This is my first trip report, so bear with me. Also, this was the first time for me that I consumed a large amount of LSD. This was some pretty potent stuff, too. I'm no stranger to 'cid, I've tripped about 11 times prior to this, but never have done more than 4 tabs at once. So, here it goes... Two weeks ago at about 2:00 P.M., I got a call from a very, very good friend of mine. We'll call him "M". He said that his Acid hook up was on his way back into town with a sheet of Acid after a 7 month Acid drought. I was very excited and asked "M" to meet up with me, maybe smoke some green, then drop this Acid. He agreed. I made my way over to his house. We met up at about 3:30 P.M. We smoked his Zong a little bit and played the waiting game until we got the call from "S". "M" was going to pick up 5 tabs while I picked up the 8, but I asked him to refrain from taking his so that he can be the sitter for me. He agreed. Finally, at about 7:00 P.M., we got "the call". "S" had instructed us to walk to a nearby gas-station. We agreed, as we were going to do this anyway so that I could get a pack of Newports and "M" could get some blunts. 7:20 P.M. - We got the stuff and headed out. We walked behind a church right across the street from the gas station so I could take my 8 hits. I couldn't tell what the art work on the blotter was supposed to be. With no looking back, I shoved all 8 tabs under my tongue. Immediately I could taste the bitter, metallic of LSD soaking into my mouth. It was kind of overwhelming, honestly, my tongue was starting to go numb. The mix of LSD and me swallowing my saliva felt like I was actually swallowing liquid acid. 7:25 P.M. - "M" and I decided to walk to a park about 10 blocks away so "M" could roll up a blunt while my trip started to set it. 7:40 P.M. - We arrived at the park and sat at one of the tables. I sat down and could already feel the effects of what 2 hits felt like, and it's only been 20 minutes with the tabs still under my tongue. I knew I was in for a ride. The park table we were sitting at was one of those that have holes in it, just like this: http://www.flickr.com/photos/la_angel322/2382557067/ I started running my hands up and down and all around the table because it felt so good on my hands. Everything was twisting a little bit, like grinding gears. "M" finished rolling up the blunt and suggested we head over to the skate park across the parking lot to smoke it. (The parking lot divided the playground park and the skate park). I said sure, stood up, and finally swallowed the tabs (I have no idea why I waited that long to swallow it). 7:55 P.M. - It was very dark at this time, so there was not a soul at the skate park. It was very hazy, almost dream-like. Colors were flying everywhere, noises seemed louder and had a slight echo. "M" invited me to pop a squat in the middle of the half pipe and smoke the blunt. It was kind of difficult to find of the right words. I was slurring my words together a little bit. He flicked his lighter to light the blunt, and the flame was just mesmerizing, it was all I could see because of how dark it was. Then it just disappeared and all I saw was the red cherry of the blunt. It looked like it was dripping. "M" offered me a hit, but I could STILL taste the bite of the 'cid, smoking just didn't seem fun. I couldn't really put this into a sentence though, I just simply said "No." I had to lay down. 8:10 P.M. - "M" finished his blunt and looked over at me; sprawled out on my back looking into the night sky. The stars were all swirling reeeaallly fucking fast everywhere, the equivalent of a whirlpool; only with stars. A star-whirlpool, if you will. I felt a presence and got extremely paranoid. I sat up and looked behind me, then back at "M", then behind me again, then back at "M", and did this multiple times. I heard "M" speak "it's-it's-it's o-o-o-k-k-k-k-k . Nobody's here, man". His voice echoed then randomly stopped. I didn't believe him though. I laid back down. "M"s music he was playing was just noise to me because everything had a ridiculous echo to it. 8:25 P.M. - I was completely un-responsive. "M" kept trying to ask me what I was seeing and what I felt like. I ignored him. He grew kind of bored, so he suggested we walk to a mutual friend's house back on the same street of "M"s house. I stayed silent. Everything was just blending into each other. I couldn't even stand up. "M" held out his hand to help me out, but his fingers were going in all different directions. I held out my hand, not get assisted to stand up, but just to see if my hand was doing the same thing, which it was. "M" grabbed my hand and yanked me up. I almost fell over, "M" had to grab me to make sure I didn't fall over. 8:30 P.M. - The skate park was on a plateau. I stood at the edge where it started to decline and just looked. All I saw was a 20 foot drop, no slope whatsoever. I looked around and saw two people on the sidewalk, not walking, just standing and staring at me. I started to freak out in my head, trying to keep my composure. I tried to inform "M" about this, but I couldn't even put a sentence together. All that came out was "they're looking. They're staring." I couldn't stop staring at them. "M" tried to assure me that nobody was anywhere near us, and that he wouldn't make me walk past people. I looked at him (I'm still standing at the top of the plateau) then looked back at the "people" and saw thousands of people taking pictures and recording videos of me. Flashing lights of their cameras were practically blinding me. It was horrifying... 