I want to share my first experience with Lucy, because I think a few interesting things happened, but also as a diary to future me. As of this writing I’m on the morning after, didn't get too much sleep, so I'm still a bit affected by it, but it's maybe 13 hours since we took it. However, the day of posting is a few days later.

I warn you, this text is really long, and is not as interesting to read as it was for me to experience :D

A little background first. I went over to a life long friend of mine on saturday night to hang out, actually to try some MDMA while sober and just hang out and see how that was, we were there with one other friend. I had a tiny bit of MDMA left over lying around which we split between three of us, just a bit to get into a good mood for maybe an hour, nothing more. The two of us went out and headed to a bar to meet some friends who were worryingly drunk. We were entertained and had a laugh at their drunkenness, and we had few beers ourselves. I asked my friend if I could crash his place, and we headed on our way. Meanwhile he told me that he was to meet up with a friend the next day and listen to his previous experience with LSD and that I could tag along if I wanted to. So we went home, felt a sleep and woke up around 1PM.

So we’re having a relaxed morning and go about our business. The weather is dreary, it's raining a bit and it's cold. We meet the friend near the central station and sit outside for about two hours to listen to his experience and advice about LSD. He tells us some interesting thing, mostly good advice and how to avoid bad experiences, but also about some the things he's seen and experienced himself. He has only done it a few times himself, but he tells of some pretty horrible stories involving going to the hospital.

I've read about LSD on the internet a little and I have a general idea of what LSD is like and how to get a good trip. I've done mushrooms once before around 2 years ago when I went to Australia.

Anyway, so it turns out this friend actually brought some LSD with him to sell. This casual encounter between these two friends turn into a drug deal. Despite some of the horrible stories he's told we agree that this is something we want to experience for ourselves. I don't know what the price of LSD usually is around my place, but we agree two buy two 150ug tabs for the equivalent of $80. Pretty pricey compared to what I've seen on the darknet, but hey, he gave us a good two hour preach and a lot of advice, that's a fair price for fair work.

So we buy the LSD and head home. It's still raining and cold, and I'm basically freezing my ass off. We head on the train and ride through the city. We go back to his place. My initial idea was to head home somewhat after that, but then we got home and on our computers and started reading. Being a redditor I immediately hop over to /r/LSD to check out all sorts of good advice and general information about LSD. I also hop over to erowid and read some of the basic information about dosage, effects, etc. My friend starts making a playlist with the music we thought would be nice to our trip, that we would plan a few weeks or months ahead, or so we thoght. The more we read, the more intrigued and curious we get. We had already decided that our first time was to be a mild dosage so that we would either have a good experience or no experience whatsoever. We go for a smoke and get talking. At this point we're contemplaining taking a quarter of a tab each, so, in theory, we would consume a little less than 40ug each. Not much, but the idea was just to get a slight feeling before going on "the real trip" some other day.

We head back inside and cut up the tab in a half and two quarters and take one each. I write a note for myself, as the friend who sold us the LSD had advised us to do. The damn marker wont write on my hand (I had seen a picture on here with a guy who did it and I thought it would be a cool idea). So I start writing, and the only thing I can get out of the marker is "Reality check: you're..." before the marker gives out, and I decide to finish my sentence on a piece of paper "... on acid :) have a nice trip, see you tomorrow". On the other side I write notes on the date and time taken and the dosage. We start by playing some guitar and keyboard, and it soon kick in. Very very lightly, but just above the threshold. By now it is 11 in the evening on sunday and we head out. This is a quiet neighbourhood, and the streets are almost completely empty. We go down to a nearby playground and sit on a swing. We walk around for a bit and Lucy starts hitting my friend what seems a tiny bit more than me. We both realise that this dose is probably not going to hit us very hard or at all, however it seemed that my friend was a bit more under the influence than I was.

We decide that we should try the rest of the tab and we head home and cut it up. We decided that I should get a bit more so that I could 'catch up' to my friend We put the small tabs on hour tongues and go for a walk. This is maybe around 1 hour and 20 minutes after the first tab. We head down to his garden and sit on a bench under an old chestnut tree. A bench we've apropriately named "the bench of philosophy" many years ago. This is a particular spot that I've had many great experiences on, during childhood, growing up and especially in adolescence, with various mixes between weed, cigarettes, a guitar, beer, sunshine or rain, winter or summer on different occasions. It's located on the corner of the property on a small hill facing towards the street. My friend brought his guitar and he plays a few tunes that I hum along to. People pass us on the street and some give an acknowlegding nod or say something along "sounds great, guys" (I know it probably doesn't, but I don't really care, and people are just up for a little entertainment amid their daily doings).

