DOSE: T+ 0:00		oral	Alcohol
T+ 0:00	1/2 hit	sublingual	1P-LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 0:30	1/2 hit	sublingual	1P-LSD	(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

70 kg

This is a report about my first ever bad trip that I was lucky enough to dig myself out of before the fear fully would take me under (to which it briefly did).

This goes back to my rave days at university, where I had metamorphosed from a wanna "Jersey Shore" 89kg lad, to a 69kg "Mckenna" hippy. I had, once entering the Drum n Bass scene, and meeting new friends quickly took to experimenting with drugs and over the next 2 years I had tried everything from 2CB, DMT, MDMA, Ketamine you name it. But LSD I was yet to try.

One summer I went to a festival in North Wales. Magical, everything I had ever dreamed, a first festival to slam as many drugs as possible with news friends. I finally took LSD, 1 tiny little tab with a fly agaric mushroom on it. What followed was a beautiful trip. I felt my true inner child, laughing at everything; with laughter that hurt my core. I felt immense joy, I was talkative and adventurous and what not, accompanied with nice flowing visuals, amazing colours. What I had imagined LSD was. I was told the dose was around 110ug.

Fast forward a year and the biggest party of the year in this tiny small welsh town. A 6 staged, 1500 people fuelled rave of Tek, DNB, Bassline, Hip Hop, Psy Trance...all beautifully across the university halls, unions and the outside areas. Rife, absolutely rife with drugs, as it always has been...I COULDN'T WAIT

I had this wild idea, as it was legal at the time to acquire some 1P-LSD for the event, instead of the usual MDMA or 2CB which always served me best for a rave. I had it ordered and 2 days later it arrived, I had done some research and the dose was 100ug. SO I thought this is going to be slightly weaker than my mild LSD trip at the festival before...BOY WAS I WRONG.

None of my friends wanted to take it (great choices), but I thought hell why not. We get to the venue and start our night dancing and raving, I had a beer or two and waited for my favourite artist at the time "Dub Fx", I was precarious about the 1P so I decided prior to split the tab in two and just be safe. Half tab sublingual, 30 mins later...everything fine, no allergy response, took the other half and watched Dub Fx.

Nearing the end of his set I felt some slight belly cramps and thought to relieve myself in the bathroom for a good old dump, I felt butterflies and thought great its kicking in finally after an hour whilst my friends were all gurning and loving each other on MDMA. As I pushed past the crowds and got to the toilet, I felt synergy course through my veins, but a lot stronger than my trip at the previous festival.
AND this is where the Bad begins.

I sat shitting, as my bowels were cramping quite hard, I accepted it as just the comeup cramps on some serotonergic drugs. But as I looked upon the graffitied toilet door, immense beautiful floral patterns began breathing and morphing. I was taken back quite shockingly as my previous 110ug trip didnt even get to this point the whole trip, and here I am an hour deep and past that already visually.

I was scared first time in my whole drug experience as I did not expect this at all. I flushed my shit, opened the morphing door and washed my hands, I told myself not to look in the mirror, "Dont do it man, or your gonna see some wildness". I did, and my face began melt slowly in amazing colour, I laughed and thought "Fuck me, I'm wasted already", but a small gnawing panic began to fester and my hear rate increased as I went back outside.

Now things get a little muddled up with memory in the order, but I was describe the cascade of how intense this 1P got, with mini-stories in "kind of" chronological order.

1. 2 hours + In : Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep
My body felt like electric static, I kept getting strange bodily sensations, like little zaps and tremors that came about. All this accompanied with goosebumps which felt more dysphoric then anything, the beautiful loving come up of the LSD from before seemed a distant memory. My friends were all so care free and lovey on MDMA, skanking to Drum and Bass, and I was there beginning to freak out and thinking, "Why did I take this at a rave". The visuals were intensifying, and everything appeared to move as if aflame.

2. 3-4hours in : We Cant Stay Here, this is bat country
I felt completely lost, my body appeared to be reacting to something, I still dont know what as it appeared to be just one standard dose, but my mind played tricks on me, I thought I was have a bad reaction enough so I consider going to the small ambulance parked up outside the rave (Waiting for any lost soul of his chops needing medical assistance). I went outside with some of my concerned friends, trying to breathe in the cold fresh air and have a cigaratte to calm me down. But outside in the dark, the whole floor was transforming and breathing (something I love on Shrooms and DMT), but this had a feeling of dread accompanied with I. I was not happy, and also some friends had arrived and I felt so embarassed, I was known as the DMT Trippy guy, I never had a bad trip in years of psychedelics, but this....this was a bad trip and I tried to stay composed, but the sounds around me were whirring together and understanding speech while someones face triangulated into blocky shapes and colour, was difficult. I knew I couldnt stay in this night time bat country too long, so I finished my cig and went back in with friends but tried to go off on my own a bit to not drag everyone down.

3. 4hour + - Lizard People
It Never seemed to lose momentum, always it got more intense and it was beginning to get exhausting with all this negative energy, uncomfortable body high and visual overload. Plus this is a large rave, in between stages was crowds no easy just walking through, so every time I squeezed past or waited impatiently to move to another stage, I saw the reptilians. Each person who passed me had a strange sheen to their skin, almost reflective scale like, and their eyes had a green and purple hue that warped the longer I held contact. Their pupils enlarged like anime and it became very uncanny, I thought, "You've done it this time man, you cant handle this". Not a great mantra to tell yourself on a bad trip. I could hear people who were clearly on MDMA, with their lips and tongues sloshing, teeth grinding.

