldn't see. It's hard not to, It really is. It's hard to force yourself to calm down. But, mostly attributed to my DMT breakthroughs, I was able to calm myself down and really take everything in. I felt fantastic! I have never had a trip where I was anxious free during the come up. Never. This trip, though, I was so content with my intentions of doing the drug that I really could focus on letting the acid run its course. And boy did it. The music was hitting. The music was hitting! I was listening to "I Fall Apart" by Rory Gallagher, at one point, looking out my big window (from my dorm room single) at the mountains and clouds, which were all fluctuating ridiculously. I returned my gaze to my room after a little bit, and just realized how hard I was tripping. Everything was swaying, and I couldn't see my bed frame 5 feet away without it wildly distorting. Despite this, I wasn't frightened, and remained calm.

Still listening to music, I began to experience intense hallucinations. It felt like the music was me. The music was literally reverberating into visual sound waves from my speaker. I remember listening to "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd and having the thought "every single cell in my body right now is perfectly on acid". I have never tripped like I was tripping then. Even on higher mcg doses, I haven't had anywhere close to as impactful of a trip. My room continued to shift to the music. Eventually, I was no longer in "my room". I was in a room of weird, holographic, continuous shapes, categorized by 3D triangles, weird "figure 8s" (looked like the infinity sign in calculus), and other LSD-perpetuated distortions. I was fine with this, and for a little while, maybe 2 hours, just chilled, tripped, and listened to music. I felt really amazing this whole time. I remember really having the realization: "Damn. So I really haven't even been getting the whole use of LSD this whole time". It felt better than any other trip ever, period. Fully because I submitted myself. At this point, I was pretty comfortably into the peak.

Before the next paragraphs, continuing the report, I think it's necessary to provide a little more insight with my connection to the music during this trip. It's important in the subsequent paragraphs, as my history with music plays a really big role in my ego death. Generally, I listen to a LOT of music, and would like to say I have a good taste. My favorite type of music in my young life (3-8) was the type of music my dad liked; coincidentally, the exact same type of music I had up in my playlist during the trip. Just chill, 1960s/70s rock, which my dad educated me on (he was born in 1951). Then, when I got to elementary/middle school, my taste turned to hard rock for a couple years. Think Three Days Grace, Slipknot, BFMV, etc. Through the end of middle school and beginning of high school, I listened primarily to 1990s grunge; Fuel, Smashing Pumpkins, and RHCP being a couple of my favorites. Then, the rap phase began.

Throughout most of high school, I listened primarily to rap music. This began with groups like Flatbush Zombies, The Underachievers, EARTHGANG; lyrical, "good" rap. Sophomore and Junior year, this progressed to more underground tastes; $uicideboys, Ghostemane, Pouya, etc. Edgier and worse rap. Finally, senior year, I progressed to the 90s. Lyrically and musically, 1990s rap became one of my favorite music genres. I got really into it; some of my favorites being Big L, MF DOOM, and Wutang Clan. When I got to college, I continued exploring music, and got more into underground rap. This rap is generally the rap I listen to now, if I am listening to rap. Germ, The Devilish Trio, Xavier Wolf, Bill $aber, I fuck with them all. All of this is pertinent information to my trip, because for the last week, subsequent to my 310ug trip, I've been listening almost STRICTLY to 1960s/70s rock again. This is because I listened to the Dark Side of the Moon during my 310ug trip, something I hadn't done since my childhood. Listening to it tripping obviously blew me away, and led to what I'd like to call "a musical awakening". I realized "damn, I've just really been listening to rap repeatedly the past three years and haven't really expanded my musical tastes' '. Thus, I decided, very easily, that I wanted to listen to more older music again. So, for the last week, I've been getting REALLY into old music, and getting into knowing the musicians themselves.