After sitting for a while we decide for a change in setting and head out to the streets, which, by this time have become pretty quiet. I'm still not feeling much but I'm generally feeling good, having a positive feeling about whats to come. I'm calm, yet excited. We head over to a local park which is a fairly large park. The park was renovated only a few years ago and they set up nice lighting of the trees and bushes here and there. We are curious and look at every piece of light installation along the way. I start getting very mild hallucinations, and the colors that are projected by the light hitting the plants start getting more contrast but it still really isn't that much. It's interesting and some of the thing I see with the light on the plants remind me of something similar that happened when I was on shrooms two years back.

Inside the park there is a newly renovated skate park where we sit down for a cigarette. We swallow the rest of the tab and head in. We sit quietly and the smoke is just mesmerizing. I feel as if when I smoke a cigarette, I get a bit more calm, and it seems like the effects fade away a bit, little do I know this is only the beginning. After the cigarette, we head over to a neighboring playground, which have weird little playhouses, with small holes to crawl around in. One of the playhouses has holes so small that you really have to squeeze through. It really reminds me of some dreams I've previously had where I'm out in nature on a summers day and find small weird holes or tunnels that I often have to squeeze really hard to get through. And when I finally get though I usually end up a very nice place. A small hidden stream which I can take for a ride or some sort of other really cool place. I was very claustrophobic as a child and sometimes I often take stairs over elevators. It is not very prevalent and this point in my life though. So I decide that it would be cool to try and climb in thought this tiny hole, and I emerge at the other end where I can see my friend, but it is obvious that I wont fit through, so I hop back out and decide to try one of the many rabbit holes this playground has to offer.

At this point the park is completely empty. We haven't met a single soul for ages and are not under the impression that there are other people around. We've seen the lights of some cars passing but that's it. Here we decide to head into one of the bigger holes. My friend goes first and this one is like a wooden spiral staircase that just goes round and round and up. My friend is a bit ahead of me and he's probably delightfully singing or something like that. I catch up to him and I'm right behind him, in what seems like the top of the tower.

All of a sudden he curses loudly as if he's hit his head on something really hard. I get worried that he might have smashed his head into the ceiling. But then he curses again, I ask if he's okay and he curses once more. At this point I'm starting to get worried, and go up to him and grab him, mind you we're still bent over in this small hole. He yells that someone is here hitting him and rightly enough I see the silhouette of stick swinging towards him and a voice growling something inaudible. My friend falls over and tumbles down and I'm like "what the motherfucking fuck is going on let's get the fuck out of this fuck!" I try to grab him from the ground and pull him out, don't know how well I succeeded, but we finally manage to get out. We start walking away, we're both really shocked and the adrenaline is pumping, more so in my friend than in me, because he was obviously the person who was assaulted. We hurry up and get the fuck out of there, but without running. We realize that the person is not intending to follow us, but was probably just some hobo trying to sleep or something. This experience really got us on our toes and we just needed to get out of the park into the street light and sit for a smoke to calm down.

Really shaken by this absurd and unpleasant experience, we discuss what just happened and are both recognizing that this in fact did happen and it's not something we made up. The LSD has really not kicked in that much and I'm GRATEFUL it hasn't. After a while we both calm down. I feel my friends head and feel a few bumps. He's worried he might have gotten a small concussion, but I calm him down and assure him that if he would have had that, he would probably have experienced nausea, maybe fainting etc. (had en experience not so long ago that had me check up on some symptoms) He too calmed a bit more down, still shaken and talking about this we move on.

