Haven't posted here in a long time! So I thought I'd come back with a trip report. Unfortunately though, it was not a good trip lol.
I went over to a buddy's house who I hadn't seen in a while to take some LSD hang out, and introduce him to MDMA. He lives in a neighborhood about 2 miles away from where I live, and I wasn't really familiar with it, except his house. Well when I got there I took 2 tabs(roughly 150-200ug). The trip really started to kick in, I was having the most intense visuals of my life, we started taking hits out of a vaporizer, and catching up, but then unexpectedly he gets this call that his girlfriend and her mom are coming back home and I needed to go home right now, or else he would be in deep shit. The thing is, I thought I was going to be there all day and he told me he could give me a ride back home, so I had to walk 2 miles to my house in a neighborhood I was completely unfamiliar with, on a head full of acid.
Now I felt pretty confident about it at the time, thinking it would be no big deal. Unfortunately, THE SECOND I stepped outside and saw the visuals encompassing every aspect of the environment, I felt hopelessly lost. I walked up the street, trying to tell myself "I'll find my way back home". But no matter what speed I walked, it felt as if I was walking at this pace that got me no where, like walking on a treadmill. In my head I thought "Maybe I'm going the wrong way", so I turned around.
The trip was getting more and more intense, still nothing looked familiar and walking didn't feel like it was getting me anywhere, and when I looked at the street signs, like "Ponder lane", it confused me even more, they seemed more like messages. Despair had taken me over and I had to get help, so I found the nearest person and asked for directions. It was this old guy, who appeared to be in his 60's or 70s, and I came up to him with a horrible look on my face, mouth wide open, saying "Please sir, can you help me I'm lost, I need to get to Taco Bell"(Taco Bell is the closest place of reference to my house I could think of at the time). He said, "Taco bell, haha, well you're a couple miles away from there", but he gave me the directions anyways, and I could not for the life of me comprehend them, and thought he was trying to fuck with me, so I said "Thank you", and proceeded to walk aimlessly in the same direction. I began feeling like I was never going to find my way home, and just be lost forever.
I found myself on this steep road with a lot of twists and turns. Cars of all shapes and sizes zipping past me, with the tracers from the LSD made me feel paranoid, I was going to die if I continued to walk down this road, so I turned around again. I ended up in the same neighborhood where I had asked for directions and while I was walking on the side of the road, I heard this car pull up to my side. At first I assumed it was a cop, and thought I was completely fucked because I had 1.5g of MDMA and about 0.5g of weed on me, and I'm high on LSD.
But to my surprise it was the old guy again! He asked me if I wanted a ride. My god a fucking miracle! I hopped in and was still in a really paranoid mind-state, all I knew is my house is near Taco Bell, and I don't know how to get to there from here. He asked me my name... But I couldn't remember "Fuck... my name? This should be an easy question, wtf is my name". I said "I don't know". He laughs, "You don't know your own name? I know what that's like." This guy seemed pretty cool at first, but then I started to feel like he was trying to manipulate me. Then I started to hear voices mocking me because I couldn't find my way on my own. I just wanted to get the hell out of here, it was like living a nightmare.
I finally arrived at taco bell, said "Thanks", exited the vehicle as soon as I could, and went home. I've never felt so paranoid before, all I wanted was to be sober, because I couldn't communicate, and all sense of direction were obliterated. I still love LSD though, and have had many great trips after that, but this bad trip has taught me a lot. It's taught me to be empathetic, because I went through a pretty hard time, it's kind of hard not to be.
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