DOSE:

300 ug

sublingual

LSD

(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

147 lb

I've dipped into a few substances before, but I always steered clear of the synthetic stuff. LSD, though, in my mind, doesn’t even count as a “hard” one. Back in December 2019, I took a trip to Goa with my friends and popped a 100ug tab of LSD. It was a mild and pretty damn pleasant ride, but I couldn't shake the thought: What if I cranked it up a notch?

Then, on January 31st, 2025, the universe gave me my second shot at the mystery chemical. The plan was to trip with a buddy, but life got in the way, and suddenly, it was just me, alone in my little hostel room, craving more. I expected to get my hands on 200ug tabs, but fate had other plans: 300ug tabs. I thought, “Well, let’s take it slow. I’ll try half, see where it takes me, and if it’s chill, I’ll pop the other half.”

Now, my hostel room was my sanctuary. It was small, a little claustrophobic, but the lobby behind my room opened up to a wild patch of overgrown vegetation. Nature’s chaos was just outside the window, and the walls of my room were splattered with my own sketches and cryptic scribbles. It felt like the perfect place to disappear.

At 9pm, I had a quick dinner, then at 11:20pm, I dropped half of that 300ug tab onto my tongue. The taste? I couldn't place it. Bitter, metallic, something I couldn't pin down. But whatever it was, I could feel it buzzing inside me, like something was about to unravel. I waited. Ten minutes passed, and I thought, “Screw it, let’s drop the rest.” So, I did. No turning back now.

11:20pm–11:30pm: The tab had an eye drawn on it; an eye that stared back at me, waiting for me to blink. The first stirrings of the trip were creeping in, faint ripples at the edge of my consciousness. My tongue tingled, my teeth felt cold, like they were made of ice. I scrolled mindlessly through my photo gallery, and as I did, it happened. I caught myself thinking, The train has left the station. And sure enough, the pictures started to bend, faces in the photos melted and moved like liquid, the world beginning to warp in slow motion.

12:00am: By midnight, the first waves were crashing in. My body felt like it was vibrating, like every cell in me was shaking, trying to keep up with the universe. My chest trembled, and I needed to put on a jacket, even though my room felt like it was turning into a freezer. I kept flipping through the gallery, and something caught my eye: a photo of a flower, Sweet Sultan. This flower wasn’t just a flower; it was alive. The center of it unfurled like tentacles, slowly, gently, wriggling as if they were reaching for me, pulling me deeper into the screen. I zoomed in, pulled back, zoomed in again. The tentacles were no longer flat; they were there. Like they were coming out of the screen to touch me. And then it hit: The room was breathing. My walls, the floor, even the air around me, breathed in time with me. I was part of everything, and everything was part of me.

I went to the bathroom. The mirror wasn’t a mirror anymore. My eyes were black holes, massive and dilated, pulling in all the colors around me. I thought, colors of life. We mix pigments to create new ones, and that’s what we are, just pigments swirling together, creating new shades, new realities. We are all mixing, melting, evolving. I am the pigment of this moment.

1:00am: My mind wandered back to the gallery. I found another photo of the Sweet Sultan, but this time, it wasn’t just the flower. It was me. I was zooming into the flower like it was my own heartbeat, like each petal was a part of my soul. I felt the room liquefy around me, walls dripping like melted wax. Everything melted, twisted, and reformed. I ran my hands along the walls, and they felt like waves. I couldn’t escape it, nor did I want to.

2:00am: The noise. It started out small, a distant hum, but soon it swelled into a cacophony, a chaotic sound that felt like the universe was unraveling. I cranked up some music, and as soon as the first notes hit, it was like the sound was weaving its way into the visuals around me. The music wasn’t just something I heard; it was something I became. Every beat, every note flowed through me, shifting the patterns in the room, making them pulse and shift in time with the rhythm. I couldn’t stop smiling. It was like someone had glued this smile to my face, and I was helpless to stop it. I danced. No, I didn’t dance, I became the dance.

3:00am: The balcony. The outside world was calling me. I opened the door, and what I saw was, unsettling. The trees outside weren’t trees; they were twisted, ghostly figures, their limbs writhing in the dim light like ancient, cursed spirits. They looked like they wanted to pull me in, drag me into the void. The overwhelming energy of it sent shivers down my spine. I shut the door quickly, but the air inside felt charged, as if the entire universe was holding its breath.

3:30am: Thirst hit me, but there was no water in the room. I grabbed my bottle and ventured outside. As I walked through the hostel, the walls weren’t walls anymore. They were rivers. Rivers of paint, flowing and swirling in slow-motion, and each step I took disturbed the swirling currents beneath my feet. My mind kept checking to make sure it wasn’t water, but I knew it wasn’t. It was something else. Something I couldn’t explain.

4:30am: Back in my bed, the ceiling fan became my new obsession. The blades blurred into mesmerizing patterns, like a visual illusion that refused to stay still. Every time I breathed, they shifted, the dust on the blades catching light, forming strange, intricate designs that felt like they were breathing, too. I tried to sleep, but every position felt wrong, like the universe was laughing at me. I tossed, I turned, I gave up. But somehow, I drifted into sleep with my eyes closed, and my body became weightless, floating in a sea of tranquility.

5:13am: I woke up, disoriented. A dream lingered in my mind, something about begging strangers to protect my kids (which, for the record, I don't have). I tried to shake it off, but sleep was a distant memory now. I tossed and turned again, falling back into unconsciousness, the lines between dream and reality blurring in ways I couldn’t untangle.

6:28am: Another dream, and this one was weirder. I wasn’t me, I was puppies. My body was made of them, and they kept emerging from me, running wild in all directions. It was like the entire world had turned into a chaotic, puppy-filled dreamscape.

8:00am: I woke up to my alarm, and somehow, everything was normal. Or as normal as it could be after what felt like a lifetime of tripping. I was at my desk by 10:30am, my mind buzzing, my body floating in the afterglow of a journey that had taken me beyond myself.

It was PURE BLISS. The intensity was so beautiful, so overwhelming, that I can't wait to try it again. This time, maybe in daylight, under the sun, surrounded by clouds, trees, and real colors. And who knows? Maybe next time, I’ll take it even higher: 500ug. Let’s see what happens when I push the limits of my perception even further.

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 118709
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 29
Published: Apr 20, 2025	Views: 15
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