Wetrippymayne
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Hey guys, can't sleep so I figure I'd write a trip report on the last time I took 25i. This happened about 8 months ago and since then I have had no desire to continue using drugs, mostly because it scared the fuck out of me and left me damaged mentally. A little background on myself, up until this point I had tried just about every drug under the sun, you name it, I had tried it. I had a lot of experience with 25i and one day my friend and I decided to trip and do some nitrous throughout the experience. I decided to take 2 tabs(supposedly 1mg each), and my friend took 1.5. Everything started off just like normal. On the come up, we went on a hike through the forest, did some whippets, and enjoyed the visual eye-candy. As the effects started to kick in, we decided to go on an ATV ride back to his house, and then went up to chill in his room. Soon, the real effects started to kick in. We started doing more whippits until I was completely smacked. The whole room was moving like waves. Intense open eyes visuals, colors, and the familiar body tension of a 25i trip. We get a call from my other friends, but ignore the call because they don't know we are tripping, and we decide to ignore them because we don't want to be questioned about how or where we got the tabs. This element of secrecy puts me into an uneasy mood. I feel like a dick for excluding my friends and lying to them, but I try to sit back and enjoy. Soon I lose track of time, time seems to stretch into infinite. I close my eyes and see the same visuals over and over, they are so intense that they engulf my whole vision regardless if my eyes are opened or closed. I begin to have intense hallucinations in which I am having sex with a mysterious woman. The hallucinations felt so real. Every touch sent waves of intense euphoria throughout my whole body. When I penetrate the woman I feel as if I am actually inside of her, to the point where I felt that I was going to have an orgasm. At this point I am lying on the ground, rolling around back and forth. As I open my eyes, each time I rolled I could see my surroundings shredding and trailing in millions of fractals. Soon, I hear the most terrifying words of my life. My friend looks over to me and says "I think iv come down already". Fear shoots through my body as I come to realize that I have accidentally taken far stronger of a dose than I anticipated. I begin to freak out, and realize that the blotter I have taken must have been laced unevenly. THIS IS WHEN SHIT GETS CRAZY. Soon I begin thinking in ancient patterns. Texts, symbols, and ancient, almost alien like words, begin to cover the walls and posters of the room. These open eyed visuals were like nothing I had experienced before. I could interpret every symbol as an individual word. Every symbol had meaning, it was as if my knowledge of this language had been embedded within me since the beginning of time. The words spoke to me, and suddenly I began having deep thoughts of my mother back in her hippie days. I felt that my mom was looking over me and thinking to herself "now he has experienced psychedelia first hand, he understands now... This is the code which we all have experienced". I felt intense connection to my mom, as if she had gone through the same thing before, as well as past generations of my family. The open eyed visuals intensified further. At one point I looked at a poster of snoop dog and 2pac. Every time the best of the music dropped, the two rappers would change appearances. One second they were pirates, next second the beat dropped and they became nuns. I hallucinated a large toilet on the wall. Suddenly a missile dropped into the toilet bowl, but before hitting the water, it became a plunger and water splashed everywhere. All of a sudden my friends that were calling me on the phone before walk in uninvited and realize we are fucked up. They try to have a conversation with me, but when I try to respond it comes out in gibberish. My other friend that was tripping with me has already come down and has been feeding me more drugs throughout the experience. He rolls me over on my side and shoves Percocet and cyclobenziprine down my throat and I choke it down, dry heaving and spitting everywhere. My friends laugh at me and at this point I feel as if I am the trash of humanity. Seeing everyone so sober when I was so fucked up made me freak out. I had unknowingly let my friends feed me a cocktail of drugs throughout the experience and my heart feels like it's going to explode. I feel as if I have really fucked myself over this time and that I would never be the same. I believed I would remain in this state forever. At this moment I realize I have overdosed and that these were my final moments on earth. Death was imminent. Tears ran down my face as I realized that my death was imminent, and that these were the last moments I would spend with my friends. Fear ran over me. I imagined having to tell my friends parents that I had overdosed, and seeing the ambulance arrive as neighbors looked and pointed in shock. I begged my friends to take me to the hospital. My friends refused to take me to the hospital and offer up some Xanax instead to stop the trip. I knew that Xanax could be my only savior, but I realized that taking Xanax on top of 25i, Percocet, nitrous, and cyclobenziprine would likely just kill me. Knowing that I was going to die anyways, I accepted death, choked down the Xanax, and sat back knowing there was no going back. My friends broke down into tears, fed me a Xanax, and rested me down on a bed. They told me everything was going to be alright, held me close, and said their last goodbyes. They passed me a joint, I took a hit and said "if I die today, at least I will be able to say I smoked weed till the day I died.". Tears rolled down my cheeks, and with my friends sitting over me, I closed my eyes and slipped away.
I awoke a few hours later in the same bed, and gave a sigh of relief. I hadn't died, and my friends were all there, sitting over me with wide grins on their faces.
In retrospect, this trip was the most mind blowing experience I have ever had. More so than any experience iv had on mushrooms, dmt, L, K, etc. It was the first bad trip I have ever had, and it taught me to appreciate life and friendship a lot more. Life is a delicate beauty that we often take for granted. It is only through experiences where we lose it all that we realize how fortunate we are to be blessed with life. Life, friendship, and love are the engine which drive me to move on in life, and although this experience has stopped me from using drugs, it has given me new meaning in life which I wouldn't have discovered otherwise.
I awoke a few hours later in the same bed, and gave a sigh of relief. I hadn't died, and my friends were all there, sitting over me with wide grins on their faces.
In retrospect, this trip was the most mind blowing experience I have ever had. More so than any experience iv had on mushrooms, dmt, L, K, etc. It was the first bad trip I have ever had, and it taught me to appreciate life and friendship a lot more. Life is a delicate beauty that we often take for granted. It is only through experiences where we lose it all that we realize how fortunate we are to be blessed with life. Life, friendship, and love are the engine which drive me to move on in life, and although this experience has stopped me from using drugs, it has given me new meaning in life which I wouldn't have discovered otherwise.
, jumped up on the back of a couch naked and masturbated furiously. Tried to run outside countless times which we always stopped him by holding up a stuffed walrus for him to look at. It would be like "holy shit x is making a break for it....get me 2cc of walrus stat!" 