8:40 P.M. - It took me 10 minutes of standing on the plateau to build up enough courage to walk down. For whatever reason, I was under the impression that "M" took his 5 hits of 'cid whithout telling me, and that walking was illegal. I started freaking out thinking that two guys on acid illegally walking were going to get arrested. We got to the sidewalk where "M" lead me down back streets so I didn't have to see any actual people. I couldn't even fucking walk right, man. The sidewalk was whipping back and forth, street lights were beaming out a whole assortment of colors. It starts to get kind of weird: as we were walking, I saw a ghostly figure of a very good friend of mine (and also "M") walk past me. He looked at me and softly said my name, waved and smiled, then disappeared. I smacked "M" and started yelling the ghostly figure's name, very happy since I haven't seen him in like 6 years. I didn't really understand what "M" told me, it was all gibberish. 8:50 P.M. - We walked down a some-what busy street. Cars were just blurs of speed zooming past me. I saw a fucking news reporter team. A guy with a microphone, the news van, tons of people, and video cameras filming the guy. I grabbed a hold of "M"s arm, thinking he was gonna save me but chose not to. In my head I was thinking "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! I CAN'T WALK THROUGH THESE PEOPLE" but I couldn't even speak English at all, I said nothing, just occasional winces. I started breathing hard and shaking really bad. "M", once again, told me not to worry and there's nobody anywhere near us. We walked past the people and I thought I did something fucking stupid in front of the cameras and my parents were watching it. I looked at my phone and saw a message that the ghostly figure I saw earlier sent to my sister, telling my sister that I did something to a cup on T.V. (I can't remember exactly what it said). 9:10 P.M. - After what felt like a 3 hour walk, We arrived at the friend's house, we will refer to his as "G". His house was in the backyard of an apartment complex. We couldn't smoke in his house, so "M" lead me into "G"s garage where he was waiting for us. I was so excited to see "G", and to be in a secure place, I ran over a hugged him as hard as I could. I then sat down in a chair and looked around; the garage looked like it was from a horror movie. I ran out into the garage and laid on my back in his backyard (space of grass in between his house and the apartment complex). 9:15 P.M. - I felt like I was sinking into the grass. At this point, everything I saw were hallucinations. Laying on my back looking into the sky, everything was hazy. I was being engulfed by dark pink mist while pictures of "M", "G", and the ghostly figure I saw earlier were plastered in the sky. Their faces waving in all directions, back to normal, then back to waving in all directions. The music that "M" was playing at the skate park earlier still echoed in my head. 9:20 P.M. - I was completely lost in this dark pink haze. The pictures of my friends had disappeared and I thought I was lost forever in a different dimension known as these pink clouds. I started swimming desperately trying to find them. I was floating in this new dimension. Waves of fear were running through my head: Where are my friends? Did my fucking parents watch me trip nuts on live T.V? Everything was one motion/movement. Me laying on my back was the same motion/movement as me walking from the garage into the grass. Left was Up, Down was Right, everything was the same, that's the best I can describe it. I was swimming aimlessly through the pink haze when suddenly I stopped swimming and was just floating. I couldn't move my hands and I felt a force on my back. I saw a beautiful red, white and blue car in the distance. I thought absolutely nothing of it though, I was still lost in my thoughts. I heard "cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop" repeatedly. The red and blue of the car were coming right at me. 9:30 P.M. - I finally broke free and could move my hands, and found the ability to walk in the mist. I started walking towards the red and blue lights. The colors were flying everywhere. Then, out of nowhere, I blacked out for a little bit... UNDETERMINED TIME P.M. - I woke up in a car, still tripping absolute nuts. I tried to sit up but this white guy forcefully pushed me back into laying down. I could actually talk now, I sternly said "What the fuck is wrong with you?" The guy said "What are you on?" I couldn't see his face because it kept melting and was blurry. I started talking nonsense, and his face looked very concerned. Once again, I black out for a little bit... 1:10 A.M. - I wake up, still tripping, but not nearly as much as before. I was just extremely dazed & confused. I had a cut around my whole wrist as if it was a bracelet. My hands were all wrinkly, I felt extremely fatigued and in a little pain. I thought that my trip had put into a coma, and I aged 50 or so years laying on my death bed. Everything had a slight