Swim and her boyfriend had just got some more of what they thought was LSD, they trip all the time, every other week to be exact. It was always on 200ug tabs and they would take 2.5 tabs so they knew what LSD was and what it wasn't. The tabs they had gotten were weaker. Some were 150 and the others were 115. Since they were at a party, and a different town they decided to split 150 and take a whole 115 if they needed it. Well they did decide they need it. Next thing they know, it's been about 2 hours and things are much different than any other acid trip they had been on. They thought maybe it was some old school acid that Just makes things move and morph but then the colors and real visuals come and they both realize they are not tripping on LSD, not only are the visuals different but the emotions are different. They feel like nothing, sad, hopeless, and helpless. The visuals bring serious tracers, and instead of everything being so precise and perfect and being able to find something in everything like you can on a true acid trip, it stops. It's evil and it's blotty. As if someone threw paint on the wall but it made designs. The emotions become to much. They look at each other and ask if they are physically ok they aren't but they say they are. Hearts are beating out of their chest, they're hot then cold, they're crying, they can't breathe. They feel like they're dying. Imagine standing in the middle of a room and you look in a corner, then another, then look back and se yourself before you know it there are 12 of you in the room but you don't know which one is you. A dark shadow man, demon, comes behind each one of you and you can't take no more you have to get out of your body so you rip off your clothes, grab your chest, lay on the ground in the fetal position clutching your heart crying, you hear sirens, laughter, demonic noises in your ears, nothing they have ever heard while on LSD, you know if you fall asleep you won't wake up but even if you wanted too, the thoughts of being nothing, the visuals, the sounds it's easier to kill yourself. It's like a saw movie. You are fighting to physically survive but you are fighting the demons in your head to not kill yourself too. Swim looks at her boyfriend and he's naked in the corner standing crying and she knows she will probably die. All of her "friends" think it's a joke that they are just having a bad acid trip even though they told them they are not on acid. They lock them in the room. They left them to die. They realize they are fighting to live and nobody cares. Finally swim gives up on feeling anything she's exhausted and she finally walks to the bathroom looks at herself in the mirror, she doesn't recognize who is looking back. She sees nothing in her eyes. She has no soul, she's nobody, she's jus in a body. She feels like a cracked out whore who has sold herself for drugs, even though she hasn't. She is the scum of the earth. She can't even cry though. She feels the dirtyness of the drug seep through her. Like oil. Dirty feeling. Her and her boyfriend get in the shower to steam it out. It helps a little. The next day come they lay in bed crying. They feel brain dead, can't think, they just say I don't know. The depression stays for days. That's all it's been. Has anyone experienced anything like this?