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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DOSE:&lt;br&gt; T+ 0:00&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;2 hits&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;oral&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/chemicals/lsd/&quot;&gt;LSD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-form&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(blotter / tab)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;  T+ 6:30&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;1 tablet&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;oral&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/chemicals/mdma/&quot;&gt;MDMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;  T+ 7:30&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;1 tablet&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;oral&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/chemicals/mdma/&quot;&gt;MDMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-form&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;  T+ 8:45&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;smoked&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;!-- Start Body --&gt;
After years of personal research, hearing others experience with the drugs, and having tried consciousness expansion on less than par substances I finally found a hookup for acid. Leading up to this night I had been smoking ganja for nearly 4 years, had taken shrooms on multiple occasions, smoked opium, tried a few amphetamines and a few other opioids. So I fancied myself somewhat experienced at tripping.
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Anyhow, on to the story. A buddy of mine had found a hookup for some LSD and MDMA. Naturally seeing how the new Hobbit movie was out in the cinema I saw no other fitting time to drop the tabs than just before going to see the movie.
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5:00pm, I take two small blotters (I&#x27;m not 100% on the potency but I was told somewhere between 50-100ug per blotter)
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5:45pm, We get to the theater. I remember feeling a little more aware of my surroundings, colors were a little bit more vibrant and I was having a little bit of trouble focusing on menial tasks (almost forgot to pay for my popcorn, bumped into a few people in-line for the movie and tripped over myself a few times while walking around)
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6:15, I could tell by this point that things were going to be fun. I went to use the restroom just before the movie started, the echo of my voice was un-believable, it sounded like I was in a big granite library and my voice was going on forever.
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6:45 (-ish), by this time the movie was already running but the drugs were not fulfilling my expectations. I remember seeing things on the screen molding together, patterns were appearing on peoples faces, and the story seemed to be engulfing me. Like I was a part of the movie, this was my past, present and future, my reality and being.
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&lt;!-- Pretty much the rest of the movie was un-eventful so I&#x27;ll skip ahead a little&lt;!--  (if you have seen The Hobbit, The Desolation of Smaug or are going to see it, the part where Gandalf looks into The Eye of Sauron was a complete mind-fuck).
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--&gt;9:00(ish?), The movie had just ended, I remember sitting in my seat staring at the credits. How will I ever go back to my own reality after experiencing something so divine. For $40 worth of a substance I could fight dragons, I could explore the deeper reaches of the mines of Moria, I could be one with Eru in the beginning.
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All the people in the theater started standing up and leaving, the moment of such dread had finally come, I had been fearing having to be around all those people the entire movie. If I sat quietly in my seat nobody could possibly know I was on drugs, but walking out of the theater seemed to have no possibility of positive outcome. But without even realizing what I was doing I stood up and walked towards the exit, almost as if the crowd mentality had found my strings and was making me walk. I was still so trapped by the idea of the film that I didn&#x27;t even realize I was leaving until I was at the trash receptacle by the exit, I had been autonomously trying to put my drink in the trash bin when my own consciousness took over again, having no idea why I was putting my drink in the trash I just dropped it (luckily it landed in the trash, I think).
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After getting outside I looked around (it was a cold night in the northern part of the planet), I felt like the reality I was in was the acid trip everything seemed foreign and fake, if only I could go back to Middle Earth where everything made sense.
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11:00 After going out to eat (I don&#x27;t even know why I ordered food, I wasn&#x27;t hungry and the textures were appalling, maybe the sense of it was the right thing to do since everybody else was ordering something) and dropping a few friends off at their homes (we all car-pooled) we finally made it back to my place! Since all the driving for the evening had been accomplished and we would have no other social interactions my other two buddies (both of whom had never tried anything but pot) were going to take 2 tabs each.
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11:30, I felt a little robbed of my expectations. For several weeks I had been looking forward to that weekend so I could get &#x27;FUBAR&#x27;. As my friends let the blotters sit on their tongue I decided since I was able to handle myself alright on the acid alone I would take the MDMA too...
