Quere
Bluelighter
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- Aug 3, 2017
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I'm interested to hear about people's experience with this, ya see I used to absolutely fucking love tripping. Among my friends I was the guy who never freaked out no matter how much or what I took. And I also know alot about drugs due to sites like bluelight and a fascination with the subject. So when I was tripping I would be looking after everyone else.
So, naturally I tripped alot and for years I continued this way.
Then, a long, long time ago in a suburb far, far away, I had my first hallucinogen induced psychotic episode. Now when I say psychotic, I mean psychotic, not a bad trip, my reality was overlaid with a fucking nightmare. I had no idea why it was all happening or what the fuck was happening, but at that time there was some damn satanic, apocalyptic shit happening to reality.
I was picked up by the cops and taken to hospital because I was behaving pretty fucking weird.
In the ambulance and in the hospital i had 'regained my compusure'.
Well, i was no longer completely unaware of my surroundings. I was no longer inhabiting another (seriously fucked up) dimension. Yet now i believed, no, i knew with absolute certainty that my buddy who was with me, the cop, the nurses and the security guard by my bed were all actors trying to trick me, pull the wool over my eyes, etcetera.
Eventually (after much shenanigans with pulling IVs out of my arms in order to teach them a lesson and to let them know I knew they were all actors, not real nurses etc) I realised I was in fact, an idiot. I would not be waking up from this nightmare because it was all real, my friend, the nurses, the hospital and the crazy shit I'd done.
I literally spat on a cop. I would never do that.
And guess what?
That would not be the last time I spat on a uniformed police officer
So basically since then I have taken hallucinogens a handful of times. I've had a couple times like the old days. But I've also had two more drug induced psychotic episodes.
One of those times resulted in me losing my keys, phone and one shoe, passing out on a field (in winter). Surprisingly, i didn't die, woke up, and proceeded to break into my house and sit in a hot shower for 4 hours before returning to the scene of the crime to find my missing keys and phone in different parts of the park.
The final (hopefully) time I thought, wait, no I knew that my friends were torturing me. Yes like literally. They were actually restraining me because I was bat shit crazy-face. I then proceeded to spit on one of the police officers that came with the ambulance and was briefly hospitalized once more. By the way at one point I had seven people restraining me (cops, friends and ambulance crew) and I am not a particularly strong guy, tall, but not strong.
So I have come to the conclusion that I cannot take hallucinogens anymore under any circumstances. Well meaning friends have told me that it's all about set and setting etc but for me, due to whatever adaptive or toxic changes have occurred in my brain, I would have to be psychotic to take hallucinogens again.
So anyone else had this experience?
(lol!)
Okay probably not, but anything similar?
So, naturally I tripped alot and for years I continued this way.
Then, a long, long time ago in a suburb far, far away, I had my first hallucinogen induced psychotic episode. Now when I say psychotic, I mean psychotic, not a bad trip, my reality was overlaid with a fucking nightmare. I had no idea why it was all happening or what the fuck was happening, but at that time there was some damn satanic, apocalyptic shit happening to reality.
I was picked up by the cops and taken to hospital because I was behaving pretty fucking weird.
In the ambulance and in the hospital i had 'regained my compusure'.
Well, i was no longer completely unaware of my surroundings. I was no longer inhabiting another (seriously fucked up) dimension. Yet now i believed, no, i knew with absolute certainty that my buddy who was with me, the cop, the nurses and the security guard by my bed were all actors trying to trick me, pull the wool over my eyes, etcetera.
Eventually (after much shenanigans with pulling IVs out of my arms in order to teach them a lesson and to let them know I knew they were all actors, not real nurses etc) I realised I was in fact, an idiot. I would not be waking up from this nightmare because it was all real, my friend, the nurses, the hospital and the crazy shit I'd done.
I literally spat on a cop. I would never do that.
And guess what?
That would not be the last time I spat on a uniformed police officer
So basically since then I have taken hallucinogens a handful of times. I've had a couple times like the old days. But I've also had two more drug induced psychotic episodes.
One of those times resulted in me losing my keys, phone and one shoe, passing out on a field (in winter). Surprisingly, i didn't die, woke up, and proceeded to break into my house and sit in a hot shower for 4 hours before returning to the scene of the crime to find my missing keys and phone in different parts of the park.
The final (hopefully) time I thought, wait, no I knew that my friends were torturing me. Yes like literally. They were actually restraining me because I was bat shit crazy-face. I then proceeded to spit on one of the police officers that came with the ambulance and was briefly hospitalized once more. By the way at one point I had seven people restraining me (cops, friends and ambulance crew) and I am not a particularly strong guy, tall, but not strong.
So I have come to the conclusion that I cannot take hallucinogens anymore under any circumstances. Well meaning friends have told me that it's all about set and setting etc but for me, due to whatever adaptive or toxic changes have occurred in my brain, I would have to be psychotic to take hallucinogens again.
So anyone else had this experience?
(lol!)
Okay probably not, but anything similar?