DOSE:

1 hit

sublingual

LSD

(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

195 lb

I held the tab under my tongue for about 20 minutes until it shriveled itself up into a tiny spit ball, then I swallowed it. Approximately, 20 minutes or so later I started to feel just, odd. Maybe 5 minutes after that, my vision seemed to get exceptionally better. Everything all around me was super crisp, sharp, and highly detailed. My friends turned on some music and opened the blinds on their sliding glass door and we all sat and stared at some of the trees near the patio. I felt like I could make out every minute detail of a every leaf on those trees. Not long after that, I began to experience intense visuals. The leaves on the tree began swirling into beautiful fractal patterns. The clouds ebbed and smudged and swirled in the background. I looked down at the wooden fence surrounding the patio area and the grains on the wood were swirling around and morphing into vague faces like adorable little wood sprites.

My friend remarked that the tree was beginning to appear very sharp to him. I realized at that moment that I had definitely come up way faster than my companions and for some reason I felt this fact to be hilarious. I started laughing uncontrollably until tears streamed down my face. As the trip began to get more intense, I began to laugh even harder at the absurdity of it all. Soon my body started to feel really tense and heavy. It was becoming really uncomfortable. I felt like I couldn’t move or speak. The entire room became absurdly cartoonish looking. I looked at the carpet. It would grow and whither over and over. I looked over at my friends and their hair was doing the same, the lines in their clothes began to slither around and their bodies lost all meaningful shape. The whole room was filled with strange sounds and flashing lights. Focusing on any surface produced the most elaborate beautiful fractals; everything was symmetrical and recursive.

I forgot about my friends and became very introspective. The body high was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I started to wonder if I had to use the bathroom. With all of my senses completely over stimulated I couldn’t feel anything about my body. I decided to try to get up and find the bathroom in this crazy cartoonish landscape. I tried to get off the couch, but ended up sitting on the floor. I became completely mesmerized by the grassy carpet. It seemed as though there were strobe lights flashing everywhere and very strange music was playing. I started hearing strange sounds I had never heard before: wails and whistles, music that sounded like a record playing backwards, weird oscillating sounds, even fucking whale songs. It was all very disorienting.

My friends may have tried to pick me up a few times. They may have even left the room a few times. I’m not sure. I was completely submerged in this crazy world of stimuli, and I couldn’t seem to break free. Eventually, after crawling around on the floor completely disorientated, I managed to figure out where the bathroom was. I went inside and shut the door. The bathroom is actually very small, but it seemed to stretch upwards and expand all around. There were beautiful ornate patterns crawling across every surface. It seemed to be an elegant cathedral of sorts. I did my business, but I couldn’t make myself leave for the longest time. This otherwise average bathroom was the most gorgeous temple. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. It split into halves and became a freaky face-fractal. I was completely mesmerized.

I’m not sure how long I stayed in the bathroom, but it was long enough for my friends to come knock on the door and ask if I was ok. I can’t coherently recall any of the events that happened after I left the bathroom. I think I went back to the living room. My pals joined me at some point. One of them decided to go on a walk. We tried to talk him out of it, because we were worried we’d get in trouble somehow. He assured us that he felt ok enough to go on a walk and then left. The rest is somewhat of a blur. I remember my friend and I alternately freaking out about our other friend leaving, and bumbling about the apartment in utter confusion.

At one point I started to have extremely loud auditory hallucinations of sirens. I also kept seeing red and blue flashing lights. I became extremely paranoid that there were cops outside. Perhaps even a whole fucking SWAT team with snipers and everything. I kept trying to convince my friend that we should just sit down and be quiet. I felt like perhaps we were being really loud without realizing it and the neighbors had called the cops or the DEA, FBI, or motherfucking homeland security. I wrapped up in a blanket and cowered on the couch.

Some time later, our friend came back. We were ecstatic to see him! I forgot about the threat of cops, and started wandering around the apartment. Things started to get really intense again. I felt as though I was some variety of higher being comprised out of pure energy. The apartment was transformed into space. My mission was given to me by a being even higher than me; I was given access to the “source code” of the whole universe, and my task was to wander around looking for “bugs” in it so they could be fixed. I bumbled through the apartment looking at random objects inquisitively. Random things would appear to light up, and I would wonder if they were clues. I tried to to put it all together in my mind, but thinking was hard what with all the flashing lights, fractals, and sounds. I became some what annoyed. I felt like my senses had been hyper-enhanced to the point of being a handicap instead of an asset. How could I figure out how all these things connected together?

