Last night, at Sea of Dreams in SF, I died and became a vibration. No really.
I been a psychonaut for years. I took L for the first time at 14, some 15 years ago, and have tripped regularly on just about everything since, many, many times puddling myself with 10+ his of L, but last night was by far the most intense, positive psychedelic experience I have ever had.
Ego death? Guess so..
I was dancing with my girl and some friends and, well, I'll try and explain as best I can but this experience doesn't really lend itself to words. I am not sure exactly which of these things happened when, as time didn't seem to exist in the conventional sense so my recall may be out of order, but here it i

