DOSE:

400 ug

sublingual

LSD

(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

185 lb

A couple buddies and I were going to a festival and we decided to drop acid. My two friends took 300mcg and I took 400mcg. I read online that it was a good idea to not hold back on the amount of acid you take at a festival, by someone very convincing, most likely a more experienced tripper than myself. I had taken acid on 6 occasions before at 100, 100, 200, 200, 300, 300 mcg doses in chronological order, my other buddies had tried it once or twice before. We had not intended on coming up in the line of the festival, as that is very nerve-wracking, but on the way to the festival we asked the cab driver if there was a long lineup to get in, to which he replied “there was no line”. Upon hearing this news, we proceeded to put the tabs under our tongues. When we arrived at the festival, there was a lineup that turned out to be about an hour long wait to get in.

When we were nearing the bag check, my one buddy D was feeling overstimulated, and was having a hard time talking to strangers, as was I. It is difficult to hold a conversation with someone when their face is beginning to look creepy and sort of melting. Anyways, apparently his visuals weren’t actually kicking in at the time he was feeling overstimulated, but mine were, and what happened next might have defined the reason for the next hour or so of my trip. D suddenly fainted right in the middle of a conversation with a stranger. He fell forward into the group. At the time, I thought he was “goin in” and was gonna do some sort of weird dance move. Luckily he was caught by someone, and he awoke very quickly. He realized what had happened, and said “Im ok, I’m ok, sorry guys” and right as he finished his sentence, he fainted again. This time he was out for about 25 very long seconds. I was shouting his name, and slapping his face to try and wake him up, I started looking around for some sort of medic, or at least water, as it was very hot, something to help the situation. Finally D woke up, and we took him out of the line and sat him on a nearby rock. We sat there for a while, trying to gauge if he would be able to make it past security, and hopefully make a comeback from this bad beginning to our trip. He did not look too good, but he later said that he did not want to ruin it for us, so he wanted to try anyways. This time, we walked past the entire line, right up to the security and bag checkers, and tried to get him into the festival as quickly as possible. This was very stressful, as we thought he might faint right in front of security. Finally we got into the festival, and went to the nearest water station.

We met up with a bunch of our friends who were just rolling and doing other drugs. I started to feel like I had to go to the washroom to take a piss, partly to get away from all of the people I was having a difficult time talking to and mentioned it to D. He agreed that he needed to use the washroom as well, so we started looking around. I went up to on of my other friends, and tried to ask him where the washroom was, but started laughing uncontrollably. For some reason, the fact that I was not able to find the washroom on my own was hilarious to me, so I tried about four times to ask the question but was interrupted by my own uncontrollable urge to laugh. Finally D and I decided to go look for the portapotties on our own. On to way to the portapotties, I began to feel like I was almost too high to be at a rave, but I figured I would get used to the environment and be fine. Everyone that was rushing past me looked very ugly and scary, and all of their features very distinguished, such as pimples, and wrinkles. By the time we made it to the portapotties, I was a bit higher than when we started walking. When I got into the portapotty, the room was melting, and everything was very humid, thus soggy, and the room was wavy as fuck so I did my business and got out of there, not to mention it was disgusting. I walked out and waited for D, who returned quickly and agreed the washroom was an “experience” to say the least. D’s visuals had begun right before he walked into the washroom, whereas my visuals had started about 20 minutes prior.

I kept getting higher and higher as the minutes went by, I had so much energy, that even dancing or jumping could not relieve my rush of energy, to the point where I felt I now really had to leave the festival. It started to rain, there was a severe thunderstorm warning and lightning, so the DJ shut the music off, which now made it impossible to direct my trip to a positive one at the time. I took the opportunity to tell my friends I had to leave. My buddy M was already having an extremely difficult time dealing with his trip, sitting on the ground and looking scared for his life. I tried to convince him to leave with D and I, but the festival would usually allow no re-entry once you left the festival, so he decided to stay, and tried very hard to convince me to stay as well. I had always been very good at handling my drugs, so they tried to convince me to stay by manipulation, assuring me of that. I tried for about 3 seconds, but I had an intense feeling that I needed to be at the hotel room, and I thought that I might faint at any moment. M was with his girlfriend, who was just rolling, so I felt bad about leaving, but I trusted she could take care of him as I could not stay. After a very dramatic moment of M yelling as I walked away “YOU DON’T HAVE TO LEAVE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS”, we began to look for an exit.