Some time went by, and I forgot about my mission. I wandered up stairs. The upstairs world was a beautiful amalgam of high technology and nature. It was a techno-jungle of sorts. I wandered around upstairs touching things, looking at things, trying to take it all in. Eventually, I found myself in the bathroom. It was like some kind of celtic temple. There were celtic knot- fractals on the walls. The tub was some sort of altar of sorts. I sat inside. Neon colored vines seemed to grow up the walls and disappear. I looked in front of me. The knobs on the tub appeared to be stone dials with runes on them. I started turning the dials, the water that came out of the spigot was purple, the drain had runes inscribed all around it, and the water swirling down it turned rainbow colors. I started experimenting with different dial combinations and eventually ended up turning the shower on. I started laughing as colorful water rained down on me inside my tiny celtic temple. I felt euphoric and child-like in a very positive way.

I eventually turned the shower off and just sat back and watched the wall fractals, giggling intermittently. After quite some time, I realized that sitting in a tub with your clothes on was not exactly normal. I started to feel quite paranoid again. What if I was causing trouble for my friends? I took all of the towels out of the closet and wrapped up in them, and went downstairs. I sat in the kitchen floor for awhile until I was only damp. I went into the living room and wrapped up in the blanket and sat in the floor. The auditory hallucinations began to come back full force. I felt tiny and scared.

My friends were upstairs. One of them was trying in vain to convince the other one that everything was ok. The other was asking over and over what was and was not appropriate to do. He was very disorientated. I think he just wanted to make sure that he didn’t do anything to get us in trouble. I began to feel very physically uncomfortable again. The “theme” seemed to shift. I began to be convinced that we were conducting some sort of social experiment. In it, we were trying out different forms of government to see what worked best. I felt like we were being observed by some outside force. The upstairs area seemed to have dissolved into utter anarchy. I felt it would be a good idea to stay downstairs and let my companions continue the experiment upstairs. I lay down in the floor and held my head. There was too much stimuli. I started to wonder if it would ever end.

A lot of time passed. My friends tried to get me to go on a walk with them. I didn’t want to leave the apartment. It seemed safer inside. It seemed they were gone for hours. The acid seemed to be wearing off. The sounds had quieted down, and the visuals were becoming more vague. The body high was still very intense and uncomfortable. I decided that all I wanted to do was go home and go to sleep, so I could process everything that had happened. I turned on all the lights and began to tidy up my mess. I folded all the towels and put them back in the closet. I found my phone, wallet, keys, and lighter and put them in my pocket. I decided to journey outside to find my companions and let them know that I was leaving. I met them in the parking lot just as they were coming back from their walk. Talking was still hard, but I managed to explain to them that I was exhausted and uncomfortable, and the only way I could get comfortable was to go home and go to sleep. They asked me if I was 110% ok to drive. I told them I was fine.

[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

I got in my car and started driving toward the highway in front of their apartment. So far, so good. As soon as I turned onto the highway everything went to hell. The road in front of me deteriorated into a cartoonish landscape of colors. I couldn’t discern the lines on the road or even the road itself. I was terrified. I pulled over at a nearby gas station. I called my husband and explained the situation to him. I decided to attempt to drive across the street and park at a 24 hour restaurant, to avoid looking suspicious. I figured I could sit there for an hour or so and it would wear off, and I could go home. I sat in that parking lot for two hours watching a flowery bush undulate and change colors. I texted my husband to tell him it may take longer than I thought.

After awhile, I decided to try to buy food in the restaurant. I had heard that eating could help tame a trip. I went in, and went into the bathroom to practice how to order food. Human interaction seemed scary, and talking was still challenging at that point. I left the bathroom and walked into the main dining area. What the fuck, man. It’s like they intentionally designed the restaurant to be the most intimidating and scary place on earth. The music sounded garbled and demonic. I couldn’t read the words on the menu which was a big lcd tv that flashed various menu items. I must have looked very high. The lady at the counter told me in a distorted demon voice that they wouldn’t take debit cards at night.

I walked back to the car feeling dejected. I felt as though I was an alien species trying to replicate human behavior so I could fit in on this planet, and that I had failed on some very basic level. I texted my husband to tell him it would be even longer before I could come home. I watched the bricks on the building across the street from me light up various colors and a tree perform leafy fractals for me. Some time later a man dropped two women off in the parking lot. They stood outside the restaurant for quite awhile, until another man pulled up and asked them what they were doing. They asked him if he wanted to go to a hotel. He agreed, and they got in the car with him. I realized that there was prostitution going on outside of the restaurant. I felt uneasy.

I was probably in a terrible neighborhood. I locked my doors and laid down across the front seats. I watched a spider crawl across my windshield leaving a colorful undulating web in its wake, possibly for hours. I heard the man drop the women back off at the restaurant. I started laughing. It occurred to me that it was really silly of me to judge them, when I was laying in my car in a restaurant parking lot tripping my ass off on LSD. I sat up and watched the building across the street some more. I looked at my phone. It was dead. I had no idea what time it was. I started to feel panicky again. I wanted to get home. I was really concerned that I was worrying my husband, and now I had no way to get in touch with him.

