DOSE:

1 hit

oral

LSD

(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

125 lb

At the time of the following experience, I was still living with my parents. Just literally the day before I had been busted for weed. They found everything; my fairly dank christmas bud, my old mersh 'backup' weed, and a bag or two of saved-up stems. And all of it was disposed of, as my parents have zero tolerance for anything drug or drug-related, pot certainly included. This wasn't the first time I'd been caught. Hell, I'd need a couple extra hands to count on my fingers each and every time my parents have busted me for cannabis. But what inevitably happened, of course, was that I was not to be allowed to go anywhere with friends out of the house, and the next day was New Year's Eve. I already had set up the deal to buy one hit of LSD from a friend later that day or that night, so I was going to get some acid no matter what. So late that night I snuck through my window and made the transaction, got back inside my room, and giddily stared at the taped-up bit of white paper I held in my hands. I had no idea what form or kind of LSD was held in that bit of paper, and expected it to be a blotter square or something, which it was not.

The next day on New Year's Eve I woke up, probably around 1:00 or so, and within an hour my parents and sister were all out of the house. My parents were going to be back in not even two hours, so I didn't want to test it and leave to chill with a friend, as I was nervous about getting caught. So I made the bold decision to 'go it alone.' I honestly had little to no anxiety concerning tripping in the house by myself, let alone tripping in the house with my parents home, as they would be for the majority of the experience. I guess I'm just really good at acting straight, and the few encounters I had with them I made sure they couldn't take a good look in my eyes as to not see my ridiculously dilated pupils.

So it was in this fairly carefree environment of thought that I dropped the hit at a little past 2pm on New Years Eve. Within a half an hour or so I could feel something coming on, that bit of energy, giddiness, and excitement, predicting the spectacle you know is about to happen soon. This sense of wonder increased. I was pretty much watching Mythbusters on TV for the first hour and a half or so, and it was entrancing, I tell you. Everything seemed to be funnier and more interesting. Not mushroom-giggling fit funny, but funnier nonetheless. It was then probably close to 4 when I got my first sense of what was truly to come. I saw my dog looking out the window as he is want to do, and suddenly noticed this plant that was right outside there. I stared at this leaf for no particular reason for at least a minute straight. I was completely entranced by this single leaf, how it looked, its colors, the hues of bright green and red somehow emerging on the same leaf, which is a rare sight.

A bit after I went back to my bedroom and started to listen to music, which sounded slightly better than usual. I was chilling to the first several tracks of Jimi Hendrix's 'South Saturn Delta' compilation album, and even played guitar along to it, which surprisingly didn't sound too bad in that increasingly altered state.

But the true core of the trip had not kicked in yet, and did so just after 4 or 4:30 when my parents got home and then proceeded to go out for a walk with the dog. I noticed that my two sliding closet doors, old drab brown-colored things with that rosewood type of design on them, had instantaneously transformed. What used to be mere scratches or bits of ripples in the hum-drum design, was now tribal, scratched-out markings. Graffiti-like, you might say, except as I said very 'tribal' in nature, ancient, like carvings on a prehistoric cave wall. The visual on the doors that stood out the most was seemingly that of a chair. Not a life-like, cartoonish picture of a chair, or an actual chair melded onto the door surface, but as if someone had etched the silhouette of an old rocking chair onto the door. An indescribable feeling of insanity, is the only way I can put it into words, seemed to make its way onto my mind. I looked at this chair and saw jaggedness, anger, schizophrenia, and other similarly dark qualities. It almost transformed in my mind into an electric chair of sorts, an instrument of torture.

Then a huge event happened. All of a sudden, my closet doors, normally on their little tracks that keep them in their place and allow them to roll horizontally in direction and whatnot, were being pulled, slowly but surely and realistically, back into nothingness. I saw as the darkness through the crack of the top of the doors seemed to fill with a magical smoke, as the doors caved into some sort of strange psychedelic quicksand of the mind. It all looked so real, yet it all clearly was cheesy and fake in nature. This was far from the most eye-opening or enlightening visual of the trip. That only happened when I started to avert my stunned gaze onto my ceiling. I noticed a kind of bump that inverted downwards, which was probably just a misplaced glob of paint or something, but all of a sudden it bubbled, as if a boiling pot of soup, and I noticed the strange happenings that were starting to occur rapidly on my ceiling.

