Last weekend I finally experienced a psychedelic crisis situation that I couldn’t personally handle, and it’s been bothering me ever since.. Maybe talking about it here can give me better perspective on how I might do things differently if there is ever a next time.
I was at a festival having an absolutely amazing time. The sound systems were all on point, everyone seemed in high spirits, great underground artists, and of course good drugs
It was the last night and I decided to go pretty hard. I ended up taking 2.5 hits LSD (equal to my largest dose ever, one time earlier), 40mg 5-MAPB, 180mg MDMA, 5mg d-amp, bumps of K and some DMT. I was really out there but nothing I can’t handle.
It was like 1-2am and I couldn’t dance any longer so left my wife to her own devices in the crowd and went back to camp.
Upon returning I saw a tent had popped up where there was a space, probably one nighters. I could hear what sounded almost like some tripped out poetry at first but it quickly became obvious this girl was spiraling in her own thoughts and verbalizing them as she went.
Here’s a little blurb of how it would go: “So you know it’s just context, right? Like my mom, you know I’m scared of her, but yet I’m like her you know? Context.” Someone would try to give her water and she’d say: “water, water, break, wet, water.”
She would cycle through emotions and thoughts, when things ever got too intense she’s begin to cry but then reign herself in with this light whip she was playing with. Saying “lights, fractals, context, lights, tiny little fractals..” etc.
In this tent was also another girl who would occasionally whimper and cry, also in a similar state. They were feeding off each other and their delusions. This other girl occasionally bringing up her own traumas, like rape from her step father.
Now being deep in my own trip this was very unpleasant to be right next to but for the first hour I just kept my eyes and ears on the situation in hopes it would resolve itself. Unfortunately it seemed if anything to be escalating.
I could hear the guys with the girls not really knowing what to do, one guy at one point said “I just don’t know what’s happening right now, like what do I even do?”
After about an hour I couldn’t take it anymore and went up to the tent and told them I completely understand where they are right now and that a benzodiazepine like lorazepam or Xanax can help. They kind of laughed at me and the girl spouting off more or less told me she didn’t need them.
These guys were essentially letting these tripping girls make all the decisions..
I went back to my site and gave it another 30-45min before offering yet again, this time one of the guys just walked away all pissed off leaving two guys left there to supervise this shit show.
Again they got pissed, and seemed agitated I’d even offer.. I tried my best to use a calm voice and explain how sometimes in rough deep trips they are needed but to no avail. I tried explaining that there are tons of other people around also having their own experiences and this unloading of trauma is effecting more then just their tent. Again I more or less got nothing from them.
I left them yet again for another 30min. Now the other girl has progressed to a stage where they are both absolutely losing it. I walk up and kind of angrily ask if they have this under control, one guy says “dude don’t make this like a thing.” And I went off, “this has been a thing for hours now man, it’s getting worse.” Again nothing, no cooperation.
I get completely fed up and yell “fuck this guys, this is clearly not under control, I’m going to get fucking medical!!!” And ran off to grab my wife.
I stupidly stayed away for awhile, because honestly part of me did wonder if I was creating a scene unnecessarily. Maybe I was the one tripping the fuck out? So I danced and cooled off before heading back to camp, not getting medical after all.
I hear things are worse then ever, only one guy in the tent and he’s wrapped around one girl talking demonically. She’s screaming bloody murder, and talking about things I almost can’t repeat. A neighbor comes to my door and asks, “did you get medical?” I say “no I went and cooled off, not sure if I was being unreasonable or not.” He then goes “it’s time now, while you were gone they took a knife and cut open a stuffed animal and spread its insides everywhere.”
I tell him to run to medical while I stay and watch. Glad I did cuz the girl being held down starts screaming that she’s “going to kill us all!” “Give me the knife!!!” And she begins wrestling with him. I try to get the knife from the guy but he refuses and swears hes got it, I damn near knock the fucker out but didn’t want to further agitate these girls so just back off and continue watching. My thought was at this point just to protect everyone outside the craziness going on in the tent.