I started the car. The air conditioner blew out weird demonic noises. I looked at the dash and couldn’t discern the strange symbols written on it. The whole thing seemed simultaneously too technologically advanced and too primitive for me to operate. I tried driving around the parking lot, but it would inevitably turn into a freakish cartoony nightmare. I parked again and stared at a bush. I watched as new employees started arriving for their shifts. Maybe it was getting close to breakfast time! Maybe the new employees would serve me food. I went back inside, determined to get food. They were playing a song by The Fray, but it sounded garbled and evil.

I approached the cashier. His face split in two and became a fractal. I tried to ignore it and order food, but I became frightened and disoriented. I managed to choke out “I’ll take a small soda, please. o.o” He asked me if I wanted to supersize it in a demonic voice. “Sure, whatever, man.” I managed to squeak. It didn’t seem wise to say no to a demon. I paid and got my cup. I walked over to the soda fountain, and found that I could not discern the strange symbols printed on it either. I picked something random. I couldn’t figure out how to get a lid on the cup so I just stuck a straw in it and hurried back to my car. I became very depressed. I had failed again. I felt like that cup of soda represented my rank in society. I had only made it to Human:Level: beverage orderer. I was very upset. I just wanted to go home and go to bed. I just wanted the whole thing to be over. I started to feel like the only way it would stop is if I solved some grand problem, or learned some mystical lesson. I felt like I was trapped in some ridiculous alien coming of age story. But how could I solve anything if I couldn’t even function to order breakfast?

Daylight came, and I realized that I had not communicated with my husband in a very long time. I became worried that he would send the cops to look for me. I tried to formulate a plan of action. That’s when I realized that the entire time I had been having internal monologues in some completely different language. I was “thinking in tongues”. I would think in some weird recurring sound patterns and then slowly, methodically translate those sounds into English in my head. Once I realized that I was doing this, I became disoriented again. I found it nearly impossible to formulate coherent thoughts. I started crying. I was pretty sure at that point I would never figure out how to get home. I turned on the car and listened to some Doomtree to clear my mind. After a few songs, I was able to think in English again.

I decided I needed to use a public phone and let my husband know I was okay. I didn’t want to go back inside the restaurant, because I was sure they knew I was high off my ass. I looked around. There weren’t many other businesses open yet. There was a store across the street. I decided to walk over there and ask to use the phone. Crossing the street on acid is quite the task. As soon as I stepped into the road it appeared to stretch out in front of me several football fields long. The sounds of the outside world - the cars, the birds, people’s voices - were garbled and distorted and louder than usual. When I finally made it to the store parking lot, it also seemed to stretch into eternity. As soon as I was sure I was getting close to it, it would shift away from me, and become unattainable. I became convinced that the store was actually just a mirage, and I would never make it.

Eventually, after what seemed like years of walking, I made it to the door. It swung open and I walked inside and Holy shit it’s like they deliberately built this store to be the most intimidating and scary place on earth. I wandered around store until I found an employee that didn’t look intimidating as all hell. I asked her if there was a phone I could use. She told me in a weird oscillating robot voice that it was at the service desk. I called my husband to tell him it would be even longer still. He just seemed annoyed. I felt dejected again. I had journeyed so far, and braved so much to use this phone, and he did not even appreciate it at all.

I trudged back through the parking lot, across the street, and back to my car. It took eons. I started it up and tried to drive again, but got the same result. God fucking dammit. At this point, I had been up for over 24 hours, tripping balls for at least 12 hours, 7 of them in the restaurant parking lot. I couldn’t sit there any more. I needed to go home. Who knew how long it would take before I stopped tripping? At that point I started to question if I had simply entered a state of permanent madness. I needed to get home. I decided to journey back to the store and call a taxi. But I had no idea where I was. I walked to the end of the street with a pen and an old receipt and stared at the swirling street signs until I figured out what intersection I was at. I wrote it down.

I made the grueling trip back to the service desk at store I asked the man behind the counter if he knew the number for a cab company. He told me the number in a demonic voice. I called a cab, and walked back across the street to the restaurant to wait on it. When he finally arrived, I told the cabbie my address. I went on a ridiculously magical taxi ride through the city. He couldn’t find my apartment, and I couldn’t figure out how to explain where it was. So I had him drop me off at a nearby gas station and continued my journey on foot. After what seemed like decades, I finally arrived at my apartment. The auditory hallucinations intensified. I continued tripping for several hours. The visuals gradually wore off, but the auditory bits lingered until about 6pm.

The whole trip lasted about 24 hours. I was awake for over 32 hours. I was mentally and physically exhausted, but I had to solve the issue of my car still being at the restaurant. So I had my trip friend take me to go get it. When I got home, I went to bed and slept over 12 hours. When I awoke, I contemplated whether or not I would ever try LSD again. I decided that I would probably try it again, but at a lower dose - a significantly lower dose.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 103842
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 24
Published: May 3, 2025	Views: 27
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