A little while ago, a friend and I took LSD together. It was his first time, and he took around 120µg. I’d done it once before, and I took around 300µg.
At first, we were just hanging out and watching videos. After a while, though, he started having a really rough time. He tried to lie down and sleep, but he kept laughing to himself, suddenly becoming terrified, saying things that made no sense, sitting up out of nowhere, and then lying back down again.
I was also tripping pretty hard, but I sat next to him and tried to stay grounded by meditating. I mainly wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt himself or try to go outside.
He seemed extremely aware of me the whole time. In particular, he kept acting out the scene from Fullmetal Alchemist where Ed sees Al on the other side of the Gate and shouts, “Wait for me. I’ll come back for you.”
He would suddenly sit up, reach his hand toward me, repeat the line, lie back down, and then do the same thing again later.
At one point, he suddenly apologized to me.
“Just ignore everything I’m saying right now. I don’t want to say any of this.”
Then, out of nowhere, he said:
“You dress like absolute shit.”
Right after saying it, he looked distressed and said, “Fuck, I don’t want to say things like that. I’m sorry. Just ignore me.”
I didn’t want the mood to become even heavier, so I laughed and said something like:
“Dude, what the fuck, I barely go anywhere besides work and home. Why would I even buy nice clothes?”
He didn’t really respond. He just seemed to disappear back into whatever was happening inside his head.
After that, he kept doing things that looked like he was repeatedly creating and destroying something, until he eventually fell asleep.
The next day, he told me that during the trip, he felt like he was constantly moving through different worlds, like in Doctor Strange. At different points, he felt like he was the person praying, then the prayer itself, then God, then a demon.
His sense of who he was kept changing from one world to the next.
Whenever he felt himself returning to reality, he used me as an anchor. While he was constantly shifting between being God, a demon, a worshipper, or someone else entirely, I was still sitting in the same place, meditating.
He said I looked like a seated stone Buddha.
He also said that the strange things he said felt similar to the characters in Get Out saying or doing things against their own will. He could hear himself speaking, but it didn’t feel like he was the one choosing the words.
At one point, he even wondered whether I was somehow leading him into saying those things by asking suggestive questions, even though I wasn’t really questioning him at all.
Later, both of us mentioned The Anthem of the Heart.
There’s a scene where Naruse says something like, “Now I’m going to hurt you with cruel words,” and then tells the other person, “You smell.”
It isn’t really because she hates him. It feels more like her fear and guilt about how words can hurt people finally exploding outward.
The way my friend told me I dressed like shit and then immediately became upset about saying it reminded us both of that scene.
At the time, I laughed it off. The next day, he already seemed guilty and embarrassed about what had happened, so I decided not to bring it up again.
Still, I’d be lying if I said the comment didn’t stick with me.
I really don’t care much about clothes. I mostly just go to work and come home, so it wasn’t a completely random insult. It touched on something about myself that I already knew.
That said, I don’t see it as some perfect revelation of his hidden feelings or his unconscious mind. Things said on LSD can be a mixture of ordinary thoughts, random associations, fear, confusion, and thoughts that become harder to suppress precisely because you’re trying not to say them.
Looking back, I also don’t think the Fullmetal Alchemist gesture was necessarily a promise he was making to me.
It may have been a promise he was making to the part of himself that still existed in reality.
“As long as you’re still there, I can travel through any number of worlds and still find my way back.”
And when I laughed off what he said instead of getting angry, maybe that communicated something similar.