Medical is taking forever so I begin praying. And this is where it gets fucked, the girl or demon inside of her began speaking to me. Inside I’m praying “please rid this girl of these demons.” Then as I did she says in a demonic voice “I’m not going anywhere! No! You can’t make me!”
Medical eventually arrived and I pulled up a chair to watch cuz sleeping at this point was a pipe dream. She screamed and kicked and bit as they tried to calm her down and eventually hauled her away to I presume the hospital.
The other girl was a bit calmer by now but still fought as her friend got carted away. The whole scene made me sick to watch and couldn’t help to feel all sorts of emotions about it all.
Since all this has happened I’ve been processing it majorly, i think I did the right thing but I still wish it could’ve been resolved the easy way “in house” with a simple benzo. I had people making me feel like I was being unreasonable but that ended up making me wait on getting medical until things got way too out of control. I think most of all I’m pissed off at the guys with those girls for not doing a single thing and letting it progress to that point. I know if I was tripping that hard my people would get a benzo in me one way or another, as a stranger I can’t give some random girl a pill it needs to be one of their friends.
During the ordeal countless others came up offering benzos and/or trying to talk them into taking them.
While I’m the last person to ever go get the authorities I can’t think of how I could’ve done different.
It seems this was a group of younger people coming in for one night and wanted to play catch up on the drugs only to pay dearly for it.
I’ve left a ton out cuz it was quite the night but that’s the general gist of it. The next day it sounds like pretty much everyone at the festival was effected by the incident in some way, so part of me is glad it was me camped next to them cuz maybe other people wouldn’t have done anything. Whatever the case it was one hell of a buzzkill lol.
I guess my question is, what could I have done or said different to make it go better? I’m not gonna be too hard on myself given my own dosing but I wish I had said something better to calm the girls down and give a better sense of security. I felt any time I tried talking to them it only further agitated the situation yet nothing was being done by their own party so I was conflicted.
-GC
I was at a festival having an absolutely amazing time. The sound systems were all on point, everyone seemed in high spirits, great underground artists, and of course good drugs
It was the last night and I decided to go pretty hard. I ended up taking 2.5 hits LSD (equal to my largest dose ever, one time earlier), 40mg 5-MAPB, 180mg MDMA, 5mg d-amp, bumps of K and some DMT. I was really out there but nothing I can’t handle.
It was like 1-2am and I couldn’t dance any longer so left my wife to her own devices in the crowd and went back to camp.
Upon returning I saw a tent had popped up where there was a space, probably one nighters. I could hear what sounded almost like some tripped out poetry at first but it quickly became obvious this girl was spiraling in her own thoughts and verbalizing them as she went.
Here’s a little blurb of how it would go: “So you know it’s just context, right? Like my mom, you know I’m scared of her, but yet I’m like her you know? Context.” Someone would try to give her water and she’d say: “water, water, break, wet, water.”
She would cycle through emotions and thoughts, when things ever got too intense she’s begin to cry but then reign herself in with this light whip she was playing with. Saying “lights, fractals, context, lights, tiny little fractals..” etc.
In this tent was also another girl who would occasionally whimper and cry, also in a similar state. They were feeding off each other and their delusions. This other girl occasionally bringing up her own traumas, like rape from her step father.
Now being deep in my own trip this was very unpleasant to be right next to but for the first hour I just kept my eyes and ears on the situation in hopes it would resolve itself. Unfortunately it seemed if anything to be escalating.
I could hear the guys with the girls not really knowing what to do, one guy at one point said “I just don’t know what’s happening right now, like what do I even do?”
After about an hour I couldn’t take it anymore and went up to the tent and told them I completely understand where they are right now and that a benzodiazepine like lorazepam or Xanax can help. They kind of laughed at me and the girl spouting off more or less told me she didn’t need them.
