DOSE: T+ 0:00	187.5 ug	oral	1cP-AL-LAD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 2:50		smoked	Tobacco - Cigarettes
T+ 3:50		smoked	Tobacco - Cigarettes
T+ 5:00	1 tablet	oral	Pharms - Quetiapine

BODY WEIGHT:

135 lb

To preface, I am a fairly experienced psychonaut. I have roughly 20 shrooms trips and 100 DMT trips under my belt, though only about 5 experiences with LSD/1P-LSD, so I was looking forward to expanding my understanding of lysergamides. I also have experience with molly and ketamine (notable since both entactogenic and dissociative qualities manifested during this trip). All this to say I feel equipped to qualify the subjective effects I experienced under the effects of this compound.

This trip took place on Halloween night, and I was accompanied by both of my girlfriends (who I will call Sable and Josie), and Josie's girlfriend (who I will call Aurora). We were originally going to take 2C-B, but my source for that fell through at the last minute and I decided to use the 1cP-AL-LAD tabs I had acquired from a graymarket research chemical source a number of months ago. We had 5x150ug tabs that we split between the 4 of us, so we each took 187.5ug. In spite of the last minute change of plans, we all went into the experience in very good spirits.

The plan was to take the tabs and then go out to a rave together, as a number of DJs that I liked were performing at a club that was only about a half hour walk from Josie's apartment. We went out to get something to eat about an hour before dropping, though I didn't eat that much because I was worried about negative body load. This turned out to be a non-issue for everyone except Aurora, who had some nausea in the stomach (though she has a natural predisposition to negative body load). In fact, I was quite surprised with the lack of bodyload that I experienced since LSD tends to give me bad tummy aches later into the trip.

T: +0h
We took our tabs at 10pm, and left Josie's apartment at 10:30. The walk felt long, though if I was experiencing any kind of effect from the tabs it was marginal. I noted that the walk felt like it had a bit of time dilation (ie. felt longer than a 30 minute walk would normally feel). We arrived at around 11pm, and I was feeling it just enough to be a little disoriented when we went inside. The smoke inside was thick and there were a number of strobe lights of various colours, which would soon contribute to significant visual phenomena. At this point I was definitely coming up, and a little bit unaware of my body. Sable told me that I was gripping her hand very tightly, which I was completely unaware of. I had to make a meaningful effort to hold it lightly.

T: +1h to +2h
By about 11:30 I was experiencing minor closed-eye visuals. I noted that the patterns on the back of my eyelids resembled silksong's witch crest - three segmented organic-looking roots projecting from a central origin and spreading outward into the edges of my vision. They were not moving, but changed every time I opened and closed my eyes to a different permutation of the same idea. I also noted that I had minor visual tracers, which slowly ramped up in intensity over the course of the next half hour. Combined with the strobe lights, this produced a really unique visual effect where the sequential images produced by the strobe appeared to be out of order. My mind didn't have enough time to meaningfully process each "frame", so it seemed to make up sensory information to fill in whatever I didn't capture. Since the strobe lights were in multiple colours, this produced a wonderfully engaging flashing sequence of freeze frames of an ecstatic party populated by sweaty strangers in bizarre and incomprehensible halloween costumes. I definitely felt an enhancement in my enjoyment of the music at this time too. The DJ sets felt extremely well put together, and I am sure they would have been very good if I was sober, but every single song was deeply engaging and compelled me to keep my body moving. The visual effects reached their maximum intensity around 12:30, when I had powerful fractals in both my open and closed eye fields and both CMY/RGB chromatic aberration on top of the out-of-order strobe frames. The chromatic aberration was really cool, as random objects in my view would very briefly have cyan, magenta, and yellow (or red, green, blue) copies of themselves placed beneath the original image, offset by some varying amount. Compared to the tabs of 1P-LSD I had done earlier in the summer, this was significantly more visual (though it's hard to guarantee that this wasn't primarily due to the setting, I am sure that it was in part the compound's natural affinity for visuals).