I saw a sign that said emergency exit, and we walked toward the sign, seemed easy enough. When we go to the emergency exit, it did not occur to me that they would not consider my case an emergency. I tried to get the guy to cut the zip tie holding the gate closed and let me out, saying I really did not feel well, but he would not comply, and directed me to the general exit. There were tons of people rushing around looking for shelter as the storm was coming fast, which made it very difficult to navigate the festival in my state. D was trying his best to help me out of the festival, but he was also very high and was having difficulty. We went to 3 emergency exits trying to convince the security to let us leave, and visited the same one twice, we were unknowingly walking in circles. I was holding on to D’s backpack as we walked, as I did not feel I would be able to find him again if I took my eyes off of him for 5 seconds. When we finally found the general exit, I acted as sober as possible, as there were police guarding the exit. We got out of the festival, and there was a slight sigh of relief, but I still felt like I had to get back to the hotel.

We tried to call for a cab, but there was a 15 minute wait to talk to the cab service, so we quickly gave up on that and began walking, it was about a 30 minute walk back to the hotel, although I didn’t even feel like I would be able to walk that far, I decided it was better to make progress. There were also hundreds of people trying to catch cabs outside the festival as the storm clouds were looking quite violent. We found a bridge underpass, which did not look like it had a pedestrian sidewalk at all, just a hectic freeway. We contemplated walking towards it, as it seemed dangerous, but went anyways. When we got to the bridge, it clearly had a large pedestrian sidewalk, which was sort of funny based on how frightened we were. D suggested that we tried to hail a cab, and mid sentence put out his arm, and a cab pulled up by the time he finished putting out his arm, which was miraculous and a huge relief. As soon as we got in the cab and drove to the other side of the underpass, unsheltered, it was hailing golf ball sized hail violently (not an exaggeration). The cab driver was talking on his bluetooth, and seemed very distracted while driving in the hectic conditions. I saw a car come within 5 inches of hitting another vehicle, and was convinced that we were going to get into an accident today. D kept telling the cab driver to pay attention, where all I could do was stare at my lap and accept whatever was going to happen. Luckily we made it back to the hotel.

Now, before, when we were leaving to go to the festival before our acid trip, I tried to get a new hotel key card, as we lost ours that day, and after waiting 10 minutes in line, M gave up and said let's just go to the festival. When we pulled up to the hotel, I realized that I did not have a key card and I began to think of the possibility of us not being able to get a new key card. D apparently knew about this the entire way home, and didn’t want to scare me with the news. Nicely enough, we obtained a key card very quickly and that fear was quickly relieved. So now I just had to get to the hotel room. We raced down the hall walking very quickly to the stair well, and walked up the stairs to the 4th floor, where a bird was flying around the stair well. It seemed like the most hectic thing to add to the experience. We just kept walking and opened the hotel room door, and I walked up to the bed and played down. I finally felt relief. D layed on the floor, and I began to feel even higher than I was feeling at the festival. The difference between 200 and 300mcg was about 2x, but the difference between 300 and 400mcg felt like 20x. The highest moments of a trip on 300mcg were present tenfold at all times, with twentyfold peaks during 400mcg.