In my house paint coat on the walls and ceilings have these strange, ugly blotchy little bits of 'matter,' basically just a neverending pattern of blotches, island-shaped objects that are kind of like clouds. I must've spent the bulk of the rest of the trip simply lying on my bed staring up at my ceiling, occasionally accompanied by music, watching these things. One of the most reoccurring motifs was this pattern of some sort of Aztec or Mayan origin (interestingly enough, I experienced very similar visuals when I tripped on mushrooms), and it was extremely complex, intricate and painstakingly detailed. And it was as if these things were already pre-planned to appear. As my eyes moved across the ceiling surface they would appear without fail similar to the effect of shining a flashlight on any surface or wall or whatnot in the dark, as the light, or in this case my vision, moves across the surface, what the surface holds unfolds play-by-play, so to speak. And this is what happened basically when I would do the same with my ceiling.

Perhaps the most memorable single part of the trip was listening to Tool's 'Third Eye' while gazing up at the patterns. As the song reached its intense climax (leading up to the 'prying open my third eye!' section), I watched as the blobs/ blotches on my ceiling moved in sync with the music, bleeding and melding this and that way, and it all looked so unbelievably real.

Then not too long after that I noticed the famed tracers. I watched in glee and disbelief as I moved my hand about and there was a half-second delay in my vision, creating of course the illusion of multiple hands moving about in kaleidoscopic psychedelic fashion. It seemed fitting, then, to listen to 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,' so I did, and scribbled about in my notebook random drawings and words during it. Some of them were just pure stream of consciousness nonsense jibberish, like, (sort of back-handedly describing the LSD experience), 'It's a fair in the middle not to down low but aint nice to the young'uns sort of affair' and similar collections of phrases and words that amounted to nothing in particular.

Probably around 5-6 hours after dosing I had the greatest peak and epiphany of the entire experience, and after this the trip slowly but surely began to descend unto the long comedown. It was when I was listening to the live version of 'Pushit' by Tool, I noticed the visuals on my ceiling were different. Instead of seeing the blotches and splotches as connecting into various intricate exotic mosaics and patterns, now I was focused on the empty spaces between the blotches, which looked like pathways, tiny little roads or ways of travel. Soon I saw something remarkable. Small, colorful dots were ebbing and flowing, moving their way about through these tubular pathways, from place to place. They were everywhere, unavoidable. And it all reminded me of some sort of computer-generated video of blood cells and those types of things.

At one point things got more interesting. Now these once novel simply dots of color were tiny tadpools. Sperm, moving about, indeed it seemed as if I were witness to the process of the miracle of life or something like it. This didn't go on for too long, but was touching in its amazing glory, the thought that I could practically watch a life being made and born, from the very first sperm and egg.

Not long after this, I began to come down. I had to eat dinner with the family, but the room was dimly lit so there were no worries of dilation of my pupils or whatnot. I continued to listen to music, reminisce to myself, and think about what had just taken place over the past 7 to 8 hours. Slight psychedelic visuals and a sense of unsoberness continued until at least 11 or 12 hours, marked mostly just by an inability to calm down.

I wrote a few pages in my notebook about the nature of LSD and the psychedelic experience. What I concluded is basically that the Third Eye/ unconscious/ subconscious/ imagination/ non-local dimension or what have you, is allowed to be seen through psychedelic experiences only because these chemicals basically meld the three eyes so that I can see with my average two things normally secretly kept away within my Third Eye or subconsciousness. I find this to be a satisfying explanation at least for me, that tripping on acid is basically allowing anything, indeed, to happen or be possible. If it's in my imagination, then so it can be projected on my ceiling, or wall, or someone's face, or any other object or surface in 3-dimensional space and time.

Interestingly enough, since this experience my closet door still bears the imprint of that strange chair. I of course never saw it before the LSD took hold, but even after coming down, and many weeks later, the hallucination was still there. Perhaps reality is not what it appears to be.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 76762
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Mar 31, 2025	Views: 36
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