The body and mind experiences also rose to a fever pitch between 11:30 and 12:30. Sable was clearly feeling very physical, dancing up against me and guiding my hands up and down her body. I cycled between periods of being very physically present and very out-of-body. In one moment I was engaged with the sense of touch with her: the heat of friction, the smell of sweat, and the texture of her skin and the feeling of her body moving to the music beneath my fingertips. Then in the next moment I was in a dissociated cognitive bliss state, quickly losing awareness of my surroundings and feeling like I was dissolving. At one point I felt like I had become a cloud - the idea of me had been distilled into liquid and then evaporated into a fine mist. My arms and legs, the edges of my face and chest, everything just became a little blurry at the boundaries. I felt like my sense of self was slowly diffusing into the rest of the room, the faceless people, and the driving kick of the music. The feeling of aetherial intangibility was really enjoyable. I cycled between these two diametric states a number of times.

In the moment I described the multipolar facets of the experience as feeling "distracted", reminiscent of the comeup of my highest dose shrooms trip, where I felt like I was only able to focus on one single aspect of the experience at a time. At one point I went to take some notes on my phone and Sable told me that she thought it was so cute that I took notes on the trip like a little scientist. I felt a bit embarrassed, but not in a bad way. I refocused my attention on the experience and decided I would take notes later on.

This peak state also felt like a very internal/individual experience. I was only really aware of myself and at MOST one other person, everything else dissolved into the sensory medium I was embedded in. In the moments I was back in my body, I remember feeling a little shy about feeling up Sable on the dance floor. I would instinctively go to grab her chest and then passively disengage because I realized that I had no capacity to read the room and I couldn't be sure if that was an appropriate thing to do in that context (though realistically speaking it was a horny queer halloween rave, obviously feeling up my girlfriend from behind would have been completely appropriate). I recall feeling a little bad for not being able to completely focus on touching Sable, though I reassured myself that complete focus on being sexually engaged was (direct quote) "a lot to ask of a cloud".

T: +3h
Around 12:50 we went out for another smoke. I found that being outside was a very lucid experience - I felt mostly normal when I was away from the lights and music. I think the cold night air and the ritual of a cigarette really contributed to being grounded. I noticed a tiny bit of body load, just some nausea feeling in the tongue and soft palate. It was very manageable, and I only really noticed it while I was smoking a cigarette. We went back in not long after since the DJ I wanted to see the most was starting soon. We caught the end of the previous set: right as we came in the DJ started playing one of my favourite sextrance tunes, which instantly drew me back into the energy. I went and danced with Josie - the closed eye visuals while kissing each other were complex 3d fields of fractals in bright colours and were incredible to look at. Even though I ended up spending most of the rave with Sable, I was so happy that this was an experience the four of us were in together. That song was followed up by a completely normal Avril Lavigne song (insane song choice back to back), and I reflected more on how awesome it was to be at a rave with both my girlfriends and my girlfriend's girlfriend, and how grateful I was to have my relationship with Josie be so foundationally built on music. At this point I felt like I was past the peak now and just enjoying the plateau.

I was wrong about that though. Within about 10 minutes of the main set I felt a big surge of visuals again. I smiled and thought to myself "oh, you're not done with me yet huh?". I could feel a growing euphoria that ebbed and flowed as I danced with Sable in the middle of the dance floor. It definitely felt very entactogenic, a little bit like the organic-feeling euphoria of a moderate dose of molly. I reflected on how happy I was that Sable took so well to raving. Less than a year ago I took her to her very first rave, and I remember her saying that she wasn't sure if she would like it, but she was willing to try it for me. Now I was watching her dance her heart out, hair down and arms adorned in the gaudy bead bracelets we had made together, no longer needing to hold my hand or follow my lead. She was a fully-realized dionysian spirit of the Party, a golden flame that burned brighter than anyone, and I was so grateful to have been there to watch the embers enkindle every step of the way. I couldn't help but join her, my own heart giving into that uncontrollable wildfire.