Getting to know bands and the people in them is what made this trip affect me all the more. Of course, I knew my whole life who the Beatles, Pink Floyd, Sting, and all these other people were (from my father). But I didn't really know who they WERE. Doing research, I found out that the Beatles were fans of LSD (well, Lennon and Harrison primarily), as well as doing a LOT of research about Syd Barret, his start with Pink Floyd, then his subsequent breakdown due to his use of LSD/Mandrax and insanity. I'm sure a lot of you all, I.E. educated musicians, already knew all these LSD stories (because you're from a different time!), but these stories BLEW me away. Getting into this music type from my last trip fully enabled me to research the history of LSD. I spent this entire week FEEDING my mind on reddit, consuming so many trip stories; Robert Hunters 250,000ug accidental trip, Jim Harrison's 10,000ug trip, and just reading about how crazy LSD use was back then completely blew me away. Reading about Owsley (?) creating LSD for all the bands to use struck me too, along with the stories of Jefferson Airplane and Grateful Dead being bagged for LSD production. Well, anyway, you get the jest of it: I got really into reading about 1965-9 musician LSD stories. This is all important to this trip, because it allowed me to feel like I "knew" the musicians more personally when I listened to them. Back to the trip report.

As I was listening to this music, reveling in the insane talent displayed by these musicians, a certain song came on. The playlist was just shuffling. When this song came on, I just knew. A cold feeling kinda came up inside my stomach. At first I wasn't fully focused on the lyrics, but when I heard his voice, I knew it was Syd Barret. The song "Here I Go" by Syd Barret began to play. I don't remember having it in my playlist. I knew all about Syd Barret at this point; his rise to fame, stardom in London, as well as subsequent breakdown caused by Mad Sue and Mad Jean's dosing. But, I hadn't listened to either of his solo albums. When I started listening to the lyrics in the song, I was just hit with this indescribable sadness. Knowing what happened to Syd Barret and the person who he became (post Wish You Were Here studio recording walk-in) killed me as I listened to the song. It was very apparent listening to his voice that he was going insane, or already was. I was just hit with this sense of sorrow for the man, the pure musical talent he had was insane, and it was all squandered. What made me even more sad was listening to the lyrics, where Syd would occasionally refer to Pink Floyd (not directly, but indirectly, for instance ,"And forget that old band"). This made me sad because I was just thinking to myself : "This guy is a person with feelings too. I wonder how I would feel in his situation with people always bothering me and reminding me about what a great band I used to be in".

I just remember feeling so much sorrow for this man, just so much sadness for what happened to him. It truly was a tragedy. He should have never been allowed to live with Mad Sue and Mad Jean, they ruined a musical genius. It did make me happy to hear that Barret lived out the rest of his life in relative happiness, painting. Okay, so now about how this affected my trip. I began thinking: "Do I really want to go down this road? Do I really want to trip this much? Are drugs what I want in my life?" It just really scared me and gave me a "reality check" thinking about Syd - I don't want to go insane from drugs. I started thinking more about this, but hadn't fully made any decisions yet. Then, still listening to music, I got on my phone for the first time. I was just browsing, can't remember for sure what I was looking at. Something to do with psychedelics. While I was on this post, looking in the comments, someone mentioned an insane shamanic psychedelic poison: Datura. Naturally curious, I searched up "Datura reddit". The first thing that came up was this pretty crazy IAMA Datura post, which blew my mind. Apparently it was the strongest psychedelics out there according to this guy. In the comments of this post, though, I would find something that would change me and my trip.

When I was reading the comments, everyone was generally calling the guy an idiot for doing Datura, since it's poisonous. I agreed with them, but was still curious about the effects (I wouldn't do it EVER). Thus, I searched up "Datura stories reddit", and came across a comment that just said "u/FlippnFlopp". I pressed this guys profile, and saw he had a post from a couple years ago saying he got some Datura. He seemed hyped about this, which confused me. Apparently this guy smoked 15-16 seeds of this stuff (I think) when you're only supposed to smoke 2 (also I think, could be wrong). Then, I clicked on his comment post history, and it kinda freaked me out. His last two comments made no sense, one of them saying something like "Google.com help return to normal stop" or something. Apparently, a lot of people speculate that this kid actually died from Datura. He never posted again after those comments. Now, I'm starting to think it maybe was a troll, but, then, while on 3 tabs of acid, I was convinced this guy died. Which is not an impossible situation, considering the amount of Datura he did. Reading about someone dying from drugs hit me HARD. Harder than the Syd Barret song did.

