DOSE:	200 - 300 ug	oral	LSD	(edible / food)
	repeated	smoked	Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

160 lb

First, I want to give some information on my state before I invited Lucy over to play. Before this I had done three other psychedelics: varying amounts of LSA from morning glory seeds, two light doses of cubensis mushrooms, and finally roughly a third of a blotter with 25I-NBOMe the night before. With my first few trips I never left the uncomfortable state of limbo that is the come up. It was only in the middle of my first mushroom trip that I popped out of the catatonic agony to find beauty and creativity abound.

The comedian and psychonaut Duncan Trussell once talked about how novelty seemed to pop up around the time of a trip. The Tuesday of that week I was at a friend's house smoking hookah and weed and passed out on his bed. When I woke up and went outside my car had one of its mirrors broken off. The next day my two year old dog started having seizures for no apparent reason. Also, on that Friday I found a mushroom trip report on Reddit, which I rarely browse, that was very similar to the last trip I had. While I have no idea if his theory is true it is still something interesting to contemplate.

Just as I got home from the house I had done the 25I-NBOMe at I got a text from a friend that sells psychedelics (let’s call him Syd) about getting “...a bunch of Lucy…” and that he would let me know when he had it. Whenever I hear news about possible getting a psychedelic I get a wave of excitement and anxiety. Excitement that I may get to sneak outside of time, and anxiety that it will fall through as a lot of psychedelic deals tend to do.

10:15 pm (T-1:15) - I smoke a very fat joint and lay back to listen to Comfortably Numb because me and my friends watched The Wall the night before and I am craving some Pink Floyd. During one of the best guitar solos ever brought into this dimension I hear my phone ring. It’s Syd! When he says I can get it that night I hop in my car and head out. It is stored on 12 Pez with 300µg each. I buy one, put it in a Pez dispenser, and put the dispenser in my trunk so it doesn’t get too hot in my pocket. As I get home Syd calls me to let me know that I should wait a few weeks because both 25I-NBOMe and LSD act on the 5-HT2A receptor and that it will cause some cross-tolerance. I think about this for a while as I peruse online for information on the extremity of the cross tolerance. Eventually I decide that since I only had a light dose of 25I-NBOMe I will go for it.

12:30 am (T+0:00) - I play Cream’s Sunshine of Your Love and try to decide what dose I should take. I think back on my other solo trips and decide to blow it out. I take all 300µg (EDIT: with more LSD experience I realize that this was degraded some from being kept in a pez dispenser in plain light so take the “300µg” with a grain of salt) and ready myself for the unknown road ahead. Within minutes I can feel the energy begin to flow through me. I listen to the next few songs in Disraeli Gears with tunnel vision about what is to come. During Blue Condition I take Cream’s hint and remember to let go. Lucy grabs my hand as she takes me up the hill of one of the most intense roller coasters known to man.

12:45 am (T+0:15) - The walls begin to subtly breathe, the air vent on my wall is starting to wriggle, and the carpet is becoming more uniform. When the album gets near its end I check to make sure everyone is asleep.

*I don't know how quickly LSD acts, but I feel like that was a placebo.*

1:00 am (T+0:30) - I take my guitar on top of my loft bed and play a few chords to help myself calm down some more. After a little while I hop down and head to my garage where I can blast music without waking anyone up.

1:26 am (T+0:56) - I take a few pictures of me spinning around before I remember what I am there for. I just have my unplugged electric guitar because my 100 watt amp would be too much for the middle of the night. I play along with some more Cream and start to feel the energy build up inside me more and more. I begin running around to the beat of the music as if I'm on a stage. This part feels very much like one of my mushrooms trips. I begin to find myself losing track of time. Every minute seems like five...Or is it seven?

