600ug trip report

Well. This is going to be a tough one.

I haven't written a trip report in a while. Not even on my 11.1g shroom trip, since I couldn't even find the words to describe it, but here goes nothing.

11:30pm rolls around, and I'm running out if LAD. I have 12 hits left, some of which I can't even find (long story), which isn't really much for me since I share with friends a lot. My SO decides that she'd like to do 250ug, since 300ug was too much and 200ug was not as intense as she'd like. And I had been tripping on 300-400ug for the last few trips and decided it was time to go big or go home. I had heard a friend say over a Skype Convo "my highest dose was 600ug..and I don't even want to know what there is past that". That alone dared my curiosity. I had to try it. My highest previous dose was 400ug, and I wanted to get hyperslapped, so 600ug it was.

My SO takes 250ug, I take 300ug, then 300ug more 5minutes after. "Well...there's no taking it back now" usually, since I'm the one with more experience, I take care of my SO, but I told her, this time would be different.

Between the 20-40minute mark, I just felt a little confused, and stupid. I started playing a round of Paragon on PS4 in my living room, while listening my trippy playlist, with nothing but my TV lighting the room, with my SO sitting on a couch behind me. Minute 50 rolls by and for some reason I decided I didn't want to sit in the chair. So I moved it out of the way and sat on the floor, and it was super comfy. Spontaneously, I felt like meditating, so I shut off the TV, turned up the music a bit, criss crossed my legs, closed my eyes, set my back straight, and rested my forearms on my legs.

It hadn't been more than a minute before I fell deep into the rabbit hole. It felt as if I had just put down the pipe after a third deep DMT hit, right as the rocket I was strapped to was taking off.

Before I knew it I was falling down fractal tunnels, like falling through a worm hole. I started falling a little too fast and got frightened, so I opened my eyes. This didn't help, it only made it worse. I woke up a foreign place, which scared the fuck out of me. The OEV's where unlike anything I had ever seen before. I was seeing my life and the universe around me crumble into little pieces, I saw my life ending before me. Like witnessing the big bang in reverse over the course of 2 seconds. Scary and beautiful all at the same time.

Terrified, I look behind me.

"BABE 😧 Where are you? Why is it dark? Am I dying? Did I die? Where am I? Help me?"

I look around and it appears the walls around me are strobing with what appears to be lines of horizontal yellow, white, blue, and black lines, on a colorless black void of a wall. Behind me, my SO only looks like a black outline, a silhouette, like a cloaked invisible figure in front of the crazy black strobing walls.

"You turned the light off..."

"No I didn't. Help me, I'm dying"

"No you're not. You're fine"

SO turns the light on

"Oh, am I dreaming?"

"No babe, you're tripping"

"Okay we need to go to your room, I'm tripping to hard for the living room"

"..okay"

Though brief. This is the first time I've experienced ego death on LSD. Though I have on DMT, and I've had ego distortion on shrooms.

We proceeded to relocate to our bedroom. Soon I started peaking. I sat in a chair, in front of my girlfriend as she sat on her bed. I went into a loop. My sanity was in her hands. I held her hands worried and confused.

"Help me :("

"Why? What's wrong?

"I don't know, I'm just lost"

I felt lost and scared. Like a child that lost his mom at the grocery store. Anything I'd look at for more than a second I'd fall into. Any little creases in the carpet, any patters on the sheets, my girlfriends eyes. Anything. As if I was a microscopic organism and I was falling into anything I'd look at. My SO helped calm me down by pulling out a coloring book we've working on. Coloring in the eyes of the own, she looked at me, smiling. This out at ease.

I looked at my stopwatch to see how long it had been since I dropped. Usually time feels slowed down, but this time, it was completely warped. It meant nothing. I don't understand them any more than I would Egyptian hieroglyphics.

Eventually I calmed down. I sat on the floor, put on music, and a eye cover, criss crossed as before, and enjoyed the CEV's the music made for me. It was beautiful. Like a visualizer in my head, I loved it. I did this for (I think) 1-2 hours.

I wanted water, so I went into my kitchen, last the living room. I saw my dogs, and they seemed so alien to me. Like a creature in No Man's Sky that I had never seen before. So abstract and weird. I danced to the music as I walked back to the room, only to realize I didn't actually have my headsets on. What the fuck? I was vividly playing music in my head...this is awesome, especially while showering.

The comedown was...well...weird. It was very confusing. I was just pricing together everything. Like I had dropped a clay vase, broke it, and was trying to put it back together with glue one piece at a time. I was just relearning everything. How to walk, how to talk, how to brush my teeth and wash my hands.

I tripped until 10pm the following night, when I finally crashed and fell asleep, though until the next morning, I didn't think I'd ever come back from it. Over all an amazing trip, and though it was a lot to deal with, I can't wait to do it (a high dose) again , though maybe not for a few weeks.

Thanx for reading :)

Edit: I can't believe I forgot to mention this. At times, I'd go completely deaf. I'm guessing at about the hour mark, my girlfriend would look at me, talk, and it'd be as if she was on the other side of a glass window, but I could hear myself.

I'd be waiving my hands like "hey! Do you hear me? Are you there?" And I could see her mouth moving, but nothing would come out.