My personal horror story occurred the first time I used acid. Three friends and I dosed up with an unknown amount of liquid that some tripping guy had put on crackers for us. I've never tripped as hard since that night and beyond just the normal weirdness and insanity towards the tail end of the trip I heard this weird grunting coming from the reeds by the lake we were camped next to. It was my friend standing out in the water wearing just his pants, shaking uncontrollably, making these weird grunting noises. I walked out there to try to get him out and he wouldn't move. I'm about 4 inches taller and about 100 lbs. heavier so I tried to pick him up and he just looked at me with his eyes rolling back into his head and grabbed my shoulders like we were about to start wrestling and I couldn't move him. I went and got a jacket and brought it back out to him (walking through water this entire time mind you and it's like 50 degrees). I go back to my tent tell other people around what's going on and smoke a bowl and pass out. I wake up about 4 hours later to hear him shouting, "Glorious! Glorious!" Meanwhile, unbeknowst to me, another one of my tripping partners was going into insulin shock and passed out in his tent. Luckily a non-tripping, just drunk, friend knew what to do and gave him a shot of insulin into his leg and literally saved his life. So in one night I had a friend nearly die from insulin shock and another show the first signs of what became severe and heartbreaking schizophrenia. You'd think I would've stopped tripping but I tripped thousands of times after that. One or two trips after that I saw my girlfriend of three years making out with my best friend. That would've fucked me up while not on acid, but yeah... psychedelics and party situations are generally not fun if you're self-aware in the slightest. I've seen fights, had to hold down a tripping asshole because he punched a girl in the face, saw someone have a heart-attack, talked to cops on acid, driven insane distances, driven in insane places like downtown Chicago on Halloween night. I took two trips on the LSD that night... heh heh... road jokes. Played music at bars, music festivals, and more than once at a strip club while tripping balls.
Swilow... the brain is compartmentalized so that if certain modules aren't talking to another module things like that can happen. People that've had strokes or brain damage often exhibit weird traits like the one you described. I don't know how that plays into meth/mescaline use.
"Move your right hand."
"Okay." Right hand moves.
"Now look at your right hand." Patient looks at his right hand.
"That isn't my hand."
Peace,
PL
Swilow... the brain is compartmentalized so that if certain modules aren't talking to another module things like that can happen. People that've had strokes or brain damage often exhibit weird traits like the one you described. I don't know how that plays into meth/mescaline use.
"Move your right hand."
"Okay." Right hand moves.
"Now look at your right hand." Patient looks at his right hand.
"That isn't my hand."
Peace,
PL
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