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It was two days after a freezing Christmas. My partner - let’s call him “M”- and I had planned take a trip into the desert for months. This was our second attempt. The first attempt, his car broke down.  We also planned to trip on one of our days.
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We ended up driving two hours into the far end of desert on some rocky off-road. It was the furthest I&#x27;ve been from civilization. As an introvert, that felt amazing and was the perfect setting for what I would find out would be my most intense psychedelic experience yet.
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I had stopped my prescription of Citalopram two nights before and my Ziprasidone one night before. I had about five hours of sleep over two nights. I also have to note that I have always been cursed with an overactive bladder. 
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I took one tab of gel LSD (dosage unknown but I knew from experience that it was strong) and about a gram of shrooms. All of that combined led me to have this crazy experience.
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We arrived and began to setup our camp for the trip. We put down a table and fire pit. M lit some coals in the firepit as I had some mandarin oranges so I wouldn’t be so hungry. After he was done, he started to cut up the mushrooms. I started to boil water and soon we had two cups of peach-ginger flavored mushroom tea. I specifically picked out this tea to help with the impending nausea. I remember being very hesitant to drink it because the shrooms were still in rather large chunks, but it ended up not being too terrible.
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We finished the tea, put the acid underneath our tongue, and took our seats next to the fire pit. M leaned his face close to the fire. He commented on how warm it was on his face. I admired how cute he was being, sat back, and closed my eyes. Eventually, I swallowed my tab because I kept losing track of it and I started to get anxious about it.
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The come up was fast and strong. About 10 minutes in and I was experiencing what could be described as a mix between the closed-eyed visuals from LSD and the visuals from shrooms. There were giant, brightly colored, rainbow fractals and they swirled chaotically back and forth, into each other. I opened my eyes and looked at a gigantic mountain in the distance. Becoming quickly overwhelmed, I shut my eyes again. They fluttered with energy, so I closed them tighter.
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Suddenly, I had an intense urge to pee. I quickly got up, squatted down near a bush, and expelled a fountain of urine. I would soon find out this would only be the start of my bladder effectively freaking out. 
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A couple of potty and nausea breaks later, we both got up to explore outside of our camp. We had picked a cliff-side and there was a riverbed full of thorny trees. I picked a toy out of my bag to take on our adventure. It was a white stick with a rainbow ribbon attached to the end. It fluttered beautifully in the wind. I remember looking closely at the fabric and admiring how the colors twinkled and swirled. M led the way into the desert and I stumbled after him, laughing hysterically, waving my toy in the wind. Suddenly, I had to pee again. I squatted where I was and let out another huge fountain of urine. When I finished, I had some trouble getting myself back together. M and I concluded that it wasn’t time for an adventure quite yet.
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Little did we know, how true that was. 
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We made our way back to the car and M suggested making a bed inside of it. I peed again as he rearranged the camping gear and blankets in the backseat. It was then that I started to peak. It was the beginning of a rollercoaster ride. 
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When I peaked, I basically started seizing but I was coherent. I don&#x27;t have any other way to describe it. M quickly ushered me into the car and held me in his lap. He spoke reassuring words as I twisted my neck furiously and passed my hands through my hair frantically, drooling slightly. What was going on…? M explained to me that I simply overwhelmed my brain with the substances I took and this was its way of dealing with it. I yelled out in terror. I sobbed as I twisted my body in his lap. He just held me and told me it was okay. That he would be there for me. 
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The urges to pee didn’t stop with my peaking. Every few minutes, I would stumble out of the car and squat to release my river of urine. This time, my squat was more primal. I pressed my hands into the sandy ground and screamed, like I was trying to communicate with hell. That was about where I was at that moment. I would climb back into the car, back into M’s lap, and continue my writhing. I remember calling out for him, telling him that I was sorry, and telling him how much I love him. Over and over again. I kept asking if he was okay and he was. I definitely was not. 
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Finally, it ended. That lasted about an hour. At the end my neck was super tweaked. M left me for a little bit to explore and I played with some apps on my phone. I remember drawing pictures for him on it. He came back and we tried to go down to the river bed. This is where my memory had gotten super fuzzy.
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Now, I remember trying to climb down the cliff with M, but I kept yelling at him saying I was going to fall. I was laughing really hard too. He told me I threw a couple funny tantrums because I was so scared of go down with him. I reverted back into a toddler, basically. I remember sliding down the rocks on my butt. We get down to the river bed and there&#x27;s bamboo. He leaves me to explore the bamboo forest and I remember screaming for help because my toy broke. He told me later he came crashing through, so worried, only to find out that it was because my toy had broken. 
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Okay, skipping a little forward, I have to note I had extreme memory loss. By the time we got back to our first camp, I didn&#x27;t know where I was or who I was. M basically had to give me a rundown of who I was and what we just did. All I knew, somehow, that I was his beloved partner and he was mine.
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Going back: We came back up the cliff and it was about time to go. M packed me into the passenger seat with a heavy blanket. This is where I had something that I could only describe as a out of body experience. I was really confused and when I would talk, it was like it wasn&#x27;t me talking. I was watching myself out of my body, talk. This was about five or six hours into the trip. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;I was watching myself out of my body, talk. This was about five or six hours into the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; So, we start driving back. We get lost and end up running into this couple in a jeep. We follow them for a time. 
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We finally get back to the visitor center and I throw up. Alot. I remember it not quite feeling like I threw up, so I looked to confirm. That&#x27;s about when I started &#x27;coming back into my body&#x27; and realizing just how confused I was. I tell M this and from then on I took solace in just listening to what he was telling me to do. I knew he would take care of me.
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I remember getting to the tent and he asked me to take off his shoes. I don&#x27;t know but it was just the right time when he asked. I found a lot of comfort doing something little to help him after a stressful day. Then we get into bed and I start the process of figuring out where I was, who I was, and what we just did. 
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I had some really vague recollections. M really helped me piece things together. I remember him joking that I was an alien who took over his girlfriend&#x27;s body. I laughed and I remember wondering how I recognized his sense of humor and how it was so like mine. 
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So that was about it. He left to take a phone call and I tried to recollect on my own but I ended up getting tired and just wanting to sleep by the time he got back. When I woke up, I felt a lot better but I still needed help remembering some stuff. A couple days later and my memory returned, clearer. Overall, I wouldn’t classify this as a bad trip. But it was definitely a challenging, life-changing one and I learned a lot.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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