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[Bad Trip Subthread] Describe your worst psychedelic experience(s)!

from my own experience with ego-shattering mushroom trips, you were confronting some very deep-seated issues within yourself. whether you believe in plant spirits as teachers or not, you can see these things inside you and you know how to change them. meditate on the negative feelings you had, and think about why they were negative. what would have been the positive to balance it out? you are very close to some serious breakthrough, it just takes work. the lecture may have been quick and painful, but the journey is always long and rewarding.

i believe most bad trips spiral out of control because you instinctively say "NO" to a bad thought. unfortunately because you are tripping hard, the thought of "NO" brings to mind an even worse "NO" image, which you reject with another "NO"... if you get a 'bad thought' try to just chant a confirming mantra. "YES" is a wonderful word, or you can make up your own. only when you learn to accept the images that your own brain puts together, will you be in for a fully immersive experience.
 
I the 2nd half i was saying my parent's names and saying sorry i fucked up my life, i won't take drugs ever again (i even cried) and saying stuff like: "atleast im alive" and "atleast im concious" over and over again in order not to forget it.

You should come to accept your drug use (assuming you are responsible with it). Other than that, I think you did not give enough details for us to tell. Talk to your friends that were there about what you were doing.
 
^ Yeah it sounds like the mushrooms brought up a clash of morals in relation to your drug use, which can most definitely send the experience in the other direction.
 
i believe most bad trips spiral out of control because you instinctively say "NO" to a bad thought. unfortunately because you are tripping hard, the thought of "NO" brings to mind an even worse "NO" image, which you reject with another "NO"... if you get a 'bad thought' try to just chant a confirming mantra. "YES" is a wonderful word, or you can make up your own. only when you learn to accept the images that your own brain puts together, will you be in for a fully immersive experience.

^ I agree. I think that the negative ideation you experienced during your "bad" trips were just magnifications of some psychological issues that you haven't really worked through in sober life.

We all engage in ways of thinking that we've developed as defenses against experiences in life, for instance psychological or physical abuse, that we weren't able to change or address with action because we were too young/powerless to be able to do so.

My first few LSD trips were magnificent. My perception of the external world became richer and I loved it. It was like re-reading a book that I'd read as a young kid, but that I wasn't able to understand fully. When I re-read it as someone with a little more life experience, I was able to enjoy all of these new and complex thoughts.

The next couple of trips, on LSD and mushrooms respectively, were challenging because I became consumed with thoughts about how much I loathed both myself and most of my actions.

It was difficult at the time, but because I became aware of these thought patterns, I was able to figure out where they came from and why I was using them as a defense against rejection/criticism that I'd experienced daily through physical and verbal abuse.

I took a break from psychedelics for a while and started meditating for the first time in my life. I also started therapy and learned some Cognitive Behavior techniques to help me to both deal with them and even use them in a productive way.

Meditation helped me to accept those thoughts for what they were and to just let them float through my awareness without freaking out and saying "NO!" to all of them, like greenmeanies said. I think it's natural to hate and reject thoughts that you think are "wrong", or that scare you or make you angry. But everyone has those thoughts and they're just one part of you, not the expression of your entire being.

Understanding and dealing with destructive negative thoughts isn't an easy process and I've continued to practice meditation. I've gone through lazy periods when I stopped meditating but I really try to keep practicing and it's helped me immensely in my struggles with depression.

Also, after I took my break from psychedelics, I was able to trip again and really enjoy it. Every trip wasn't easy, but I had the tools to accept the negative parts of the trip and usually that allowed me to move through them and enjoy the rest of the trips.

tl;dr. Try meditation to learn to accept the negative thoughts that made your trips "bad." And examine the negative thoughts to figure out where they're coming from so that you can address the source of the thoughts.

Maybe read a book on meditation and a book on Buddhist thought like Pema Chodron's When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times.

And, as others have suggested, some good MDMA might be a good choice for a next trip. Or clean LSD. If you can't find clean MDMA, please don't take it. Taking bad pills could really hinder your progress.

No matter what psychedelic you choose for your next trip, try a smaller dose. Sometimes my friends would tease me (in a very light-hearted, good-spirited way) about taking, say, half the dose that they were ingesting. But I never regretted it.
 
The 'letting go' might be very hard if not given enough room, quiet time, and privacy. I read you had a comedy movie. What I can say from my own experiences, is that when I encounter something deeply frightening or unsettling, it wont go away if I'm on heavy dose and can't get my own privacy to work the thoughts through. Needs complete silence and needs friends in another room, which is why I love our own tripping sites that allow anyone to pretty much sink away from all sight and communication.

