DOSE: T+ 0:00	150 ug	sublingual	LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 1:30	50 ug	sublingual	LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 8:00		smoked	Cannabis	(device)

BODY WEIGHT:

155 lb

My friend and I went to a holiday house close to a beach a couple weekends back and decided to have the acid there. We headed to the holiday house Friday night, tripped Saturday and recovered Sunday before going home. The weather was predicted to be poor but it ended up being surprisingly nice, in the mid 60’s and sunny.

We slept in on Saturday. I got up around 10, my friend 11. We both had a small breakfast: some tuna for me and cereal for my friend. We planned to take the acid at 12, so we’d have enough time to settle in to the day before dropping and also (hopefully) early enough to be able to sleep at a reasonable hour that night. I spent my morning organizing a playlist, cleaning up and cutting up fruit, so we were all ready. In terms of food that we had, it was a mixture of lots of fruit and nuts, a few sweets thrown in and some delicious fruit juice. The playlist consisted of trance, goa, funk, acid rock, folk and the like, as well as classics like The Beatles. Neither of us had tried LSD before, although my friend had tripped on shrooms a few times. I’m not really sure what I expected of LSD, but I think I expected it to be very visual and separated from reality. Sort of an experience where I would not be myself for a few hours and then could take some of the lessons I learned on my trip and integrate them into my sober life. Nothing could have prepared me for what it actually was. The clock struck 12 and we weren’t quite ready yet, so my friend had a shower and then we meditated for 15 minutes.

After meditating, we took our doses at a few minutes before 12:30; 100ug for my friend and 150ug for myself. We meditated again for another 20 minutes, although it was a bit harder for me this time because of the anticipation. After that we got up and kicked a soccer ball around for a short while, which actually put me more at ease than the second round of meditation. After about 20 minutes, my arms started to feel weak and I felt a bit lighter in general. My friend, Mitch couldn’t feel anything but we put that down to him taking a smaller dose. At this point we decided to put the music on and I asked Mitch what he wanted to listen to first. He chose “Give It Away” by the Chili Peppers, which I was not feeling at all. The moment I put it on though, the music reverberated through my body and just felt gooooood. It was now that I knew it was taking effect.

Within 5 minutes we started laughing hysterically, over nothing at all. It was a serendipitous wave of euphoria. It felt amazing, similar to MDMA but more intense, in my opinion. I soon became bored of soccer and found my thoughts were racing all over the place. I remember thinking around this time that “this must be what ADHD is like”. I literally could not focus on anything, because everything was distracting me. I wanted more, and was seriously considering it before Mitch reminded me that we still had a long way to go yet. I checked the clock and it was around 1:30. Time was already of little consequence to us and we wandered over to our bed where we’d periodically engage in fits of laughter. I thanked Mitch for reminding me to respect psychedelics. This is when I first felt the deep empathy and oneness with the world that LSD can provide, although it was only subtle at this stage.

Although I am calling him Mitch in the retelling, we both dispensed with names almost from the beginning of the trip. We were “You”, because we felt that names were merely titles. We said our names a few times just to see what it was like, and it felt supremely weird. It felt as if our names were baggage of the past, weighing us down and encouraging individuality. Individuality isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but in the context of togetherness and oneness it isn’t so much about standing out from the crowd as completely distancing oneself from the crowd. So we reverted back to oneness and “You”, because there was no pressure, no expectations and no discrimination associated with “You”.

We both felt hungry by now, so we went to the fridge to grab some watermelon. It tasted incredible. It was the juiciest thing I’d ever eaten, and we agreed it felt as if it was radiating an energy, especially as we swallowed. We devoured it like wild animals, juice all over our faces. We stopped to look at each other and laughed hysterically again. More often than not on LSD I found that when I laughed it wasn’t because something was inherently funny, it was just that it felt so good and strange that laughing was the natural impulse. This time though, it was hilarious. We looked like bloodthirsty killers. Somewhere between 1:30 and 2pm we both agreed to take a little bit more, so we had half a tab extra each. This put Mitch’s total at 150ug and mine at 200ug. We agreed to not take any more than that for our first time.