1:30 am (T+1:00) - I set down my guitar and go outside. Colors are brightening ever so slowly and things take on a silken appearance. I live by a dirt road with winding sidewalks that go through canopies of branches, so I decide to walk down it. My walking seems to be sped up as if each step adds to the existing momentum. As I turn the corner the distinction from psilocybin becomes clear. The sidewalk in front of me is waving as I walk on it. Every few steps, I walk up a small hill that I’m quite sure never existed before. After a few minutes I get to a plant growing through a fence. I jokingly ask its name and get no response. Soon I come upon a street sign and stare at it for a bit. As my mind wanders everything but the sign recedes into darkness. I know that I'm on a street corner, but as time passes the exact location begins to escape me. I never fully forget where I am, but I can feel the knowledge leaving me. After a few seconds of this I snap back into this reality.

I grow more and more joyous as I walk towards a large tree blocking the sidewalk. Once I get there I take a picture of it because it seems so lovely. I am filled incredible feelings of awe and happiness. As I continue down the sidewalk, the intensity of it’s waving increases, and soon I arrive at a house with a humming lamp outside. This sends me into a trance and I disappear into a world of floating nothingness. I have no sense of my body. After an unknown amount of time I return to the sound of the buzzing lamp. On my way back home I begin to lose recognition of my surroundings again, but am still very aware of the direction I need to go. I turn on my phone to record, but turn it off after a minute in paranoia that the light will draw attention to me. On the final stretch before I return home the waving becomes entirely unignorable, and I am loving it. Every step is an adventure as I feel different textures with my bare feet.

1:52 am (T+1:22) - I grab my guitar and take 15 pictures in one minute. I have no idea why, but it was extremely fun regardless.

1:53 am (T+1:23) - I get an intense urge to hear music, so I put down my guitar, and put on my all time favorite song to hear while tripping, Pink Floyd’s Echoes. If you haven't heard it, search for it in YouTube to listen to while you read this.The pings in the beginning seem to be ages apart, and as the keyboard comes in I search around for my one-hitter stash box. Once the guitar comes in I put the box and lighter on a table so I can dance around to the music. I notice the walls of the garage bending massively and my vision vibrating from time to time, and singing along to the music feels so good that I can’t help but exclaim “Oh my god!” every so often.

1:58 am (T+1:28) - During the guitar solo at 5:30 I start to dance more aggressively. When the jammin’ guitar starts at 7:00 I get really into it. The music is surrounding me, and I am loving every millisecond of it. Around 9:00 into the song I grab my guitar again and start to play along. Everything feels incredible, and time seriously begins to melt away as the song enters it’s space-out section around 11:30.

2:08 am (T+1:38) - Around the 15:00 mark I set the guitar down and head over to smoke some weed. This is where I toss myself over the edge into infinity. As I take a deep hit and blow out invisible smoke, I slouch back and stare at a piece of wood above me as Pink Floyd envelops me in a cocoon of eerie sound. All of the grains on the wood start to move around. Slowly and playfully at first, then within seconds they start to wrap around each other in an ocean of awe. I sit with my mouth gaping at this for what seems like forever, but judging by the song was only 30 seconds. I take another hit of cannabis and blast off into another universe in my head for a while longer. I come out of that to hear the song at it’s 16:00 mark. I get up and walk over to a piece of wood sitting by the wood stove. I start a little flame on a stick and watch it carefully in case it doesn’t stop. At 18:13, when the buildup bursts into a symphony of beauty, I go into another trance. Everything around me turns into a soup of amazement, but this time I snap out of it fairly quickly. As Echoes ends I contemplate going inside to watch the movie, but then I remember that classical music exists. I turn up the stereo and put on Tchaikovsky’s 6th symphony.

2:17 am (T+1:47) - I take countless more hits of weed and find myself sitting on the edge of the pool table. As I stare at the bumpy floor it begins to wriggle around. Then out of nowhere it forms into an insanely detailed fractal. The greyness has been replaced by magnificent colors, and my peripheral vision is engulfed by this amazing pattern. It loses it’s color as it moves away from the center. I try to follow the fractal down as far as I can to find that it leads me right back to where I am sitting. This shocks me so much that I lose track of the fractal. As I lie back to listen to the music I can’t help but giggle at how lively everything is. With my eyes open I can see the individual pieces in the plywood above me dancing around each other. I start to lose all feeling of my body. For a second I want to get up in fear, but then I settle into it. I recall a feeling that I had at the dentist under laughing gas around the age of 10.