This, of course, might not be suitable for everyone. But it is, for me, quite clear that personal insights that are scary need focus and focusing into your own mind is hard with other people and data streams ov audiovisual input, especially if you're focusing on something that revolves around your personal life, failures, short-comings and dead ends.

Shrooms are somewhat darker than most psychedelics, which doesn't help (LSD has a positive push to it, and 2C-I/C also have more of a positive push. The 2C's are also not as deep as LSD/Shrooms)
And, if you got violent on a trip, i'd definitely say you went too high on the dose.

I'd dare to remind that this is largely dependant on the individual. I've found 2C-E much deeper with it's intellectual insights than LSD. Mushrooms perhaps the most "fun" and "easy" - mostly enjoying them for uh, good time and oh so pretty colors. Oddly enough, it also seems to be quite common here in cold north, to find shroomies the easiest and LSD rather unrewarding. :)
 
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Thanks for the replies. However i must say i made a mistake, the 2nd time was pure weed not mushrooms. I know its weird for that to happen with just weed, and it wasnt really much just like 5-6 whiffs (first time was Copelandia Cyanescens about 0.8 gr). I think though that the fact that it hurt my lungs every time i inhaled could be a reason for the negativity, i mean i was really not comfortable inhaling it. I could just feel the pain in the lungs, but still i dont think thats enough of a reason for what happened. I still had the same affect as the shrooms though. The thing about being alone, its risky so ill try it when im capable ;)

Even though it was a negative experience im glad i had it. Shows how reality can be changed and how time and materialistic things dont matter when u'r in another state. Also showed how scared i can get and how negative thoughts just lead to more negative thoughts. Im supposed to realize an inner psychological problem but i really cannot think of anything special, i just didnt know how to deal with being in that state, it scared me. Hope one day ill experience the enlightening side of psychedelic drugs though.

Oh and one cool thing that happened the first time was when whenever the music stopped we came out back into the physical world and when it started playing we felt high again, i mean it happened exactly in time with the music, and the transition was really cool, u feel there is another world as well though some say its just chemicals, but just cuz its chemicals doesn't make it any less true.
 
You sound like a man in search of an entity or two - have a threadful of tales of Truth... or Just Chemicals? Goodness. First elven entity is on me :)

Or it would be if I ever get around to Doing Ma' Thang 8)

And good call on taking it slow and steady - there's a multiverse (or two, or several, or eleven) to explore and a whole fuckload of interesting pathways to get there. I find the journey is the best part :)
 
Sounds like the 'Shrooms were telling you that you need to get your life in order before taking them again.

This is very common.

Must admit I can relate to why you'd conclude that as being a possibility
 
My my most frightening and horrid experiences were two accidental overdoses on an unknown psychedelic within seven days.

The first incident was, what I thought at the time, a 2C-P overdose (70 mg) which led to my hospitalization where I was treated to every uncomfortable and painful procedure a ER has to offer
(http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=515798).

I wanted to test a unremarkable stim (Buphedrone) and mixed up the containers -at least this was what I figured originally.

The second incident was one week later when I finally came around to test the stim I as originally intended. There was no mistake this time. The RC vendor had mislabelled the bags. He sent me a very very potent unknown psychedelic -most probably of the 2C family- and packaged it with the label "Buphedrone". I overdosed again on 80mg. Very frightening, prospect. It was one of the more respected vendors. I was reminded of the bromo-dragonfly fuckup that had cost several peoples lives a while back.

This time I decided to ride it out without calling an ambulance. Imagine the pure angst and despair when I realized I had to go through the same insane nightmare AGAIN within 6 days of stumbling out of a hospital! I could'nt cry and could'nt vomit, although I sincerely wished to perform at least one of the two :)

The chemical took five hours to come up. It started with sweating profusely and uncontrollable muscle spams and got worse from there. The trip lasted over 30 hours, 24 of those at or beyond a +++. I ingested at seven pm. The night was chaotic and apocalyptic, no sleep, heavily disorientated. No music, no light, the visual and auditory distortions were to heavy anyway to comprehend any external input. Psychotic and delirious, would be a accurate descriptions of my mindset in those hours.