The main DJ set was really good, though I was glad I was on psychedelics for it since I think that headspace really contributed to my engagement. It was distinctly unique, blending many different genres together, but always settling back into a distinctly syncopated central american club rhythm. Every time I got distracted, another crazy transition would draw me right back in. I spent a short while trying to peer over at the decks but I quickly realized I was too high to have any chance of understanding what was going on. After about half an hour more, the entactogenic rush faded back into the usual psychedelia. To be honest I didn't even notice it disappearing, it was such a gradual shift. Once I was back into the same headspace as before I became a little self-conscious again, partly because Sable and I were so close to the front and I once again was aware of being unable to gauge the room. My awareness was coming back a bit more though, and I noticed a surprising number of cis people for the first time. This was supposed to be a rave for "fa***ts and transsexuals" (which is what the sign on the door said verbatim), and becoming aware of the cis presence in the space didn't help the self-consciousness. The visuals were still quite intense and I was starting to feel a little bit faint, so I asked to go outside for some fresh air around 1:50AM. We went out for another smoke, and going out instantly cleared my head and brought back a lot of lucidity. Josie said she was feeling ready to go back home, despite not being out of energy. Sable and I also felt like we were still on full energy, the compound seemed to provide a lot of capacity for dancing and at least some pain-mitigating effect (since neither Sable nor I were sore from the dancing at all). We saw some other friends outside the venue who were headed home as well, so we decided to head out. I went back inside to grab my coat, and the 2 minutes I spent in there instantly kicked the visuals all the way back up again, so I had to get out quick before getting overwhelmed.

T: +4h
The walk home was really nice. The streets were still full of people in full costumes and partying despite it being 2AM, so the city felt very alive (and very safe). Sable was cracking jokes the entire way back. She's so funny, the other three of us were absolutely cackling on the way home. I once again had a tiny bit of self-consciousness because she was being very loud, but she made the point that this was the one night where it was appropriate to be a public nuisance, and I conceded that as true and we carried on. I wanted to contribute more to the conversation on the way back but I couldn't shake the feeling that nothing I said was either funny or engaging since I was tripping a little too much to maintain all the conversational context. I'm sure this was an entirely internal experience, though it was a familiar feeling for me in my experience of being too weed-high or tripping too much.

Retrospectively, that kind of self-consciousness was a lot more reminiscent of how weed affects me than acid does. A sober friend who was also at the event mentioned to me later that he was getting contact high from people smoking weed in the venue, and given my extremely low tolerance and significant sensitivity to weed, it's extremely likely that I was also high on top of tripping. That would explain a lot about the intensity of the experience and the cognitive effects. It's a little unfortunate that I wasn't able to properly assess how 1cP-AL-LAD compares to LSD without any kind of drug contamination, but to be honest I don't have enough experience with LSD to draw any meaningful comparative conclusions anyway. I can say fairly confidently that 1cP-AL-LAD is more visual than LSD, and I can say extremely confidently that I had a really good time, but that's about it.

T:+5h
Close to the end of the walk I felt like I was probably coming down, but once we got inside Josie's apartment I was once again proven wrong. The white walls of the foyer were completely covered in intricate patterns, and looking in the mirror my pupils were still the size of dinner plates. Everyone laughed a little at how dilated they were, and I was told that it was very cute. We ended up getting home around 3AM, and just lay in bed and talked about things and enjoyed the plateau of the trip together. Whatever pain-mitigating effect the tabs may have had wore off by then, Sable's poor legs were in a lot of pain, though my massaging helped at least a little. Nobody felt inclined to put music on for those few hours, but the silence was kinda nice to be honest. Around 4:30AM I decided it was time to pass out. I took my usual dose of quetiapine (which is an antipsychotic and sleep aid), and shared some with everyone else to help them sleep. I had no trouble falling asleep.

T:+16h
The next morning I woke up around 1:30PM, and was the first one to be awake (other than Aurora who barely slept, for complicated reasons that I can't get into in this report). Sable and Josie woke up around 2pm, both feeling fairly rested. I noticed having closed eye visuals and significant visual snow right after waking up, and briefly had a moment of feeling like I had finally given myself real HPPD after all my psychedelic escapades. Thankfully these effects faded over about an hour. I was pretty tired and dissociative all day, but the day after I was back to feeling mostly normal. Surprisingly, my memory of the events is very good, as you can tell by the depth of this trip report. Having that lucidity and lack of memory loss was definitely a strong positive for this drug.

Overall this experience was fantastic, and definitely deserves a spot as one of my favourite psychedelic trips as of late. Unfortunately, the greymarket source I use has discontinued stocking 1cP-AL-LAD, so it's likely that this will be a one-time experience. I'm grateful that I got to try it when I did.

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 119346
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Nov 11, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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