In my second year at University, I was lucky enough to share a flat with two of the greatest guys in the world (lets call them S and M). We had all had our fair share of tripped-out experiences and were not exactly newcomers to the psychedelic world. One day in early November '94, circumstances caused me to have 5 strong tabs in my pocket (they were 'planets', i think). Anyway M and I decided to have 3/4 each, you know, just to see. At the time we were up in the arcade at our Student Union, playing Vitua-Racing and Mortal-Kombat. After about 1/2 an hour we could feel ourselves coming up, and started laughing at all the flashing lights. At that point S arrived, and he took 1/2 of a tab, intending to take more later. M and I were wandering about the arcade laughing in hysterics at everything. Eventually we came to leave, and on the way home, it really started to hit M and I hard. We stopped outside a shop for munchies and S had to go in for me because I could hardly speak. M was dancing about on the pavement outside in full view of everybody, which caused me to collapse in stitches outside the shop. On the way back to the flat M and I wanted to go to the kid's playground just down from our flat, so we ran about like a couple of 7 year olds. At this point S took us aside and claimed that he wasn't getting anything, so he took another 1 tab and M and I took another 3/4. This was about 1 hour after we took the first so we weren't even peaking off that yet.All three of us had now had one and a half tabs. We made it back to the flat, and headed into S's room, and what followed I have never experienced before or since. We put on some music and I started to notice that I had no depth perception at all. The whole world looked as if it was projected on to the inside of a huge sphere that I was at the center of. Everything looked exactly the same distance away.With no reference as to where the walls ended, the posters (conveniently, colourful fractals) started waving and throbbing and finally dribbling down the walls all over the sofa that M was lying on. At this point I was wondering if the others were as far gone as I was, and (almost telepathically on cue) M stood up and announced to both of us that he was 'quite violently tripping out of his nut'. At this point I just remember a huge euphoric rush as the whole world around me started swirling CONTROLLABLY. It is strange the way your concept of the 'whole world' changes. It wasnt just visual swirling, but concepts, perceptions, context and meaning were suddenly displaced into this vortex that I had complete control over. Sensing a lack of communication, S, by now also out of his tits, started his usual brand of light conversation. In about 5 minutes the conversation had turned into intense philosophical discussion. With 3 intelligent people in the room discussing the future of everything, ideas were bouncing back and forth at a furious pace. Suddenly, nothing outside the room, or even inside the room, bar the 3 of us,mattered. I remember this incredible sense of purpose, destiny and above all unity, not only with S and M, but with the whole universe. At this point, M's girlfriend arrived and then the trip degenerated into farce, as we were unable to perform simple tasks without assistance ( I remember her feeding M because he couldnt remember how to use a fork!) We went out that night, still out of it, and I remember dancing to the Stone Roses and feeling better than I had in my whole life. Just one more thing... There is nothing to fear except fear itself.