I loved the moment the sun came up. I spent dawn naked on my terrace. The world around me looked like a churning and swirling Van-Gogh painting -only much sharper, more precise. A naked animal, poisoned and exhausted, but thanks to the very same poison every function of it's being dialed up to 150%. I knew I would survive this, there was a way out. Felt great. I spend the day at +++, the evening at ++. I called in sick (and underneath the heavily distorted body-buzz I was), but had to type some emails, make a couple of phone calls and review some texts. In hindsight I actually produced high quality work that day, enhanced by crystal clear, super precise psychedelic thinking.

In the evening I called a friend, she picked me up and nursed me the following days. I needed several days to repair, spent mostly sleeping. 30 hours tripping hard without food or sleep took something out of me. At least no kidney pain and no skin yellowing, so maybe not to much damage :)
I could not tell her what I had done to myself, so I faked a burnout episode, which was entirely believable, since I do have a 60h per week high stress job.

Those two were, so far, the worst trips of my life. I don't regret them, especially the second one was very insightful, but I could've done without those experiences.
 
was outdoor tripping alone at nigh in city,listening dnb from my mp 3 player ...

my battery got empty,what a buzz killer.
 
high dose of unknown substance in "e" tablet (purple mercedes, think it was 2c-t-7). was convinced i was going insane. vomitted in my room and my stomache didn't even feel better after. thought i had permenetly fucked my mind. nothing good at all.
 
I.M.ing 250 mgs of DMT while on 25 mgs of 2c-e. I said my goodbyes to this world as I left it to entire the new(did think I was dying).
 
After I took DOI, thought I was going to die and ended up in the emergency room. Of course it was all in my mind, but at the time I thought I was near death. I realized that not everyone "makes it" and I thought I wasn't going to make it, I was alone and it was my fault. God wasn't going to save me this time.

The rest of the experience was horrible, made me feel like a schizophrenic. I had rhymes going around in my head (mr trevor, is so clever - on repeat for hours) and the left side of my brain felt like it was melting.

Even now it still feels like that hell is lurking around the corner.
 
The first time I did shrooms I ate 6 grams. At first I was having a great time, laughing at everything and chilling with my boyfriend and my friends. I called a friend and told her to come over. A few minutes later, something started to change fast. At first my whole body felt "lazy", like when I wanted to have cigarette but couldn't bring myself to move to get one. My boyfriend lit one for me but I couldn't smoke it. Soon I was feeling scared, miserable and basically mind-fucked. I wasn't even having visuals, I just got this horrible mental feeling of the most painful sorrow and confusion that could not be ignored or gotten rid of. I went in my boyfriends room and laid down, writhing and crying and just wanting to make it through. I had no control over my thoughts. It was like hurricanes and tornadoes and lightning thrashing around in my head. I wanted to have my boyfriend with me but I also didn't want him to have to watch me suffer so horribly so I told him that he didn't have to stay but he needed to keep checking on me.

After an hour and a half it started to go away. I still felt weak and not very happy, but the worst of it was gone. Eventually I left my boyfriends room and rejoined everyone. I was so embarassed but they understood. I'm still scared to do shrooms, so I usually stick to LSD.
 
Alright thats weird ^ I woke up this morning and had Pendulums "Under the Waves" stuck in my head...I'm now listening to "The Island"

anyway my worst drug experience was when me and 2 friends split a half ounce of mushrooms. I was driving home with them and they kicked in , (i dun reccomend but I like driving in outer space) pretty much as soon as they kicked in and we were peaking we got pulled over... we all had to take sobriety tests, the cops knew we were on something but they just didn't know what... me and my closer friend passed with flying colors while my other friend made a complete fool of himself... anyway after passing the sobriety tests and getting a ticket for paraphenelia...they let us go... needless to say it was quite tramatic... while the cop was searching my car, I witnessed a choir of worms grow from the groung and sing to me the sweetest melody i've ever heard...

...and yes i was thinking about raves the whole time...
 
My worst were my best...always.

Bad trips are fucking impossible for me to describe...I guess I could try though. Being swept into objects mentally, being in complete fear of everything, shadows forming into things that weren't real, seeing complete history (or so it seemed) of an object i had never encountered from the vibes that it put off. The good was unbelievable though, acceptance of love and loneliness, incredible visual spectacles of rivers under my feet and skeletons dancing through air. It is so weird to think of how high and how low I was...
 
After doing mushrooms one time a few days later I was driving down the motorway at 70 mph with my whole family in the car when all of a sudden I had a massive flashback, all the feeling etc. but then it deepened and the sky went pink (this was an ongoing theme for some reason) and I became a drop of water on the windscreen, I can remember the whoosh as I zoomed into the droplet. This didn't last long thankfully but was extremely scary due to what was at stake.