4. 4-6 hours - Halo
I constantly tried to move around, dance (at no avail) and get myself out this funk, I was dam sure I wasnt going to walk 3 km at 2am down a massive hill to my flat on my own, and I was not going to get an ambulance.

The DNB was too agressive and wasnt fulfilling the 1P's needs, so I managed to catch a set at the Skarumba Stage (A massive 10m wide, 2mwide Dub sound system), which had incredible lighting, blankets hanging down, felt as if in a Haram. The bass was incredible and it shook all my frequencies right, my skin still felt super strange, I was very clammy and just felt pins and needles lightly on the surface. Then some dreadlock "Wook" came up to me trying to strike a conversation, she looked very odd, very crusty anyway but I tried to listen and couldnt understand a word over the sound of the Dub Reggae pounding my soul. She then grabbed with her hand some stuff out of a pocket, held her palm to my face and blew what was 100s of pieces of sparkling glitter into my eyes nose mouth. It was such a horrible sensation I immediately left, I felt as if I could see literal glitter among the churning disorientating visuals. I latched on to my friend and he saw I was in a lot of stress. He said we should go to the Dubtendo room where they have a plethora of old tvs, projectors with nintendos, xboxs etc.

As I walked with him outside, the cold air hit me, but actually soothed me slightly, but the panic just wouldnt stop, my heart rate was constantly elevated I never relaxed. We descended the stairs, that appeared to not go down but flat across a plain (even though was at least 5m of stairwell). We entered the gaming lounge, with some light music, but it was way too quiet in here, the tinnitus from the rave was deafening in the quietish room. We found a small TV and Halo was in. I tried to play but my peripherals were immense, everything there was distorted, shifting and if someone enter the peripheral vision or even my friend, I swear I could hear their shape and even made up a conversation happening in that space while my eyes focused on a tiny screen playing splitscreen halo. The hallucinations focused upon the small screen, and Masterchief was octagonal the whole world in Halo was morphing and interchanging with incredible patterns, I was so impressed I was transfixed. My friend then suddenly asked me, "Are you okay Con?" When I looked at him, his face was so strange it startled me enough that I couldnt answer. His face was very large anyway, pale, ginger hair, very intimidating face anyway. The little light brightened his skin to a ghostly complexion, his eyes had octopus eyes, his teeth shifted and his cephalopod eyes begin vibrating and it shifted upwards creating a mirror image of 2 other sets, (Like the Shpongle humanoid on the album, or alex grey). I went back to Halo, shocked with how vivid these hallucinations were, even when I looked back the 6 eyes were still there, I couldnt believe it.

5. Bear Hugs
A girl I knew, kind of fancied, was there and she saw me in peak state, I was worried, sweating, and just sat outside a lot watching the buildings catch fire in fractals and as people passed me they trailed an ether behind them, that made it hard to focus. She came from behind trying to surprise me and hugged me. It instantly felt like some bear with claws grabbed me, and was hugging me into stupor. Her voice appeared very loud and I looked overshoulder to her, just to see a mess of visuals distorting her face. I tried to play it off, but anyone would be able to tell by my appearance, things were not well.

6. 6 Hours - Plateau
Finally, it felt as if things had stabilized to stay as they were, it wasnt pleasant and it had felt a lot longer than 6 hours, but I felt I wanted to go back to the Skarumba stage. I watched a set by some old Dub legends, and as he was singing in the booth and the fat WOB WOB thundered, my vision tunnels to him as he was bathed in interchanging strobe lights, he waved a cane in the year as his voice was super strange and wobbly, it was really fun and the beat of Dub really helped me focus. I stayed here the remainder of the night, I rarely saw any friends, some odd person back and forth and told them I took this 1P blah blah, but things looked up. I concentrated on breathing, drank water which as I drank my vision was sucked down into the cup and when I pulled the cup away from my face it appeared really small, my depth was out of whack.
Since, I have always loved dub reggae, it really saved me

7. I walked home with a friend I met who had also taken a psychedelic, just standard LSD. Was a beautiful journey, the air was lovely and crisp, the floor was full of cogs and drills as we walked at quite a speed through town. The visuals had calmed enough for me to take notice in things, not be discombobulated.

We arrived at the "After party", which was the house of those who didnt go to the rave and were smoking weed and watching UFC. We looked quite messy, but our mates welcomed us in but I could feel they knew, that we knew, we were fucked. As I watched a fight of UFC, the fighters I think it was Mark Hunt Vs Steffan Struve, were all bonky and fighting on fractals that changed everytime I blinked, their faces had sunken skulls and it was so weird, but no panic.

SO Thats my story, I have no idea why it was strong for me. Had I by accident taken 2 tabs? Was I just very sensitive to the 1P? By a long shot it felt 3-4 times stronger than the clean nice LSD I had gotten before which was 110ug. This 1P was 100ug? So who knows, but only took LSD once since this time, and the irony was it wasnt even LSD and was DOB. That experience shaped the way I took psychedelics after (except DMT, never ever had any problems from the 200+ times I had experienced it).

Be careful with psychs, you never know your reaction to new research chemicals.

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 119124
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: May 9, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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