A psychonaut is a person who experiences intentionally induced altered states of consciousness and claims to use the experience to investigate his or her mind, and possibly address spiritual questions, through direct experience.
I was going to a college party with my gf this saturday, and decided to take half a tab of tested lsd that was supposed to have 250 micrograms. I took it at her house around 20:15 right before she called a uber driver to take us to the party bus rendezvous point, where we met some friends and waited in line to show the tickets and get access to the bus.
In the bus I'm starting to feel the effects, around 21h I can see the trees blooming like they're expanding and I can see patterns similar to tribal symbols on the floor and seats. When I looked at the grass I could see a slight change of color. My gf is trying to nap before we reach destination on my lap and I start to worry if I will be able to communicate and socialize well, as she was not so okay about me dropping acid to this party.
When we got to the party, the colleges cheerleaders performed a presentation to beggin. In my crazyness I could see a behavior change instantly take place on all women around, as they (including my gf) were seeing the girls move and dance and jump to beyonce and anittas songs, I senced they were envy and wanting the attention men were giving to the cheer. As at this moment Im peaking, I see little fractals on the lights and I imagine the women are somewhat aggressive or territorial, and as the girl power song ends the cheer does a fading voice coir, and as the female voices fade away I see cats eyes forming in the air, like sensual or idk maybe was just my imagination.
As my gf hangs around with her feiends Im reunited with mine: I deliver to a boy of mine the other half of the tab and one of mybest buddys talks me into a candyflip with half of his mdma tested pill. It was 275mg in the format of a cellphone, so maybe half of it was around 135-145 mg. It was 1:30 when I dropped, riggt afterwards we go hit a joint in the outside. Now things start to get out of control.
When I was just on acid, I was able to communicate and handle myself, but as the mdma kicked in it was nothing like the joyfulness and loving effects that I was hoping for. As it hits I feel my heart beating really fast and suddenly everything is in slow motion. The sound and the fractals are more vividly and I am not able to keep simple lines of thoughts. I have this constant feeling of hands and objects touching my back and my neck, and the sounds start to merge and the colours melt.
Idk if I got to desperate or static, but as my friend asked to me 'you all right', I believed he was saying 'you died, and now you must relieve your life to see if your actions were really worth". Was freaking out really hard, with cloudy thoughts and internal conversations, couldnt distinguish allucinations and imagination from reality.
As I was trying to calm down to understand what was going on, I sit down with my friend and let him talk to me. He said afterwards that I was saying 'Im dead and stuck here, and I can only see that you and the people were worth it" and other nonsense gibberish about overdosing and living cycles of despeir and joy.
I really dont know how much time I was sruck on this thought loop, as I was believing really hard that I was moving back and fourth in time. Could visualize the sound, and saw that it was it controlling my trip, as I start to feel bad vibes coming from all around: pretense college people, bad music, lots of mdma abusing and etc.
In my head I had to find my gf as she vould relieve me of this nightmare, but when I found her she was crying and started beating me and screaming at me sayind "where have you been, I could not find you anywhere, was really worried about you you dumbnuts" and that really took the bad trip to another level. I got out of despair xone to anger zone .
I tried talking to her about my bad trip and my state and she were not in the mood to talk, so I dtayed at her side and said I wanted togo home. She only talked to me when we got on the bus. I was really desapointed at her. It was 4:30 in the morning and Im more close to baseline, and was trying to figure out what realy happened.
Maybe I will never try candyflipping again, as I was the only person in the party freaking out and lots of people did drugs this night. It did not sinergized well for me. Me and my f talked the other day right after we woke up, I made her realize she was wrong to come with a fight in the middle of my trip. As she is not aware of drug effects since she does not use them, she cried and said sorry, and as I had already given her hints and talks about not bringing issues up during my lsd trips, I said to her that next time this happens I will not stand for it.
About the time loop in my head, never thouggt it was possible to experience such bad trip at 125ug. The candyflip and the joints made the acid hit more and more strong.