A few days later I was having a toke on a pipe when again I had a huge flashback and it was like someone had blew a handful of glitter in my face and I got the giggles etc. like being up again when I turned to my cat who looked at me and I was convinced he was going to speak to me, this freaked me out because I wasn't ready to have my mind blown in this way, I was pleading with the cat 'please I'm not ready for this' but he looked just like he was about to speak, like he could all along and was saving it for when I was 'ready' to believe.

Now I love these memories and are funny but at the time were very real and very unnerving / scary.

Not sure I would consider the above my absolute worse but there's so many and at my age the grey matter isn't what it used to be, probably due in part to the above.
 
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I had one and only bad trip in my life, but it was at the same time something very interesting and hilarious.. actually, it was the first time that something went wrong doing a trip, let me describe..

There was a big rock-n'-roll event in my city, which me and my friends were waiting for almost a year.. We all went to a friend's house to drop some acid and drink some beer before going to this party, which was outside the city, in a small farm a few kilometers away..

All of the sudden my friend called me that her friend was going to give me and a few friends a ride to the party, so we wouldn't need to pay the taxi

So we went in 4 + the driver, and my girlfriend and my other friends stayed at the house to wait a few hours more..

Arriving there, the driver went back to the city, she was going to another party. and me and +3 friends started walking to the line to join the party.. I was already feeling that I was walking soft, like I was in the moon or something

2 of the guys tried to join ahead of us, not waiting in the line, and me and my friend waited.. all ok by now

A few minutes later, a fucking wind started, so strong that seemed liked a tornado... A little later, a bunch of people ran away from the party (we didn't even joined yet), screaming and crying.. people saying "the stage went down, the event is over, there are people hurt, blood, etc"

Then a storm started critically, and the acid hit our mind very hard at this time, and we realized that we must go back to the city immediatly..

We started walking through the sand, people and dust everywhere, too dark and the rain seemed to cut our skins, so strong that it was.. our guide was the lightening, that hit the ground and then we could see the road..

In our mind, the plan was: survive.. seemed like an adventure that we had to go on a journey very dangerous to go back to the guys in town

We left the farm and walked through the highway, thousands of cars arriving and people asking us about the party, we thinking only on survive, and a bunch of others going back home.. this was the worst part, there were no lights on the road, and we walked just in the middle of the road so both ways iluminate us and we might not get hit.

At some point my friend suggested to call a cab to pick us up, but as I touched the phone in my ear, I lost the sense of reality.. so "wtf is this black brick in my hand? I can't manage this".. so my friends picked my phone and tried to make a call.. but he told me "dude, how can I explain where the fuck we are? we are in the middle of nowhere, and we are wet, there are mud everywhere.. no taxi will ever pick us up.. lets hit the city and we make this call.."

Then we walked, seriously 5 kilometers (3+ miles) on the storm, extremly crazy, in the dark, wet, dirty.. I remember that I felt so thursty sometimes that I drank the water on my shirt, and it tasted like painting..

Luckily at some point I turned on my cellphone and my friends back from the house (including my gf) asked me how the party was, and I explained everything, and NOT to come there

The ironic part was that in the middle of the walking we passed by IN FRONT OF MY OWN HOUSE, but I couldn't enter because I was way too retarted to face my family.. and I was so tired, feeling so cold and hopeless, that I felt fucking sad that I was so stupidly high


After 2 hours, we found a bar closing, and we implored to the security to call a cab for us, and of course we bought water (pretty expensive tho)

The cab drove us the my friend's house (the driver tried to talk to us, but he told creepy stories, like he was worst than us), we called the 2 guys that we lost back at the party, and we told them where we were and everything was allright, (so were them, they got lost and hit the city by another road, called a cab, blabla) and we enjoyed the rest of the trip all togheter, so the bad part end.. cya


ps: I think that if I hadn't dropped the acid, I wouldn't have the strenght to go on and get the hell out of that nightmare.. I didn't felt so cold and lost in my life, but sometimes the trip hit me happy and entusiastic thoughs that motivated me
 
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^So did the stage really did crash down and hurt a bunch of people, causing the show to be canceled?
 
yes it did in fact, due the incredible wind followed by the storm.. some of the people got hurt, a security guy broke his rib..
it was not going to be just a show, it was a woodstock festival, 12 bands performing...
covers like jimi hendrix, led zeppelin, the doors, janis joplin, the beatles (even tho most of them weren't at the 69' woodstock)
 
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