Citation: -P-. "Mishap meets Mayhem: An Experience with LSD & Cannabis (exp66662)". Erowid.org. Nov 8, 2017. erowid.org/exp/66662
Some authors report suspicions that their cannabis has been 'laced' (adulterated), in some cases, presumably with PCP. While this is possible, readers should be aware that idiosyncratic response to the effects of cannabis (usually higher doses) can lead some users to presume their cannabis has been 'laced'. There is no way to know if the cannabis in the report below was adulterated or not. Reports of plant material and cannabis laced with powerful synthetic cannabinoids and other psychoactive substances became more common starting in 2007.]
I had met a beautiful boy at a music festival show. We hit it off via body language and knew we could possibly hang out, considering we both felt mysterious and appeared alone in a very massive crowd. An experienced LSD user, I am, this was his first time trying it. After the show, we walked along, finally speaking to each other and agreed to stick around as buddies the remainder of that night. I would tripsit while looking for wares with him, possibly finding us more.
After a good hour of hanging out and walking around, we finally found my dosage with a confused man on the field. I bought two, having been conned several times prior, and ate those. After walking around indecisively some more, waiting for things to kick in, he saw a show he looked interested in to which we made our way over to. Standing at the back, watching glowsticks and beachballs etc fly around, I heard him say 'wow, I wish we were closer!' I said 'why can't we be?' and we began to make our way through the packed crowd and dust.
After 20 minutes of being near the stage and dancing, I saw two men with camelbacks on who we made small talk with between song pauses. Eventually, the dust got the better of us and I inquired some water from the man's pack next to me. He cheerfully gave both of us a sip and went back to dancing wildly. As soon as I swallowed the water and watched my friend swallow his, I realized how metallic it tasted. I thought for a second that maybe it was the dust sludge making its way down my throat, but then it hit me- the water was heavily laced with something. In this case, it was more acid, which we were already on and I was not afraid of. After a while longer, keeping calm and getting into the music with my new friend, the men in front of us handed us a bowl between songs. I gladly obliged, as weed would calm me down, I thought. We each took two rips off the bowl and went back to talking with the other guys and each other.
The music began and I started dancing. After about five minutes, I took a pause and looked around. The air looked very cloudy and I realized that the dust was beginning to get the better of me. Then, after looking upwards at the rafters above the stage, I took notice that everything was beginning to shift back and forth with a silhouette of 9 after it. Everything seemed intense and I tugged at my friend, signalling to leave. The next half hour was spent in a disassociative daze, partially scared out of my wits and searching for water and partially trying to consistently calm my nerves and figure out what other substance I was on that was causing this. After a while, I noticed that my new friend was even more disassociated than I was and brought this to his attention. I asked him if he still knew that he was on acid and he managed to finally reply 'this feels different than earlier.' This confirmed it and we realized that even with a larger dose of LSD, this was not normal. I eventually managed to find drinks and figure out that the bowl passed to us earlier wasn't full of weed after all, but rather- PCP. One of the substances I always promised myself never to try.
For a good two hours, we tried our hardest to find our way out of the festival and back to our tents in what I could only consider to be 'movie trippy'. Voices distorted to slow-motion pitches and everything trailed pinks and purples. After a second or two of sitting under a tree, trying to figure out how not to go towards the direction of the brightest object in sights, a ferris wheel, but rather in the opposite direction of it, a very strung out man came right up to me. After a second or two of trying to figure out what he was asking me, I noticed that he was making a heaving motion, getting ready to puke right on me. His face looked monsterly and I completely realized that he was going to hurl and motioned him away from me, shocked at the fact that this substance impaired my ability so much that I would've let myself be puked on. This flared the trip for me and I went into 'bad trip mode'. I grabbed my friend by the hand and told him 'we need to GET OUT OF HERE.' he obliged, still out of it.
After explaining to a few security guards that I distinctly needed help finding my way out of there, one figured out how fucked up we were and explained very detailed on how to go out, making mention to -not- go towards the ferris wheel. I thanked him profusely and he let me do a straightshot through VIP rather than the half-hour+ it would've taken to go around it, to get back to my campsite. When we finally arrived, my friends I came to the festival with greeted us and we all conferred that it wouldn't have been as bad if I had the courtesy of at least knowing what I was on. Thankfully, I've read enough to know what effects were taking place and how to avoid something horrible from happening.
The rest of the night was more of an apology to my newfound friend than anything else. I persuaded him to not steer away from lsd in the future, assuring him that it was the pcp which made me into an unusually bad time, not the other kindly substance which we had both remembered to treat us so well in the beginning. He took my heed and departed and to this day, I realize that if ever given the chance to try pcp again, I wouldn't object considering I know its effects firsthand and find them only disagreeable when immersed in a completely unfamiliar experience, setting, and company.
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