Thanks man, I feel really welcome here. 
Anyway, here goes. These stories are a bit fresh too since this year was the first year I've ever dosed LSD. This particular trip happened after trying out the merchandise a few times, so my friend and I decided to push it up a notch. Only having three left we each ate one, then split the last one and each ate half. This isn't really reliable since the liquid dropped on the altoid wouldn't be even on both sides. Within thirty minutes we both realize that this is going to be huge, and I begin to get nervous.
So I'm sitting on my couch trying to get myself together, feeling a combination of excitement and fear. We sit and rock out to some music a bit while on the couch. Next thing I know I'm looking at my clock and realize its not moving at all. When your having thoughts like "you'll get through it, it'll be an adventure, you can handle it" and like that, the clock stopping can be a scary thing. Especially when you feel as if time itself has stopped. I try to put on another song at this point to calm me down, and this is where things really start to get strange.
The song I put on sounds unusually slow, so slow that I begin to feel as if time isn't stopped but simply slowed to a crawl. I feel as if my actual world has slowed, my thoughts, my heart rate, and everything else. It's a strange feeling, but I am simply astonished by it and no longer afraid.
By this time my apartment is unrecognizable. The ceiling has small, ghostly faces morphing in and out of each other. The colors are bright, the ceiling of faces almost looks as if it is on fire. (I can look up at my ceiling right now and remember what it looked like) I'm really enjoying myself at this point, but feel the trip is becoming stronger and stronger. I thought I was on the peak all this time, when I still was riding the train up to the top of this mountain. I look to my best buddy and trip partner, he is obviously feeling about what I am at this point. Then, before I know it...SNAP...I feel as if I'm out of my mind. LSD really twists things up sometimes.
I begin believing that I am experiencing the best of all possible things. I begin telling my friend that everything is possible, and that we can do it right here. I tell him that we're all really the same, we're all really just one being. I guess I was really going off on this. My friend told me that I was really even talking to him, but talking to the other people I thought were with us. Sometime around this point I get a call from my girlfriend, a call I really don't remember. She later told me she asked who I was with, and not only did I list the friend who WAS with me, I told her: "J is here, your here, my mom is here, EVERYBODY is here!". She knew I was dosing, so let me go and laughed it off. Things at this point are still getting out of hand, my buddy put on his IPOD to rock out while I was talking nonesense on my couch. Then something that I will never forget begins to happen.
I realize that not only can I experience the best of everything, I can experience the worst of everything. I really begin to get out of hand here. Snapping back and forth more rapidly then anything I've ever felt, I experience the best and worst almost simultanously. The best of everything (LOVE, SEX, FRIENDSHIP), then SNAP, I am at the worst (HATE, SADNESS, FEAR). I begin pacing around my apartment, still talking, still trying to get all that is going on in my head out. At one point my friend J said I was walking past him, grabbed my back, and yelled "KNIFE IN MY BACK!". This was a very very scary time.
I call this part of the trip "the loop" because it really really really felt as if I was in some sort of loop. I begin experiencing the same exact things over and over. I would come to and be laying in a certain spot in my apartment, with the worst sense of deja vu. It kept happening and happening, and is it was I began to believe none of it was real. I was helpless, if everythign was just happening over and over. There was no use in believing that one certain occurance was real, after all i was just going to wake up and relive it. The loop would feel as if it was getting faster and faster, then I'd be coming to the end of the loop....ahhhhh freedom I though..the end of the loop. Then SNAP, I'm at the beginning, the loop itself just part of a larger loop. I'm in a panic while pacing around my apartment. I call my girlfriend... bad idea.
She's trying to calm me down but I'm not having it. This is when one of the weirdest experiences of my life occurs. She's sort of freaking out herself because she knows I'm freaking out. Right then, her voice begins to morph slowly. I really really start to get scared. Before I know it, I'm fucking talking to my EX girlfriend it seems. My current girls voice morphed right into what seemed to be my ex's voice. I freak out and drop the phone. I hear her from the ground saying my name repeatedly. Back into the loop...
I feel as if I'm in this loop forever, and that I will never escape. I finally start coming down and can relax. I call my girlfriend up and apologize (I never told her about the voice thing). Everything worked out fine in the end, but it was by far the strangest experience of my life. I didn't go through it all because honestly I don't remember it all, but that is the jist of it. Thanks for wanting to hear, I hope its at least somewhat understandable! 
When I finally came down all the way, I really couldn't decipher what all of this meant but it was certainly a profound experience.
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