DOSE:

900-1100 ug

oral

LSD

(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

200 lb

Background: My friends and parents have always described me as someone who is very intelligent and wise for my age. That being said, since freshman year in high school, I have been experimenting with drugs. First cannabis, then NBOMEs, then after I tried LSD, I was absolutely astonished at the effects these things had. Since then, I have at least tried (If not taken heroic doses) of Mushrooms, Mescaline, DMT, Ayahuasca, LSD, MDMA, MDA, Cocaine, Meth, and some other RCs.

December 2016, I bought about 500 tabs, the largest amount of LSD I had ever seen and was so overjoyed that I decided to finally take the dose I had been working up to for a long time. Each tab should have been about 90-110ug, and were brand new blotters (So little to no degradation had happened). I took 7 initially, 3 after 2 hours. (Sidenote: After Writing this far, I'm having vivid flashbacks). After 15 minutes of the first 7, I started to come up. It was the most intense I had ever experienced. After 45, I was tripping balls, but I was having fun with my friends (Some of which were tripping, but much less than I)

About 3 hours in, I asked if I could take a dab since it was going so well. I was allowed to, and it was absolutely excruciating to my lungs. I have a very weak stomach, and it isn't uncommon for me to puke if I dab too hard and start coughing. LSD on its own can make me puke on a bad day, so I wasn't too shaken up from a little vomit. Once the cannabis had started to take effect, things started going downhill. The fact that I was tired from the wax and super alert from the crazy amount of L really fucked with me, and when I tried to lay down, sleep became so foreign that I mistook being sleepy but having my heart and mind racing for me having took NBOMe and I was having an adverse reaction and dying (Even though I tested it under UV and a reagent test).

This is where my memory starts to be corrupted and I'm less clear about: 1. The timeline of these events in general, I seemed to experience everything out of order as it happened, which is hard to wrap my head around now and 2. What I was really saying or doing; most of what my friends said i remember happening differently. That being said:

I sat up, thinking I was literally dying and wanted nothing more than to call an ambulance. The way I tried to convey this to my friends was by saying 'I'm not OK'. They said 'Yes you are, Joseph' and tried to talk me down, however as I reached my peak, I went into a kind of dream-like state. Kind of how I was watching what is happening but wasn't really in control. I did that a few more times, but after being calmed down. I would sit down and get myself riled up again, each time being more intense and scary than the last until I was jumping up and down and screaming 'I'm not okay! I'm not okay!' Not listening to my friends. Now, they live in a condo and the walls are pretty thin. Since there was all kinds of alcohol and drugs in the house, they didn't want the neighbors calling the cops so they brought me into the basement. This is where I fully lost control and this is where I spent an eternity in hell-fire and damnation.

As they decided to take me downstairs, I became paranoid and thought that my friends were not calling the ambulance because they didn't want to get in trouble and instead were going to try and hide my body. They took me down the half flight that led to the door, and I tried to open it and run (Thank God! that it happened to be locked. I had my keys in my pocket and would have actually killed myself driving my car. This was mid December where in North Dakota, all of the roads are pure ice). They grabbed me, I fell trying to get away, and at this point I was lifeless. This is where I start to actually hallucinate things that aren't there being there. I saw blood running down my arm and felt the life draining out of me. They got me down stairs by dragging what I thought was my lifeless body. The moment we were down in the room, i realized that I wasn't (at least, completely) dead and fought for what I thought was my life.

Unknown to me at the time, it was the start of a sort of loop where I experienced very similar things happening over and over. I fought with every bit of strength I had against 3 or 4 people. I remember hitting my best friend in the face as hard as I could with a right hook followed by a left hook, like everything had gone in slow motion. I was angrier than I had ever been at my friends for betraying me, I swung at everyone and screamed at the top of my lungs. Now, I'm a 6'4 210 pound guy who is probably the strongest as far as brute strength goes among my friends and I have no idea how they kept me at bay. At one point they hit me and I fell to my knees, only to punch someone in the dick as hard as I could (Hey, I was tripping and thought I was being killed).

Now from what I remember, when they finally got me down and since I was screaming really, really loud, they put my face into a pillow. This. Freaked. Me. Out. At that point, I was gone. Joseph was dead, and I was watching everything from the perspective of me being there, but not really 'there'. At some point, I broke free and got up, and saw everyone as some kind of swat team. I thought they called the police and they were here to kill me.

I fought hard again, but at some point I fell and hit my head pretty hard. Everything went black. I was dead. I talked to god. Asked why this had all happened. He said I had been living a lie. That I chose the wrong path (I'm an outspoken atheist). He said that because I lived incorrectly, I was going to hell. My entire life flashed in front of me. It took less than a second but Everything was so slowed down and clear. Then I woke up. My friends were now not a SWAT team but were literal, terrifying demons. This was the scariest point of my life that I can remember. I was in a literal hell, getting the shit beaten out of me by actual demonic presences (They were mostly just holding me down). This went on for an eternity. It wasn't actually obviously; but for the rest of my peak, it was nothing but utter torment.

As my peak started wearing off, I gradually started regaining my sense of self and where I was. I remember a distinct moment where everything came back to me and I became Joseph again. I didn't remember any of what had happened earlier. None at all. For me, I just blacked out and realized it was a much later time. I was still scared of my friend who was down there with me although I didn't know why, arms up ready to fight should I need to. I didn't realize he had marks all over his face until the next day. In fact, I didn't know anything had happened all day and I had no idea why everyone was acting so weird around me all night. My come down lasted until I finally went to sleep the night after my trip. The afterglow lasted 24 hours after that. I had no mental scarring, just vivid flashbacks that happened from time to time, getting less frequent. Now I only get them if I really dig deep and try to remember the trip.

Post script: I didn't know how much I loved this group of people until the day after when we were getting food and they talked about it and I started to actually remember what happened. The person that I put a right and left hook into their face had insane bruises all over, and was not even mad at me. I don't know to this day how they didn't call the police. Not only was I trying to kill them, but I was doing some real damage to them and their property. They don't even want me to pay for the holes in the walls. This trip made me learn how many people are around me that truly care about me and won't let me down.

Thanks for reading.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 110105
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: May 15, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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