I began to think again: "I don't want to die from these fucking substances man why am I doing this to myself!" Obviously, no one is going to die from smoking too much weed or "tripping too hard" (minus suicide), but people die from other drugs all the time. Drugs I did. Drugs I liked. Drugs I had been begging to mix. Drugs I thought were beneficial for my life. This post COMPLETELY scared me. I realized at this point in my trip how fucked my recent drug usage has been. I went from someone who was just a weed smoker to a developing poly-addict. I realized that I was not happy without a high. I also realized I'd been deluding myself into thinking I didn't have a problem, just because I wasn't using the same substance numerous days in a row (besides weed). To me that meant I wasn't addicted. But now, I'm realizing it wasn't even being addicted to a certain drug, it was having a dependency on chasing a high. In retrospect it's obvious I was developing a substance problem, but I didn't see this till the trip brought it out for me. This was my ego death, or the start of it at least.

I just began thinking to myself "God I am such a fucking idiot", and began to decide it was time for a break. At this point, I was still feeling really good, and having a really good trip. Despite the realizations from above, I was still enjoying the trip. Actually, I think the realizations above made me enjoy the trip even more. It wasn't what I wanted from the trip - to ball out on tabs, do hella K, and smoke deems - but it truly was what I needed from the trip. I continued listening to music, just thinking about everything, and having a good time. At one point, I began to think "OP, you need to do something worthwhile with your time besides just drugs and worthless pursuits". Listening to these incredibly talented individuals awakened a desire to create music within me again. The thing is, I'm an intelligent person who is talented at a lot of things. Generally, I would never say this, as I think being humble goes a really long way. The ONLY reason I'm mentioning this is to allow the reader to understand that I am talented at numerous things, I just hadn't been pursuing any of them since I had been doing so many drugs.

I go to one of the best colleges in the US and graduated with a GPA of 4.54, 7th/300 in my graduating class. So I can do stuff. One thing I can do really well is play the flute. I've played the flute for 6 or 7 years, after being taught by my father. I hated it. I truly did. I hate saying that, now, but I hated working. I hated school, I hated flute, I hated anything that made me try. I come from a father with Asperger's who was also a teacher for 32 years. Safe to say, I've been forced to "do good" and "have academic hobbies" my entire life. Genuinely, I think it's one of the reasons I went so far in the other direction; I didn't have a choice with anything I was learning. That being said, though, I picked up the flute really quick. By age 14 I was better than my father who played his entire life. Listening to music and tripping made me have the desire to VOMIT music into my flute. I have never been this interested in playing music ever before. I realized that I can actually CREATE stuff. I can CREATE music, create art. I was listening to my playlist just thinking "GOD. These guys are all great man! But I can do this too!" Obviously, I'm no prodigy or whatever, but I can play the flute pretty good. Tripping, I grabbed my flute, which I had not touched, TOUCHED, for 18 months. Basically, after my Junior year in high school, I quit band, quit playing. I hated it. I hated everyone that did band (still do, fuck my high school band kids for real some of the weirdest kids out there, all they do is laugh at three year old memes). But now, suddenly, I wanted to play. more than I had ever wanted to in my life.

I ran to the roof of my building, ecstatic, ready to pour my soul into my flute. When I got there, I put together my flute, and played for a second. It felt good. I wasn't able to play nearly normally, as I was still tripping very hard and could barely see my flute, much less focus on sheet music. This was all I needed, though. The artistic inspiration was back. At this point, It was around 5:30 I believe. So about 4 hours into the trip. I set down my flute, and went to my friend C's room. I had been inside my building the entire trip, and was wanting to go for a walk outside. It was pleasant weather (mid 30s) , and the sun was just beginning to set. C had to walk over to a fraternity house for some pledging activities, so I offered to walk with him. It was like a 10 minute walk across campus, and it was really pleasant. We just talked about my trip pretty much the whole time. When we got to the "frat/ sorority" zone of my campus, I was disgusted. Disgusted! Something weird about me that doesn't really fit into the rest of my personality: I despise drinking, partying, and anything associated with it! Being around these frats was not the vibe during my trip!