After eating, I felt like listening to Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks. I interrupted the playlist to find me some Van, and the moment I put it on we both sunk into the couch. I’ve loved this album since discovering it, but never like this. From the moment he spoke “If I ventured in the slipstream/between the viaducts of your dream”, every word, every instrument, every note, every moment traversed through my soul and became one with my body. I didn’t just listen to his story, I inherited it. I became Van Morrison, and Van Morrison became me. It’s an unbelievable sensation that I’ve never experienced in my life before. “I’m nothing but a stranger in this world” resonated with me, and I could tell it resonated with everyone who listened to it. From that moment forth, acid was a spiritual journey, quite different from what I expected but no less profound. Possibly even more so than I had anticipated.

I don’t quite remember how long it was till we decided to actually do something, mainly because I discovered that on acid, time is a completely irrelevant construct. Occasionally I would look at a clock or a phone to check the time, but that was merely for a reference. On acid, everything is a moment. I was always in the moment. Very rarely looking forward or back, life existed in the present. On the occasion I shifted out of the present, it was with great effort that I had to control my thoughts.

My brain filter got switched off. Instead of receiving only information necessary for normal functioning, every bit of data got into my brain. There is no distinction between what is important and what is not; everything just is. This was quite overwhelming at times. Not overwhelming in a negative way, but just in the sense that I had a lot to deal with, and it can be hard to focus. I personally loved this aspect of the trip. When I closed my eyes I could vaguely see something resembling a kaleidoscope, albeit nothing that made me go “wow! I’m seeing things”. In terms of open eye visuals, I couldn’t see anything that wasn’t there, but everything was enhanced in an indescribable way. There were visual trails, and surfaces often appeared to wobble and sway.

We got up and had the urge to move, to do something. I found the notes I had left us and read them aloud. I was filled with wonder that Me-before-LSD had the foresight to write a note to Me-on-LSD (two completely different beings). I felt deeply as if my old self cared greatly for the both of us, and that this letter was a sacred gift from the past. Now this past was only a few hours old, but that was irrelevant because time had no meaning, and also because I realized that I would be a different person now. Two hours ago I had never tried LSD, and yet now here I was, in the midst of this truly joyous experience a changed man.

After deciding that we should head to the beach, we kept getting distracted by the most meaningless things. We wanted to take a ball with us, but we couldn’t find it. We would look for the ball, then get distracted, then wonder what we were doing, then remember we were going to the beach, then wonder why we hadn’t left yet, then remember the ball, then look for it again. This process must have repeated itself at least five or six times before we found the ball. This only led to more fuck ups. We were truly confused as to whether we should lock the back door before leaving, turn off power points, etc. Finally we left the house, and slowly walked to the beach (about a 30-45 minute walk away). I didn’t wear shoes because I felt restricted by them; I wanted my feet to be free. I would come to regret that decision.

Walking on gravel and loose rocks and sharp grass. It wasn’t as hard as we’d anticipated to stay calm while outside. We slowly trekked to the ocean. Everything in nature looked gorgeous. Imagine the heavenly glade in ‘What Dreams May Come’, although a bit less surreal. It all appeared as it might when sober, but every single object had the aforementioned indefinable quality that made it more brilliant. I feel as if I could see the energy of everything.

We brought a football with us, and would only pass it once every 100 yards or so when we remembered to be ‘normal’. We passed a few people, but thankfully didn’t have to interact with them. After what I’m guessing was about 15 minutes we found a bench and a park, with a normal fence and gate around it. Although it was like any park I had encountered sober, right now I was seriously confused as to whether it was someone’s property or not. I was hesitant to enter. Mitch reassured me that it was indeed a park, so we sat down. Sitting down on the bench we reflected on how we felt so far, both agreeing it had already been an amazing experience. We sat down at the bench around 3:30 and left around 3:40, which we knew thanks to my watch. I can’t stress enough how inconsequential time was to us, though.

Getting up, we left and walked past an immense house with Greek architecture; columns and statues and other features. It would’ve looked pretty cool sober, but to us right then it honestly looked out of this world, like a gateway to another realm! We kept walking for a while before coming across someone tending to his front yard. What probably happened was that we all smiled to each other and said “hey, how are you?” “good thanks, how are you?” “good!”. What I felt happened was more along the lines of “hey how good thanks are you good you are thanks how”. It was a blur of words that individually had meaning but placed strategically in a sentence at a reasonable pace amounted to my brain shitting itself.

