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I was at a rave with a few friends and we all decided to buy some felix blotter acid. I dropped both hits around 1:15am. I had a great body high. I had an amazing amount of energy and i couldn&#x27;t sit still. At this point, i wasn&#x27;t hallucinating yet. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I couldn&#x27;t stop dancing, i had to keep moving. The dj was spinnin&#x27; a creepy trance track that made me think psychotic. I was nobody&#x27;s friend, not even my own, but i was still moving. I didn&#x27;t want anyone to touch me. It seemed as though everyone was against me and nobody cared. I didn&#x27;t understand the whole scene, questions like...Why do i do this to myself? Why do people enjoy LSD? Why would anyone like to not be able to tell the difference between a dream and reality?
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That&#x27;s when i stopped myself and tried to figure out who i was, why i&#x27;m here, what did i take and things like that...but i just didn&#x27;t know. Right there everything hit me. The bad trip started to take over. I felt as though i couldn&#x27;t control myself, but i just kept moving. After thinking like that for about 45 minutes and dancing, i sat down next to a huge brick wall. I lit up a cigarette and looked at the wall. The bricks were spelling words out, like Death, End, Over, and i closed my eyes, shook my head, looked at the wall again and there were 6 bears dancing in a cirle with sharp teeth just grinning at me, and then i realized how fucked up i was. I jumped up and ran over to a fence and grabbed onto it and just stood there. That fence seemed to bring me to reality, like when i was holding that fence, nothing could hurt me. It was like that fence was sobriety and reality - it was really there, it was the only thing that i knew was real. I looked around and everyone looked like crazy fools running around. It seemed like a riot. Through my eyes, it was total chaos, but it was really a bunch of people just enjoying themselves at a party. I was horrified when people would try to talk to me. Their skin would look disgusting, their voices would give me chills. Then the psychotic thoughts came back. I was thinking to myself, maybe all these people are in a cult and this is a gathering. Maybe they just advertised this gathering as a party to get people to come here and get all fucked up and then eat their brains or some shit. I would look around and everyone seemed to be watching me. I couldn&#x27;t handle it, i had to leave. I stood up, lit a cigarette and started walking. I stared at the ground while i was walking. The grass looked like a bunch of pins waiting to prick me. It was a horrible night and i still don&#x27;t remember everything or what happend after i stood up. I don&#x27;t remember where i went or who with, but i guess that&#x27;s something you should expect when you take a psychoactive drug like LSD. So, if you&#x27;re gonna trip, know what you&#x27;re in for and be careful.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Age at time of experience: Not Given&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Published: Feb 3, 2001&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Views: 13,111&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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