We head on down the road and go down some streets adjacent to the park. This is where I feel it start kicking in. This is maybe 2½ hours from the first small tab and an hour or so from the second. My arms become heavy, then light and then heavy again. My body feels a bit heavy, but I'm still energized and it's not like I feel like sitting down or lying. I start to get a bit hungry (we ate a pretty decent meal just previously to taking the first tab, but still I get hungry) I also become slightly nauseated, and feel a little headache, I haven't had much water this day, but drank plenty before leaving the house, so I don't feel dehydrated and I know I'm safe. It starts kicking in for my friend too and we're both giggling, soon forgotten about the encounter with the man in the playground hut. We head home, because I had left my money there and I wanted something like a candy bar to get my blood sugar back and hopefully rid me of some of the nausea and headache.

We enter the nice and warm room, coming from the cold outside we immediately feel good. We drink a nice warm cup of tea to get some heat back into our bodies and we both really feel it kicking in at the same time, this is probably due to the nice warmth of the home and the tea. I feel really relaxed and generally good. I take the teabag and try to drop into the cup from a distance, but in stead I hit an adjacent piece of paper. I do it over and over again until the piece on paper is smeared with tea. I took a [picture](http://imgur.com/LDVDSZm) so you can see. My friends room is a bit messy, and he finds his hippie costume he got from a previous job. I put it on and find myself entering a whole new age that I haven't experienced. We put on some music and start dancing around. Some of the music doesn't say me much, but as soon as he puts on some beegees I just really feel the groove. We decide that while we're coming up it's a good idea to keep our hands busy, so we decide to clean his room while dancing to the music. And by clean I don't mean scrubbing every single corner of it, just moving some of his clothes to the closet, throwing out some trash and relocation some used cups to the kitchen. We're having a good time doing this, and we don't feel as it is something we have to do, it's just a fun way to keep occupied. We are now warm again and decide to go outside and buy said candy bar and some more tobacco.

Once again we head down to "the bench of philosophy", this time with a frisbee. We smoke a cigarette and enjoy ourselves in the comfy corner of the property. We sit down and talk for a while, we actually talk during most of the trip. Mostly we talk about how we feel, if we think we're having slight visuals, and generally about what we're experiencing. We hop over his fence onto the street (this is just a quicker way to get out of the garden) and start playing a bit frisbee. It's still cold but there is absolutely no wind and the skies have cleared. No rain, just street lights and stars. We start heading down the road as we throw the frisbee to each other. We're making some pretty decent throws, but catching it is a little harder than normal. I'm making sure I don't run into obstacles on the street.

We walk down and finally get near the shop. It's getting pretty late now, it's around 2PM (I'm assuming), but the local kebab shop is still open, so we decide to head in for something to eat. Outside the shop, a man is sitting, eating a late night kebab. He looks a bit at us, and my friend just politely nods at him. I head in and order a falafel with a salty yoghurt drink called ayran. We wait for the food, as the man outside heads in to give his plate to the chef behind the counter as he says something along the line of "what are you looking at?". I get a little nervous, as he looks like a sketchy kind of person. Promptly after this he hums something like "we're looking at the birds". My friend quickly catches this as some sort of song that I don't know about, so I chill out a bit once again. He puts out his hand as to greet me, "ArduinoSmith?" I quicly reply with "Adam?". I thought I could recognise him, a guy from my kindergarden. He disregards my reply "Oh I thought you looked like an ArduinoSmith". He must have misinterpreted my reply, or I must have stated it wrong. I thought this guy was Adam, and he thought I was Adam. He talks a bit to my friend and ask us how our night is going, so I calm down and try to gather my thoughts. I'm really confused right about now, but get that he's not Adam from the kindergarden, he's another person from my kindergarden. As he's about to walk out the door I ask him: "[Name of kindergarden]?". And he replies "yeah!" So we talk a bit, and it's fun to run into him again. He's a big guy and you can see he's seen some trouble and handled it. He seems tough, but we've made a neutral relationship. We were pals back in kindergarden, and I don't fear he would hurt me although he looks like a toughie that could and probably would rough you up pretty good over weird looks. We ask how each other are doing, I tell him he looks to be doing good for himself (he was pretty overweight back then, but now he just seem like he had trained that away). We say our goodbyes and my food is ready.

