Here is a bit from the book I am currently writing, about being an LSD research subject in 1964:
The evening before I took LSD, I stayed at the apartment of a friend who was living down the peninsula not far from the International Foundation for Advanced Studies. Vivian had been in France with me when we were both at the Stanford campus there, and once back in California we had roomed together. I felt very comfortable with her. We speculated on what might happen with the LSD and we swapped family tales. She and I both had brilliant, talkative fathers.
After a light breakfast, I arrived at IFAS on the morning of June 18, nervous and excited. The room where I was to take the LSD was more like a living room than an office. I looked around at the art on the walls and Bob gave my dose of LSD. If he told me what the size of the dose was, I didn’t remember it.
Before the LSD took effect, I stretched out on the comfortable sofa and wondered what kinds of experiences others had had on it. As requested, I had brought some records of favorite music, symphonies. I chose Brahms to start with, and Bob put it on the record player. He helped me put on some large headphones and he pulled a light afghan over me. “Let us know if you want anything,” he said. “Somebody will be near you the whole time.”
I nodded, closed my eyes, and let the music wash over me. Nothing seemed different and I wondered if the LSD would really affect me. Maybe some people didn’t react.
But I began to feel the symphony throughout my body, all the way to my toes. That was different. What was going on? I shifted uneasily. The trip had started all right.