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This was probably my 4th or 5th experience with LSD (I’ve also done shrooms, DXM, and I smoke weed regularly), but it was by far the best. My boyfriend (we’ll call him Don), and my best friend (we’ll call him Max) were going up to Saratoga with me, to stay at Don’s house for the last weekend before college started. We decided that on the last day, me and Don would do LSD with Max as our sitter. This situation was responsible for it being the best experience ever, because we didn’t have to be worried that our parents were going to find out that we had skipped school to do drugs (or anything like that, which has happened before), because it’s impossible to think clearly on LSD. 
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We went to the main park in Saratoga to take the LSD. It came on the same way it usually did: I started feeling a little disoriented and dizzy in a nice sort of way, I lost all sensitivity to temperature,  all moving objects began to have bigger and bigger trails, my vision became imprinted with the image of chains and bubbling graffiti, and everything Max said became increasingly more funny. Don and I waded deep into a river that was running through the middle of the park. Neither of us could feel the icy-coldness of the water, which was nice because the push of the water against us felt amazing, and as I looked at the water, chains started to form over my vision, which made the ripples on the water start to churn and turn into animated graffiti-like images that were imprinted over my vision. 
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There were tons of people at the park that day, and there was a lady in pink walking her dogs near the stream. For some reason, the LSD made it easy for us to interact with her, but would have made it impossible for us to interact with people we knew, like Don’s parents. 
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After staying in the river for a very long time, we got into Don’s car and Max drove us around for hours, literally, using more than a tank of gas. It was AMAZING, thanks to both Max and the LSD. Max is incredibly funny, and we always joke about him having an LSD personality, because he’s crazy and hilarious and has a great personality. He pretended to be giving us tours of all the towns we were exploring through in the car, which made everything we saw become incredibly funny. We were laughing for hours and hours, and had to ask Max to stop being funny for 5 minutes so we could take a short break from laughing. 
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We stopped for a bit on the side of the road because there was an extremely pretty park with a lake. The LSD was reaching its peak at this point, and I had a lot of trouble walking and remembering where I was or what was going on, which wasn’t a problem because I knew Max was there and would make everything be okay. This let me just completely let go and enjoy myself, and I know Don did too, although I don’t think he was tripping as hard as I was.
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Clouds are AMAZING on LSD. They immediately turn into a pattern of faces and objects that seem so real and 3D. Most of the objects are human bodies, faces, or skulls. A lot of the objects are actually very morbid, for example, I usually see mostly skulls and ghosts and bodies that look like they’re in a lot of pain, but that never bothered me. 
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I started getting these hand-twitches that I usually do on shrooms or LSD, where if I hear any music, my hands start moving around to the music on their own, as if they’re trying to play the music or the noises that I’m hearing. It feels very natural, and I just let go of my hands, and let them all fall to where they naturally want to be, which lets my fingers able to move around to the music. Sometimes this makes colored sparks and waves appear around my hands. These colored waves also go along with the music, and then eventually it begins to seem as if my hands are what is making the music. 
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When it got late, around 11pm or so, we went back to Don’s apartment. His parents weren’t there, which was good because we were still tripping pretty hard. I remember walking around the coffee table  - around and around and around, because walking in the circle I had made felt completely natural, and it felt as if something else was compelling me to keep walking. A few hours later, Don and I went into his room and Max stayed outside on the sofa, because he knew we wanted to have sex on LSD. Sex on LSD is amazing. It combines the euphoria of LSD with the euphoria of having sex, to make pretty much the best experience ever. However, for some reason, it’s not addicting, which is really good, because I can enjoy it once in a while without craving it. 
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After we had sex, Don started to cry because it was our last weekend together before college, and since we were going to different colleges, we didn’t know when we would see each other next. LSD has been really good for our relationship because it makes him able to show his emotions more and say exactly how he feels. It helps me too, because I’m usually very resistant to showing those sorts of emotions. LSD has only made us closer and I’m almost positive that we have a better relationship because of it. LSD allows us to connect on a level beyond the physical level, and helps us understand each other more, and lets us just have a really great time together. 
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We only do LSD once in a while though, because it is very exhausting, and at the end of the trip, it’s always very comforting to know that it will eventually end, and the world will be back to normal.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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