A Psychedelic Odyssey: 32 Hours in the Grip of a Relentless Trip

Table of Contents

  • Introduction
  • The Carpet Shop Nightmare
    • The Fan and Underwater Illusions
    • Auditory Hallucinations and Discomfort
  • The Never-Ending Trip
    • Multiple Realities and Mundane Visuals
    • Struggles with Time and Functionality
  • The Slow Descent: Coming Down
    • Emotional Waves and Sensory Triggers
    • Peaking Again: The Nasal Spray Incident
    • Crying for Release
  • Lingering Effects and Physical Strain
    • Temperature Distortions and the "You're Dead" Moment
    • Exhaustion and the Heartbeat Strain
  • Conclusion

Introduction

In the realm of psychedelic experiences, time often warps and stretches into surreal proportions. What might seem like a brief moment can feel like an eternity, and such was the case during my 32-hour trip on LSD. This was no ordinary journey; instead of finding euphoria or enlightenment, I was plunged into a never-ending series of bizarre and sometimes unsettling sensations. From the hallucinatory nightmare of a carpet shop to the eerie distortions of sound and temperature, this trip was an odyssey that left me exhausted and questioning reality.

The Carpet Shop Nightmare

The Fan and Underwater Illusions

It all began with what should have been a typical LSD trip. However, after 14 hours of waiting for the high to fade, it became clear that I wasn’t coming down. The visuals weren’t calming—they were intensifying. I found myself trapped in what I can only describe as a “carpet shop hell,” a strange mental space where every time I closed my eyes to sleep, a voice reminded me, "Well, you haven't bought that carpet yet." No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, I was stuck in this bizarre retail limbo.

Adding to the oddity, the fan in my room began to sound as if it were underwater. The visuals followed suit, and soon I felt as though I was submerged in a fish tank, becoming one with the lifeless fish I’d once observed. The underwater theme was both disorienting and haunting, especially since it was accompanied by unsettling auditory distortions.

Auditory Hallucinations and Discomfort

As the hallucinations deepened, the auditory distortions became more pronounced. The music I was listening to started bleeding into my throat, creating an uncomfortable sensation that made me feel nauseous. The trip wasn’t just about visuals anymore; the sounds were actively contributing to my discomfort, making me question whether this experience would ever end.

The Never-Ending Trip

Multiple Realities and Mundane Visuals

Even after hours of tripping, my consciousness remained split across multiple realities. I was simultaneously on a cruise ship, in a disco, and still trapped in the carpet shop. Each reality had its own distinct feeling, but none of them seemed quite right. The visuals, while intriguing in their own way, were oddly mundane—nothing spectacular or profound. The odd part was that it took 11 hours to reach this point, and during most of that time, I was practically incapacitated, unable to do anything productive.

What frustrated me the most was the realization that I could have spent those 11 hours doing something else and gotten it over with. Instead, I was caught in a trip that felt like an actual marathon, with each new experience taking me to strange places I hadn’t signed up for. After all, I didn’t take LSD to end up in a never-ending carpet shop.

The Slow Descent: Coming Down

Emotional Waves and Sensory Triggers

Finally, around 6am—about 20 hours into the trip—the intensity began to ease. I was no longer trapped in the carpet shop, but the effects of the LSD lingered, preventing me from getting any real sleep. By the time 9pm rolled around, I had been awake for a total of 32 hours, and the effects still hadn’t completely worn off. Unable to rest, I occupied myself by messing around on my computer, though I was still experiencing auditory distortions and faint geometric patterns in my vision.

At one point, I took a long, hot shower in an attempt to reset my mind and body. Afterward, I headed to the store to buy some food and nasal decongestants for my boyfriend. Oddly enough, the moment I smelled the nasal spray, my visuals returned with full force, almost as if I was peaking again—nearly 24 hours after taking the LSD. This led me to believe that my repeated peaks throughout the trip were triggered by sudden changes in scent.

Peaking Again: The Nasal Spray Incident

The nasal spray incident was a startling reminder of how deeply the LSD had altered my sensory perceptions. Even the most mundane triggers—like a change in smell—could send me spiraling back into intense hallucinations. The fact that this happened so long after taking the drug was both fascinating and unsettling, as it made me realize that the trip was far from over.

Crying for Release

Throughout the trip, I experienced intense emotional swings, crying over everything, whether it was happy or sad. In a strange way, I began seeking out things that would make me cry, believing that if I could cry enough, I might eventually release enough emotion to allow myself to sleep. This emotional rollercoaster added another layer of complexity to the trip, making it feel like a psychological purging as much as a psychedelic experience.

Lingering Effects and Physical Strain

Temperature Distortions and the "You're Dead" Moment

Another aspect of the trip that disturbed me was the temperature distortion I experienced throughout the night. At one point, while lying in bed, my body temperature dropped so low—even though the heating was on—that I began to hallucinate that my boyfriend had grabbed my wrist and whispered, "YOU'RE DEAD." This sent me into a spiral of confusion and anxiety, and I had to message a friend online to reassure myself that neither I nor my boyfriend was actually dead. The hallucination was so vivid that it shook me to my core.

Exhaustion and the Heartbeat Strain

By the end of the 32 hours, my body felt completely exhausted. My heartbeat felt strained, but I suspected that this was more due to the physical toll of staying awake for so long than the drug itself. The combination of emotional exhaustion, physical discomfort, and lingering hallucinations made the end of this trip feel like an uphill battle toward normalcy.

Conclusion

The 32-hour journey I experienced on LSD was unlike any other trip I’ve taken. What started as a seemingly ordinary psychedelic adventure turned into a relentless and at times uncomfortable series of hallucinations, sensory distortions, and emotional extremes. From being trapped in a never-ending carpet shop to hallucinating about my own death, the trip took me to places I didn’t expect—and frankly, didn’t want to go. As intense as the experience was, I learned that sometimes, even the most mundane triggers can have profound effects when under the influence of psychedelics, and that a trip can last far longer than you’d ever anticipate.