I wasn't having a bad trip at all, I was just really realizing how much I truly hate frats. I hate them because I think college is somewhere people come to escape labels, and I think all Greek life does is assign labels. On the walk over, a frat brother (higher up) bumped into C and almost menacingly said something like "expecting to see you in a bit". A guy completely dressed in a suit. They were doing some retarded "sergeant" thing with the pledges (they'd act like a sergeant and yell at them), and I just remember thinking, "If one of these frat guys tried to yell in my face I would A. Laugh, B. Spit in their face, or C. throw a punch". The thing is, I'm not even a loner, reject, or "outcast" type of person; I.E. the type of person who's generally bitter. I'm by no means popular, but I know people, and people know me. Still, I hate parties and frats. Even if its with my friends. I just hate it. So I was very glad to be on my walk back when C went. On the walk back, I had probably one of the most beneficial mindsets I've ever experienced. I was alone, walking back on the sidewalk, watching the sun set behind the snow capped 14,000 mountain peak that towers over our city, just experiencing utter gratitude for my life. I began thinking of everything and everyone positive in my life.

This walk back was really good, and when I got back to my dorm room I decided to take a shower. It was 6:15, and I journeyed to the shower. This period was one of the more boring parts of the trip, but I was pretty dirty beforehand so it felt really good to be clean. I remember I was in the bathroom for 70 minutes, 25 of which were spent in the shower. Getting out, I came back to my room, and just chilled for a bit. I was still tripping pretty hard, but I'd say I was past the peak now. Past the peak part of the peak at least, on the comedown of the peak, but still not coming down, if that makes any sense. This was when I first tried to eat some food, but quickly realized it wasn't the move. I called a close friend, "S" who I happen to go to school with, work with, and also come from the same original state to our college state. I asked him to bring me some soup and bread from where we worked, and he said he would when he was off around 9 (I called at 8). This was fine with me as I wasn't particularly hungry. Then, C and J (another friend) came to my room, and we all kinda talked for an hour. J was originally one of my best friends, but has recently been turning more and more into the type of frat brother I so hate. C isn't pledging as seriously as J is, nowhere close to.

As we were talking, J began to piss me off a little bit, just interrupting me occasionally, going on unrelated tangents, and defending "his" frat to me. I wouldn't say I was even that pissed, it just kind of sucked seeing my "friend" associate with toxic leeches. J and I began the year as really close friends, and he was one of my best friends throughout the first semester. This is why it hurts even more, because it sucks to see your "friends" go away. To each his own, though, I can't say my opinion on frats is correct. Unfortunately, though, if J joins the frat (the pledging for this semester is almost over) I do not think I will pursue the friendship anymore. I understand I have a pretty big bias of hating frats that was instilled to me by my father (who also hated them, probably because of his Aspergers), but this trip somehow really brought that hate to the surface. I'm sure the reader has noticed, as I've probably been rambling about my hatred of frats for too long. Oh well, it was important to me in my trip, and this report is primarily for me, so I'm gonna talk about it. It just kills me, because J was a good friend, but I do not think I could be friends with someone in a frat seriously. Anyways, enough frat hate (for this post)

After talking for an hour, J hyped C up into going to some frat get together for their pledging; a tired C obliged. J was called to get beers for another frat pledge (a kid I know, who is I guess part of the "popular" group) and obliged. I just felt kind of sorry for J, because this kid, call him D, just wanted beers. J has convinced himself that they're "best friends" or whatever, when this kid, who I know better than J even does, is genuinely just using him as a runner for getting him things. It sucks, cause I can see it, cause I know D, and who he is, but J can't. To each his own, though, I suppose J is feeling pretty good now with all of this enlightened frat brother "best friends". After this, I was just laying in my bed under my covers, content and warm. I'd been in the come down (actual come down now) stage for a while, but still definitely had some effects. At this point, S came to my room, along with some soup and bread. This was the first meal I had since earlier. The soup was good, and didn't bother my stomach too much.