wave to it. A came in and asked me if I needed anything, to which I replied "water". She came back with a plastic cup of water with a straw in it and pretty much fed it to me. I only got about 4 sips before she pulled the cup away from me. THIS is what scared me the most. I thought she was giving me my last cup of water I was gonna have before I die, so I had to make it last. Lights were beaming above the bed I was in, which scared me even more. I thought the lights above me was the portal to Heaven, and when the time was right, the bed I was laying in would rise up and into the lights, bringing me to Heaven where I would be dead on Earth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was 5:00 P.M. and the nurse told me I could leave. But the problem was I had absolutely nothing. I had no shirt, no shoes, no pants, or anything that was in my pants pockets (phone, keys, and full pack of Newports). All I had was the hospital gown. The nurse came back and asked if I need used clothes to go home in, to which I replied "Yes, please, but what happened to the clothes I was in?" She told me I didn't have shoes or pants when the cops found me, and they had to cut my shirt open in the ambulance to put these sticker things on me to keep track of my heart beat or something. I then used the hospital phone to call "M" and I told him I was coming over to his house so that I can figure out what the actual fuck happened. He said ok. I left the hospital with used clothes and took the "hospital shuttle". It dropped me off downtown, which was absolutely perfect because "M" lived right on the outside of downtown. It was a 10 minute walk. [In Retrospect] I arrived at "M"s house and he told me what happened as he gave me my shoes and pants I kicked off. 1. It started going downhill when we got to "G"s house. When we went to garage, I thought I gave "G" a hug, sat down, then left. -I actually sprinted over to him and tackled "G" onto his concrete garage floor, stomping on his hookah and knocking over tables and chairs while I was running. Then I left. 2. I thought I was swimming in the pink mist trying to find my friends -I was actually rolling back and forth in his "backyard", yelling "GUYS?! GUYS?!" while slamming into the apartment complex. This alerted one of the residents, because I was slamming right beneath her window. She tried to tell me to go away, but I stood up and pressed my face into the screen window trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. I was clawing at the screen and ripped a hole in it. She proceeded to call 911. "M" and "G" tackled me and tried to bring into "G"s house, but I had so much energy I kicked and pushed them off and continued to roll back and forth in the grass. 3. I stopped swimming and was just floating, unable to move my hands. There was also a force in my back. -When the cop came and saw me rolling in the grass and saw the hole in the screen window of a strangers apartment, he pushed his knee into my back and hand cuffed me. I had so much energy I kept rolling and kicked the cop in the face while trying to break free of the hand cuffs. The cop questioned "M" and "G" about what I was on, but they didn't confess. 4. I found the ability to walk again and started to walked towards the red and blue lights -The cop un-hand cuffed me so he could put me in the ambulance, but I was walking towards the flashing cop lights and tried to get on top of the cop car where the flashing lights were, instead I was just standing spread eagles style just laying against the car. The medic injected me with something that would make me unconscious or something. They put me in the ambulance and drove away. Do I regret this? Absolutely not. Despite the fact I have to pay $100 to the lady for the screen I busted, and that I have to go to court. This was an experience of a lifetime. I did leave out about 80% of the trip and what I saw because it's completely indescribable. No matter how hard I try, I can't put it into words.
This is the most unbelievable part of your post for me . . . I'll regret that you took it for you bro.
Yeah that's NBOME. No wonder you had such a hard time. NBOME blotters are usually really strong. Acid blotters are usually smaller doses compared to the potency so you can control it easier, but NBOME tabs seem to be laid heavy because it's so cheap. Plus then they are sold as "LSD" so they can charge more.
Jeerzuz at least the stupid kid didnt die, the cops shot a kid with no psnts in colorado real recently
A friend of mine had a similar psychotic break on 2.5 hits of 25i of unknown potency. Dude seriously, if you've taken acid plenty of times before you could have at some point had the common sense to do a quick search on the internet and learn the slightest bit about this drug you're taking. If you did you would've found pretty quickly that LSD is colorless, tasteless, and odorless, and that if you have tabs with a metallic numbing taste you should FUCKING BE CAREFUL. It's cases like this of hospitalization due to just plain idiocy in regards to taking psychedelics that make it hard for the rest of us that use these drugs responsibly.
There are just so many irresponsible things in that post that I don't even know where to begin. People doing shit like this is what gives psychs a bad reputation.