These guys were essentially letting these tripping girls make all the decisions..
I went back to my site and gave it another 30-45min before offering yet again, this time one of the guys just walked away all pissed off leaving two guys left there to supervise this shit show.
Again they got pissed, and seemed agitated I’d even offer.. I tried my best to use a calm voice and explain how sometimes in rough deep trips they are needed but to no avail. I tried explaining that there are tons of other people around also having their own experiences and this unloading of trauma is effecting more then just their tent. Again I more or less got nothing from them.
I left them yet again for another 30min. Now the other girl has progressed to a stage where they are both absolutely losing it. I walk up and kind of angrily ask if they have this under control, one guy says “dude don’t make this like a thing.” And I went off, “this has been a thing for hours now man, it’s getting worse.” Again nothing, no cooperation.
I get completely fed up and yell “fuck this guys, this is clearly not under control, I’m going to get fucking medical!!!” And ran off to grab my wife.
I stupidly stayed away for awhile, because honestly part of me did wonder if I was creating a scene unnecessarily. Maybe I was the one tripping the fuck out? So I danced and cooled off before heading back to camp, not getting medical after all.
I hear things are worse then ever, only one guy in the tent and he’s wrapped around one girl talking demonically. She’s screaming bloody murder, and talking about things I almost can’t repeat. A neighbor comes to my door and asks, “did you get medical?” I say “no I went and cooled off, not sure if I was being unreasonable or not.” He then goes “it’s time now, while you were gone they took a knife and cut open a stuffed animal and spread its insides everywhere.”
I tell him to run to medical while I stay and watch. Glad I did cuz the girl being held down starts screaming that she’s “going to kill us all!” “Give me the knife!!!” And she begins wrestling with him. I try to get the knife from the guy but he refuses and swears hes got it, I damn near knock the fucker out but didn’t want to further agitate these girls so just back off and continue watching. My thought was at this point just to protect everyone outside the craziness going on in the tent.
Medical is taking forever so I begin praying. And this is where it gets fucked, the girl or demon inside of her began speaking to me. Inside I’m praying “please rid this girl of these demons.” Then as I did she says in a demonic voice “I’m not going anywhere! No! You can’t make me!”
Medical eventually arrived and I pulled up a chair to watch cuz sleeping at this point was a pipe dream. She screamed and kicked and bit as they tried to calm her down and eventually hauled her away to I presume the hospital.
The other girl was a bit calmer by now but still fought as her friend got carted away. The whole scene made me sick to watch and couldn’t help to feel all sorts of emotions about it all.
Since all this has happened I’ve been processing it majorly, i think I did the right thing but I still wish it could’ve been resolved the easy way “in house” with a simple benzo. I had people making me feel like I was being unreasonable but that ended up making me wait on getting medical until things got way too out of control. I think most of all I’m pissed off at the guys with those girls for not doing a single thing and letting it progress to that point. I know if I was tripping that hard my people would get a benzo in me one way or another, as a stranger I can’t give some random girl a pill it needs to be one of their friends.
During the ordeal countless others came up offering benzos and/or trying to talk them into taking them.
While I’m the last person to ever go get the authorities I can’t think of how I could’ve done different.
It seems this was a group of younger people coming in for one night and wanted to play catch up on the drugs only to pay dearly for it.
I’ve left a ton out cuz it was quite the night but that’s the general gist of it. The next day it sounds like pretty much everyone at the festival was effected by the incident in some way, so part of me is glad it was me camped next to them cuz maybe other people wouldn’t have done anything. Whatever the case it was one hell of a buzzkill lol.
I guess my question is, what could I have done or said different to make it go better? I’m not gonna be too hard on myself given my own dosing but I wish I had said something better to calm the girls down and give a better sense of security. I felt any time I tried talking to them it only further agitated the situation yet nothing was being done by their own party so I was conflicted.
-GC
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