We head outside with the food, and we are laughing at things right now. I still don't see any visuals but at this time I'm pretty influenced by Lucy. We talk briefly about the latest encounter and how it was nice seeing him again etc. He probably knew we were on something. I'm sure he's tried his fair share of drugs. As I stand outside, my friend decides it would be fun if I just walk into the store with the food in my hand to buy some tobacco, and I agree. we head for the store which is right around the corner. Right before I enter I crack down laughing. I quickly gather myself and head in with the food and open drink in my hand. The lady goes behind the counter and I just start laughing hysterically. Haha, she knows, but she's probably seen worse so I disregard it. I tell her the tobacco I want as I keep laughing. I make the payment as my friend tries to strike up a small talk with her. We head back out. I feel a bit awkward about it, but I don't really care what she or anyone else thinks.

We go around the corner again and sit down to devour this delicious food. Before too long, the food is gone and we head back towards his home. I'm starting to get a bit tired, but the nausea and headache is slowly disappearing. We sit down again on the bench of philosophy and just really start to feel the trip. By now the time is around 3PM, and we start talking about all sorts of things. I get more and more tired as I lean back and just feel the trip. Mind you, we're sitting under this huge chestnut tree which has very young spring leaves. A street lamp illuminates all the fresh leaves and I start to feel a bit with one under this huge "deku tree". My friend tells me that he saw a picture of this very tree from the 1870's and it's just a small young deku. I start to think a bit about how it must feel to be a tree, just standing in the same place for decades, watching the world change around you, different kids climbing in the tree making cubby houses, growing older and eventually getting kids themselves. I can feel that a tree has a different life circle as us humans and it really is fascinating. I think a bit about what happens to me when I'm gone. I decompose, I recompose to take the form of other things. Soil, plants, air. The borrowed molecules that make up my body will in a timely manner become part of the world around me, the earth, the universe. And I don't feel bad about it as I previously have. It feels right. Some of my worst fears about having a trip on acid have been to think about this too much, the fear of death that resides in some, if not all of us. (Any tips on how to tackle these kinds of thoughts in future trips and just in life are greatly appreciated)

At one point I just stare at a point in the scenery with a sort of blank look in my eyes. My vision is focused on being still and and not focused (if it makes any sense), and everything just starts to wobble around. I calmly tell my friend what is going on without losing focus of the visuals I'm seeing. He tries to do as I, and he sees it too. This is pretty wicked and it feels good. Not strong visuals but I'm more than satisfied.

It's starting to get a bit cold and I can see in the distance that the sky is becoming slightly lighter. The sun is rising, and I realise I haven't seen sun light at all during this trip so far. The time is approaching 4PM, and I feel pretty smashed and ready to go to bed, but as the light becomes more prevalent I feel like going for another walk. My friend has to go to work the next day at 11PM (he just got a new job in a café making sandwiches last week), so he's not keen on going for a long walk, but he agrees to go anyway, realizing he probably wont be able to fall asleep anyway. So we head on our way, and the scenery is just awesome. The colors of the skies are really mesmerizing and just keep on becoming more so. The bright colors are really making me feel trippy even though the height of the trip is past us. We're finally on the first stages of the come down. I start to feel a new kind of calm and my thoughts feel clean, firm and aware.

We head towards the light, and at this point the light from the sky is making the plants look very colorful and intense. I can see each new branch that has emerged after the winter stopped and the birds are lightly singing. We reach a wall. This is where the trains run through, and we decide to head up on the empty trains station. No trains leaving until 45 minutes - nice, we'll have the place to ourselves for a bit. I look up and it hits me. There is a perfect clear view over the horizon, we're raised above the streets and we can the sky is just absolutely gorgeous. I feel in control of my body again but the colors and contrasts is just overwhelming. We stand there and talk for a while. We talk about the trip we took to Australia together and how a psychedelic trip like this in a lot of ways is similar to going on travels. It reminded me of the time I was on mushrooms in Australia where I had talked about the exact same thing. I remember thinking back to the time I had there and some of the people I met. I think about how there are many paths to choose in life, but ultimately you can only take one. That path will be strung up by the many choices the future holds into one string that is the past path you have already taken. Your choice of path ahead is a product of your past choices taken and your future recursively interacts your past. I told my friend that I hadn't regretted a single decision I made on my trip to Australia as it would have interfered with the path I ended up taking and I ultimately wouldn't have met the people I met and had the experiences I had. Much like my trip on mushrooms, on the come down I was in a very reflective state of mind.