S was sober, and I gave him a couple dab rips out of my bong. We then had a really good 2 hour long conversation about money, and how we hate rich kids. S and I just talked for ages about this topic. I'll skip all of the points, as it (along with my frat hatred agenda) is just a mass of hatred which I'd rather not focus on. After this, S went to bed. At this point, I think it was around 11. I decided to do a couple lines of ketamine, nothing major. I wasn't really tripping too hard anymore at this point. The ketamine was nice, but I wasn't in the mood to do too much. Around this time, C came back from an uneventful night out. We just began talking, and I was telling him about my trip. During my conversation with S, he told me "You should take next month sober". Initially, I said "maybe, I don't want to make that decision right now". Talking to C, we began to talk about our drug use. One part of the conversation I remember was where C and I were both thinking of our mother's projected reactions to finding out about our nefarious activities. It crushed me. Thinking about how my mother would react to the knowledge of my substance use, much less selling, really gave me a reality check on my use. C came to a similar realization. "Our mothers would both be in tears if they knew what we were doing". That realization made me feel so shitty, so low, and so disappointed in myself.

Discussing this, I decided I would in fact take next month fully sober. I was so fed up with having drugs be my fun and drugs be my happiness. I wanted to create. I wanted to put in work. C shared this sentiment. I'm skimming over this conversation a little bit, because it wasn't really part of the "trip", since I had almost come down. In reality, It was a very long, deep, and beneficial conversation. We spoke from probably 11-1, then smoked again one more time (just so I could sleep).

The trip was now over. C and I finished up smoking, and we both decided to go to bed. When I was finally alone for the night and about to fall asleep, I was just in a state of reminiscence. I really did not expect the trip to go this way, but I was so glad it did. I then went to sleep, and got a solid 8 hours of sleep in.

Takeaways
After waking up, I immediately grabbed my flute, went outside, and played for an hour. Now that I was sober, I could play well again. I just spent the hour pouring my soul into the flute. I really felt great. I was ready for a new chapter in my life. I had a really good day that day. Later in the day, I bought a guitar. Spent 300 of the thousands I'd made from selling to buy myself a nice new electric guitar. This trip was right before my spring break, so the guitar is now sitting in my mailbox until we get back. At the time of me finishing up this trip report, the date is March 23, 2022. The trip occurred on March 11th. Our spring break began the Wednesday after the Friday I tripped. That weekend and the first two days of the week, I smoked once a day. Normally, when I smoke once a day I'm craving bud the whole rest of the day, as I go from smoking upwards of 7-8 times a day down to 1. These days, though, I was really only smoking at night so I could sleep. I truly didn't feel the need to smoke as much, which I was proud of.

After this trip, up to this day, I have been playing the flute upwards of an hour a day. Some days more. I fully mastered the piece Nights in White Satin by Moody Blues, which is a difficult piece. Today marks day 5 of not smoking weed. I feel fine without it. I don't even want to go back to smoking. The only problem is that I still can't fall asleep, but I've always had sleeping troubles so I hope it'll just get better soon. It is nice to dream again. I will admit being back for Spring Break has been both good and bad. Good in that it provided a much needed rest and allowed me to soak in the trip a little bit more. I've been adding to this report here and there all the while. I am extremely excited to go back to my college. I am coming back to a new mountain bike, 70 degree and sunny weather, a new guitar, and all my friends. Life is looking good. One thing that I decided during my SB, which contradicts myself earlier in the report (decided it subsequent to writing that part) is that I am going to allow myself one mushroom trip next block.

This is because I think my intent behind the use is different. It's no longer as much for the fun. To me it's more about the learning now. Also, It's been a year since I've really tripped on mushrooms. As someone who accredits much of their moral plane and success to psilocybin, I think I'm ready again. When I was doing mushrooms (lots of them, 10g+ trips), I quit smoking weed completely voluntarily for 8 months. I want another realization like this, and I think mushrooms will help solidify my decision even more. I might also venture out to another DMT breakthrough, but I haven't decided yet. I don't want to commit to that or not commit. With DMT it's really how I'm feeling. But no LSD, no coke, no ketamine, no weed, no nothin else. I'm ready to be sober for a little bit. I'm excited for when I can return to psychedelics, but now I need to use the information my LSD trip provided me with. I ordered some 2C-B, which I'm excited to try this summer (assuming I'm mentally prepared and deserve to enter that space again).

But for now, I'm set with being sober. And so far it's been great. This trip really taught me that LSD is a tool, not a recreational drug as I had been treating it. More than anything, it taught me a new level of respect for myself and others. This week and a half after my trip has been really good. I'm continually branching out my music taste, and exploring new things and sensations.
Thank you all, and I hope each and every one of you has a blessed life.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116268
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: May 13, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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