Onwards we trekked, and we passed a few more houses. One had two less than savory individuals staring menacingly at us with a big fucking dog. I just smiled back, happy and content. I was aware that I should have been afraid, yet fear was foreign to me at this point. Everything was bliss.

Another house was passed and this one had an even bigger dog outside. It was alone, and running up and down the fence line, barking loudly but not at anything. Mitch and I immediately empathized with the dog, and understood that it just wanted to be free. At any other point in my life I would’ve just thought “shut up”. Not this time. We truly connected with the dog and understood how it felt. It sounds naïve, but it was a genuine sentiment and one I’m pretty sure is true. I consider myself an empathic individual to begin with, but I have never felt connectedness like this before. I was the dog, I was the tree, I was the air, the ground, everything. And everything was me.

Every person I saw, I saw free of judgment. It might’ve been a case of seeing people as they truly were, or maybe even to their fullest potential. What I believe happened however, was that I accepted other people as they were. Fat people were just fat, not ‘slobs’ or ‘lazy’. Less than well off people were just that, not ‘trailer trash’. Smokers were smokers, plain and simple. It was and is my favorite aspect of the trip.

We passed a few more people along the way, getting better at integrating ourselves the further we went. Mitch and I had an extreme sense of telepathy. We would talk and say perhaps three words before the other person would say “I get you”. And we did. I would say we understood each other better than we ever had because we weren’t communicating in words which were limited by our vocabulary. We transmitted energy to each other and felt everything that needed to be said. Every message was a fully formed thought, requiring a paragraph or so to describe, but we understood it immediately. Mitch and I have been friends our whole lives and never communicated as truthfully, effortlessly, and completely as we did on this day.

Finally we got to the main road next to the beach, and traffic was heavy. Every car that passed would overwhelm my senses. There was just so many of them. We managed to find a break in traffic and crossed the road. Over the road there was a little pathway down to the beach. I asked Mitch if I could borrow his shoes just for a while because my feet were in that much pain. To reiterate: I’m an idiot. Anyway we got to the beach at what I’m guessing would be a bit after 4pm. There were a few pockets of people around, but it was pretty empty that day. We found a small area to ourselves and just sat down. For a good while, we just sat there. We picked up sand and inspected it closely, letting it slip through our fingers. I don’t think we did much else. We watched a big ship leave the bay, and that filled us with wonder. Honestly, it mesmerized us.

This was probably our most productive time in terms of insights. We would have one after the other, each one so blindingly obvious to us that it was almost incredulous we hadn’t already thought of it. Simple things at the core of our being, for instance “love everyone, and everything”, “we are all one”, “we find the meaning of life in the mere fact that we are living it” and “everyone should take LSD”, among quite a few others that I have forgotten.

It was around 5pm now and we walked into the water, heading towards sandbanks each time. We actually made it about 60 yards out without getting more than our knees wet. The water was cold and so was the wind, but it wasn’t a bad thing. It was just a fact; the cold was not uncomfortable. Despite this, we didn’t want to go in the water because it was cold. As my head entered the water, the sensory information I received became unbearably overwhelming. In one second as the water rushed by my head and body, I felt like I was receiving too much. It was as if I could sense the entire ocean heading toward me. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. I immediately emerged from the water not dissimilar to a deer in the headlights.

We headed back to the beach, and as we did we pondered more things. I became enamored with the Moon, which had come out earlier than usual. I felt yet more empathy for this most beautiful of creatures, because creature it was. It was alive and it was the Earth’s companion and it regulated the tides and gives us a night light and if nothing else, it is serenely beautiful. I became the Moon, and the Moon became me. Actually, not quite; I always was the Moon, and the Moon was always me. I felt the deepest, most intimate and sacred connections with what is physically a giant rock millions of miles away. The Moon cared about us, and it was us.