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12:30, I had taken a single &lt;!-- 300mg (?) --&gt;ecstasy pill an hour ago and was feeling nothing, hyping myself into a drug fueled psychedelic session I decided to take a second pill... (I had only bought two pills, a red one and a blue one. Was this a intelligently designed comedic relation to the Matrix or was this a moment of spiritual reckoning...)
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1:15, My buddies were already feeling the effects strongly, but nothing more than the leftover perceptual change of the earlier events was affecting me. I noticed few small changes here and there, the reflection in my friends glasses of the blacklights on the table looked like a Tron grid, I could make out the overview of the landscape but nothing more. The walls were breathing, and I was starting to get a little anxious, had I taken too many substances, what is going to become of me?
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1:45 (-ish), We had a hookah and a interesting conversation going. I was in the middle of saying something to one of my buddies when I looked away at my other friends then back to the first one. I stopped mid-sentence, all his skin had turned dark purple and he now had a red pattern across his face, It bore a strange resemblance to Darth Maul from Star Wars. After having noticed his skin I involuntarily blurted out &#x27;Holy-Shit&#x27;, after I vocally said it I heard my own voice repeat it in my head, but it was higher pitched like I would sound on helium.
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Any hope of contributing any kind of intelligence to the conversation was no longer a possibility. Every time I saw Darth Maul standing before me I would burst out laughing, the posters in the room were swirling and flashing different colors, I had to look down at the table to avoid completely losing it.  We had been blowing UV bubbles (bubble solution that glows against a black-light) and when they would pop against the plastic cover on the table they would leave a glowing pop mark. After an hour of sitting in a circle blowing those bubbles like little neophytes dumbfounded at the power of something we didn&#x27;t understand, the entire tabletop was now glowing. As I stared at it the entire table was shifting, the pop marks were now indistinguishable, they were flowing into each-other like a hypnotic river of light mesmerizing the lonely passer-by.
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The next few hours morphed together, time was false, a lie I had been brought up to believe. I could make it go as fast as I wanted or I could step out of the equation all-together. After what I believe to be an hour and a half after the effects kicked in I was without a doubt peaking. The method by which I understood things around me had been lost somewhere along the wavy sensation of the music and the stale air of the dreary basement. I could look at the table and tell it was not really moving, the psychedelic swirling of energy was just an effect the drugs in my brain were creating. There was a chemical telling my brain that the table was moving, the thought of that was initially comforting, but after I realized that my mind was creating this then things got out of hand. If my mind has the power to create such a sensation, to see things that are not there then how do I tell what is really there. Maybe the table was a by-product of my racing thoughts, but when I would touch it was was solid, a genuine thing of reality. To further comfort my over-active (and anxious) mind I decided to test the barriers of my perception and touch the moving river of light sacred to the table top. I could feel it moving underneath my finger, the neutral energy of this universe coursed warmly through my body, at that moment everything made sense, I felt as if I had truly achieved &#x27;nirvana&#x27;.
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About 3 Ibuprofen and 4 hours later we came inside. The general census was that we were going to zone out on some video games til we passed out (I had been awake for almost 26 hours at this point &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;I had been awake for almost 26 hours at this point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;). My friend put in Left for Dead 2 and seemed to start his own little delirium. The time came and the controller was passed to me, I had no idea why the beast were chasing me or even what I was doing in this digitally created horror story. Half-way through the level I set the controller down and had nothing more to do with it. I went to find my headphones and Ipod. After being kidnapped my cat and getting lost in my bedroom I had finally found them. I expected to drift away slowly somewhere along the lines of Us And Them or Any Colour You Like but after (what I believe to be) a half hour I realized sleep was out of the question. I just laid there in such respect and awe for the things I had just experienced. I&#x27;m not sure what time 
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I finally passed out but I did not wake til 3pm the next day. I felt &#x27;disconnected&#x27; from reality, like I had woken up into a a dull and dreary dream. Consequently I took me a few days to become myself again.
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I will never forget what I experienced that night nor look at life the same way again.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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