*When I was there, I was slowly dissolving into the chair as they operated on my cavities. I went through numerous layers of fluff and numbness*

2:37 am (T+2:07) - As I stare up at the ceiling, I get the feeling that this is where I have landed after sinking through time. Thinking about that makes me giggle a bit. When the third movement, a march, comes on I start to march like a general in circles. I have an imaginary cigar in my mouth spouting commands at nobody. When the end of the symphony comes I am ready at my phone with Jefferson Airplane up next.

3:06 am (T+2:36) - Somebody to Love and White Rabbit are great while tripping, but Voodoo Child is where it’s at when you play guitar. I play along to a live recording. I really have a grasp on why Hendrix loved to play sounds instead of notes now. Strong doses of psychedelics, at least for me, erase the idea of notes. I just become an instrument for creativity. At the end I find myself on my back staring at the ceiling with the ending still ringing in my ears minutes later.

3:20 am (T+2:50) - I put on Swlabr by Cream as something to end this portion of the trip on before I go watch Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas. I take a couple more hits from the pipe just because, then I grab my stuff and go back inside. When I open the door, dozens of various insects fly in the house. Then they disappear quickly. It takes me a while to get the movie ready to play, but I manage to do it.

3:30 am (T+3:00) - Once I start the movie I pick up my drawing pad and start to sketch down whatever the characters say. This never really evolves into anything good looking so I put it down and concentrate on the movie.

4:15 am (T+3:45) - For some reason I pause the movie. Then I get up, lay on my futon for a little while, then light some incense. Before the flame even goes out I’m already distracted by a thought of seeing what I look like.

*Some people say to never look into the mirror on acid, but it didn’t really phase me. I saw myself aging, but I knew I was fine.”*

4:25 am (T+3:55) - I sit in my chair and resume watching the movie. As it nears the end I can see the sun starting to come up. I want it to go on, but I also really want to listen to The Dark Side Of The Moon. (I’m a Pink Floyd junkie if you couldn’t tell ;D)

4:40 am (T+4:10) - When I walk outside I’m greeted with a bright, vibrant wonderland. I marvel at it for a second, but am too focused on thinking that my neighbors will see me standing like a statue to focus for too long. I walk around the garage while the familiar heartbeat fades in. I am just in awe of the genius of Pink Floyd. How do they capture these feelings so well?

4:49 am (T+4:19) - After a couple bong hits and a pipeful I hear the ticking in the beginning of Time. I always have to drum along to the intro when I hear it. It’s just so visceral. A couple minutes into the song I lie down on the pool table with my chin resting on the edge. As the guitar solo begins I start to merge with the pool table. I have no idea what is happening, and this time I actually start to wonder if it is permanent. Thoughts go through my head like: “How am I going to explain this to my parents?”, “How am I going to fit through the door?”, “How do I move?” Eventually I can feel that my chin is touching something. From there I realise what is happening and get up. Things continue to dance as I pace around, singing along to Great Gig In The Sky.

5:02 am (T+4:32) - The toll of the second day in a row of tripping all night hits me. I go inside to finish the album, but pass out before Money is even over.

This was the coolest trip I’ve had so far. I don’t yet know what lessons are buried inside of it, but I always like writing one of these to get the ball rolling. A thought I had while writing this is that I got to experience some cool shit (that's an understatement), but all in all I did no real work. One thing I definitely learned is that LSD would be amazing with other people. I could only imagine those feelings in a setting with everyone on the same wavelength. I’m only going to do another solo trip when I have some practice with meditation. Eye candy is nice, but it somehow feels hollow with nobody to share it with.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 104641
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Jul 17, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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