At this point, we decided it was best to head back home. The walk home was far less eventful than the walk to the beach, because we were entering our peak and still coming up on the way there. On the way back we were leaving the peak, plus we had had a few hours in public to get used to the feeling. We started to get hungry and fantasized about all the food we were going to eat when we got home. Upon arriving home we had a few snacks and put the playlist back on. I could sense that the peak of the trip had ended, and the effects were beginning to decline.

I wanted to shower. After getting undressed and hearing the funkiest of tunes emanating from the speakers, I forgot all about my shower and just danced in the living room, much to the joy of Mitch. I was boogying out, with no regard for self-consciousness or even Mitch’s impression of me. It was fun and that’s all. I danced and danced, all sorts of different moves, and he was just glued to the couch in ecstasy. After a while I remembered the shower but I kept dancing because I wanted to. Eventually I made my way to the shower. I got in, and just let the water wash over me. I enjoyed being alone with my thoughts, and didn’t wash myself for the first 15 minutes or so.

Finally I washed myself and got out of the shower. Mitch was still on the couch, just enjoying himself. I suggested he should have a shower too, so he did. I turned the music off and headed to bed. It was only 6pm, but I just wanted to get warm and comfortable. I thought more about my partner and held my pillow as if it were them. Mitch came back and he hopped into bed. All we did for the next 30-odd minutes was lie down in silence, either looking out a big panoramic window, at the ceiling or at each other. Very few words were spoken in this time. It was bliss. This is not something either of us could do sober, I don’t think. I felt again a strong feeling of interconnectedness, especially with Mitch but with everything as well.

After a while I wanted to put some music on, so I played “Madame George” again and drifted away as the sound filled not just the room, but eternity. When it was over, I was in a very Beatles mood, so I listened to a few different tracks – some of their more psychedelic ones – whilst draped over the couch. Again I felt a deep connection with the music, as well as The Beatles themselves. I just lay there and let the music swim over me and through me. I think it was around 7.30-8 by now and I definitely noticed a tail off in the effects. It was gradual though and I didn’t really feel any different.

Mitch got up and we vaped a little bit of bud. I had some because I’ve read that weed can enhance an acid trip. It’s a sativa and it gives the both of us a real energetic high when sober. It also smells and tastes like fresh mangoes, which is absolutely delicious. This time, however, it didn’t do much. It felt like it vaguely complimented the acid, but I didn’t get any direct effects from it. Mitch rolled a massive joint as well and had some of that but I can’t stand the taste of smoking cannabis anymore so I declined.

Around 9pm we agreed to get a pizza, even though I wasn’t really hungry. We called up and placed an order for delivery. I handled it pretty well. I was pretty sober by this point. There was still a bit of a glow to everything but apart from that my senses were back to something similar to normal. The delivery guy came and he whinged a lot. I said “have a good weekend” and he just replied “working” in such a defeatist tone. Fuck him! I thought. I had about 4 slices before being absolutely full.

We both wanted to prolong our trip for as long as possible so we decided to watch a science documentary to fuel our curiosity and hopefully to spark our imaginations again. We decided on “The Elegant Universe”, which is a 3 part, 3 hour series about String Theory. Not quite what we were hoping but we weren’t going to sleep anytime soon so we soldiered on. Toward the end of the third part my laptop started dying so we moved into bed to charge it.

By now we were both completely sober (1am ish), and I tried to sleep while Mitch watched a few episodes of Family Guy. Didn’t really get to sleep for another hour as I had a headache which bothered me. I don’t think it was from the acid because as I said at the start it’s supposedly very clean, Mitch never got a headache, and I’d had little water and a lot of sugar today, which couldn’t have helped things. Plus I always seem to get headaches after going to the beach. The headache wasn’t too bad but I’m pretty sure the remnants of the trip were keeping me up, finally getting to sleep somewhere after 2am.

I woke up with a splitting headache; it had gotten worse. Not blaming the acid at all but definitely a shit way to wake up. I was also somewhat underwhelmed with the aftermath. I thought I’d feel greatly different, but I didn’t. It was much like the morning after losing my virginity, really! We reminisced on the front porch for a while before cleaning up the house and heading home.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 104856
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 22
Published: Feb 22, 2025	Views: 28
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