We head on down to the street level again and decide to go under the trains tracks and head towards the harbor for a closer look of the sky and horizon. We come to a big street and the traffic is increasing. People are getting up for their morning runs, their trips to the bakery or to work. We come down to the harbor and we can either take go left or right around the water. I see a man on the left side, and wanting some privacy I direct us to the right. We go past a corner and see three people standing there. At first they look to be some sort of harbor workers in their uniform, but I very quickly discover that one of them is a guy from a towing company and the two other are cops in uniform. Holy crap! I really don't want to talk to the police right now, as my pupils are probably extremely dilated and they would find out. Like in a bad movie we turn around saying something along the line of "Hey why don't we go this ways instead" We try to play it cool and sit down by the water to smoke a cigarette. I try to strike up conversation with my friend about how my brother has sailed the seas on sailing boats, but I'm still really fucking terrified with the police standing more or less 50 meters away. I try to calm down and talk to my friend and play it cool, but suddenly they're walking towards us. Crap crap crap! I'm not really tripping like I was before and I'm able to control myself pretty well right now, but the thought of me looking them in the eyes is not very pleasant.

"Hey folks what are you up to?" They ask us. Well I’m on fucking LSD but I don’t want you to know. I'm really fucking terrified right now, even though it is not technically illegal to be on LSD and we don't have anything illegal on us, the situation could just turn out really unpleasant. "We just had a few beers and decided to come here before going home" one of us replies. "Okay, we just wanted to make sure you don't fall into the water or anything". My friend is really good with striking up conversation and leading the attention elsewhere he replies jokingly: "Don't worry we're not that intoxicated anymore, haha", really playing with fire, but still playing it cool. I then ask if they've had a nice shift, and if they just got to work, no they've been working all night. "So where have you been tonight?" they ask, my friend replies that we just had a couple of beers around the park and such (public intoxication and consumption of alcohol is not illegal where I'm from). The officer then asks us when how long we've been here. I try to stutter something along the line of "You guys just saw us arrive, so we haven't been here long, did anything happen?" "Yeah, a car has been driven into the harbor, but nobody was in it." "I'm glad to hear that no one was hurt" I reply. He then proceeds to ask us why we're here, it doesn't seem like a place young people such as you would go so early in the morning. And my friend swiftly replies that this is exactly why we like to come here. I should note that my friend was a practicing magician and he also enjoys and is good at telling small lies to random people when we're out in town, just to make things a bit more funny and entertaining, so this skill really comes in helpful right here, can't express how happy I am for that. The cops turn around and walk back to talk to the towing guy. We finish our cigarettes and are then again happy to be on our ways. Phew, dodged that bullet I think to myself, relieved.

Shocked from the second rather unpleasant encounter of the night we head back home. We're really happy that the encounter with the hobo and the encounter with the cops happened before and after the peak of the trip, and they really pose as a tip to us that the setting is really important. If we had either of these two incidents happen to us during the midst of our high, we would probably very quickly run into some sort of bad trip, but being what it is we just took it as an experience.

As we approach home the skies are now so bright and the colors appear as pastels covering the sky, the buildings and the streets, making the entirety of the view look like a painting. We get back home and sit down on the porch with a glass of milk to enjoy the last cigarette and the view of the sky. I put on some comfy slippers and sit down in the their outside couch. We talk about some of our experiences and I feel extremely safe, like I have a big pillow covering my entire body, engulfing it with warmth and satety. I feel my head clearing up and what seemed as an entangled mess in my mind now seems sorted out and clear. The sun is almost up and we head inside to try and sleep. We go into his room and I start dressing for bedtime. I pull out my computer and plug it into power. As I plug it in I feel a strange sensation of being back on the grid, interconnected with millions of other people. I feel tired, but my thoughts are firing around. My friend goes into another room to sleep, but comes back after a few minutes and we have one last dance of the night. I tuck myself in, and start looking at some of the cools things I had found earlier on this very subreddit. My friend comes in one last time and tells me that he's having this weird stream of thoughts taking him all sorts of places. I decide to close the computer and try the same. My thoughts fire around all weird, but not too weird places. I start to think of a girl I had sex with the day before and how nice it was, how I enjoyed holding another person close to me and kissing her, caressing her, being caressed, her soft body and lips, her eyes, our mutual jokes. The pleasant thoughts are just what I needed to fall asleep.