I began to feel like everything in life was so perfect, and everything that happened, happened for a reason and I was realizing the reason for everything. I kept trying to explain to D how perfect everything was, however he was good to say “no I don’t understand, but alright”. Other than this, when D and I were talking, it felt as if everything we said to each other was in sync, and our minds were connected. I began to lose my mind in a very oddly satisfying way. As I lost my mind, I felt my IQ went up beyond genius levels, and I felt like everything I said and did was so witty and profound. I would make a mind blowing, amazing realization, and shortly after make a very terrifying realization, and quickly get distracted by how intense my visuals were. I was throwing pillows around, and throwing water bottles and lighters at the roof, enjoying myself intensely while D just watched me “lose my mind”. I lay there looking at the roof, everything had a very psychedelic tinge to it, shapes and red, green and yellow colours were blended into every object. I could not believe that one could even be this high while still being conscious and coherent.

After about an hour, M showed up at the hotel room in tears, terrified for his life. He was having an awful trip, and just wanted to see our friend My who was staying at the same hotel. I felt like I had a good enough idea of his emotions to be able to turn his trip around. I yelled things like, “tonight is gonna be so sick, we're gonna go out and have so much fun”, trying to direct his attention from his current state and make him realize that it was going to eventually be over. I yelled, “M is gonna get better soon, just watch”, thinking I could change his mind from feeling terrified if I sent him some of my vibes because I was having an incredibly good trip. He looked like he would get better for about 5 seconds, and then would immediately go back to feeling scared. After a while, M and a group of about 6 people showed up at our hotel. I was still losing my mind, and was almost too far gone to be affected or even notice the bad vibes in the room, of people trying to console M as he was tearing up, fearing that he would never be normal again. M said that he had no way of knowing if he had fainted at the rave and was just experiencing a time dilated trip of what was not actually happening, and feared that he might wake up at the rave or worse a hospital.

I paced around the room, and could not make eye contact with anyone. When I was talking to someone, I would hold up an object like my hat or a pillow over their eyes. At one point, M felt confident enough in himself, and had a moment of reality and control when he swatted the pillow out of my hand, I jumped away and scurried to find another object to cover my face from making eye contact. I remember walking around, going in the bathroom, turning the lights on and off yelling “Its good! Oh no its so bad!’ The only thing that made me feel normal was the fact that it wasn’t going to be like this indefinitely, although, when I was at the peak of going “mad” I felt like I would accept having that mainframe forever. I finally brought myself to lay on the bed. I yelled, “hey M!” and when I caught his attention, I would yell “F*** you!”, trying to make him laugh and began laughing hysterically at my insanity, and fell off of the bed holding a sheet to cover myself. My girlfriend J grabbed the sheet, I felt as if she was trying to take away my only sense of security and comfort, and tugged on the sheet yelling “nooo!”, and they all laughed at me, so I hurried to the window, and covered myself with the curtain. When I came out from the window, everyone was filming my insanity, and I went to the bed and sat in the corner trying to calm myself down.

The last thing I remember from the peak of my trip was saying goodbye to everyone who came to the hotel, I guess they went back to the festival, as they were letting people re-enter due to the severe thunderstorm being over. I was sitting on the bed, not sure when I got there and if I had been quiet for a while or not, but I started to come back to reality, and began remembering that the people around me were people that I knew very well, and there is a moment that I now cannot grasp the feeling at the time, where I clicked back into relative sobriety. I was not completely sure where I was, or if anything was real at this point, I might have forgotten for a while what drug I took, or if I took any drug, and this was how life was. I stood up from the bed, and asked “Where did everyone go?” M and his girlfriend were saying, “Are you okay now? Everyone is going to come back to the room”. I wasn’t sure when they were coming back into the room, but I felt like time was moving extremely slow, and they were standing outside the room, and seconds to them were minutes to me. I started to regain myself, and the LSD high had dropped dramatically. I had now entered the reflective stage of the LSD trip. At the moment where I came back to reality, I must have experienced the drop at about 5 hours on the LSD duration chart.

D and I left the hotel room to go for a cigarette, and the trip gradually ended from that point. D and I finally had a normal conversation, which D said was the moment that he noticed that I came back to normality.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109042
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 24
Published: Aug 12, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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