Worst scenarios faced on LSD?

[DwayneHoover]

Well that was great hearing about bones sticking out, slit wrists, blood spurting from veins, and taking a dump while tripping.

Are we having fun yet?

Not one thing that has been the slightest bit interesting or enlightening in any way shape or form. Just disasters and tales of woe (and grossness). I had a feeling this would be a sick topic.

Morbid curiosity satisfied... gonna go try and blank my memory circuits now... will they give me an electro-shock therapy if I go to the hospital and ask for one? Hey, that's a good sub-topic... any schizophrenics here who have ever had to go for their weekly electroshock treatment while tripping? I must find out what that's like, surely it must have happened sometime to someone somewhere.

(I know, I know... if I don't like the topic no one is forcing me to read it... except for the little demon sitting on my shoulder whispering instructions into my ear, haha... he slit the throat of the angel sitting on the other side one day long ago while I was on 10 hits of really dirty acid and a huge joint of weed that turned out to be contaminated with pesticides... man that was one baaaad trip!)

(Sorry... couldn't resist... if ever a thread was begging for comic relief its this one!)

 

[poker_phish]

I was tripping hard and evolved in a car crash. The driver was sober, and wanted to go to the hospital after the wreck to get checked out because he hurt his back. The hallways of the hospital where “breathing” with extremely vivid bubbling waves, making it really hard to focus and try to act normal. I was worried I would really have to interact with a doctor or nurse and they would think I had a head injury or was just plain crazy. They called my friends Mom, she figured out I was tripping after about 10 minutes and started fucking with me. It was a few hours from when checked in until we left, seemed like a eternity.

 

[CatfishRivers]

Well that was great hearing about bones sticking out, slit wrists, blood spurting from veins, and taking a dump while tripping.

Are we having fun yet?

Were you thinking you'd find fun here in this thread tho? I mean it's not like the thread was titled happy unicorn party everyone's invited! (free pizza!)

I'd rather hear the stories and be best prepared should I ever find myself in some similar, unfortunate situation. I find it useful to hear how people reacted, what spun them, what focused them, what kind of consequences they suffered, and how they got through the rough experience. It's not like people are telling tale of imbibing psychedelics and purposefully engineering gruesome and grisly trip experiences...

I also feel as a community, it is perhaps not so bad a function to offer each other, to tell our war stories, and maybe help each other understand what happened in some new light, or even just to hear that other people lived thru similar rough experiences.

But, like I said, I get where you are speaking from...I get faint looking at knee cap operations on cable tv even...

 

[ricardo08]

having to get from zone 9 in London to St. Pancreas station in an hour and a half, having the underground line closed due to some prick running onto the tracks half way and having to navigate the buses whilst tripping balls in order to avoid missing my megabus train and having to buy a new ticket (which I didn't have money for)

stressful times.

ive had basically the same thing happen to me in london. tripping in the city is amazingly fun but leaves the 'something going wrong door' wide open

 

[DwayneHoover]

I'd rather hear the stories and be best prepared should I ever find myself in some similar, unfortunate situation. I find it useful to hear how people reacted, what spun them, what focused them, what kind of consequences they suffered, and how they got through the rough experience.

The "learning from" hope in your comment, Catfish, is good in theory, but I don't see much about how tripping affected peoples' responses, etc. It's mostly just a chain of miscellaneous sad depressing horror stories about bad shit that happened while tripping, as I suspected it would be. Pointless and soul-grinding to read, which is why I ridiculed.

By nature the experiences are just going to be a random collection of disasters. Yes sometimes awful shit happens. Yes sometimes people trip. Yes sometimes the two coincide. Usually it just makes people freak worse or feel even more sad or intensifies the horribleness to a level of possibly causing PTSD that may not have existed without the hallucinogen.

Though I did, despite having to visualize all the blood gushing, enjoy the stories from bearlove who was the only one at the party with presence of mind enough to save the suicide's life, and the only one in the bar with the wherewithal to save the cut guy's life. But I suspect his strength to be such a hero in those cases had alot more to do with just his fundamental nature/character, and not alot with having been tripping at the time, though he did not speculate if he felt his having been tripping contributed to his life-saving "powers" or not, which would in fact be interesting to hear his thoughts on.

Now THAT would be a thread I would be more interested in: Psychedelic Super-Heroes: did you ever "save the day" in any way shape or form while tripping?

 

[jmiz77]

Dropped 4 hits before I got to meet my favorite band in the world (Alice In Chains) I got up to the autograph table and began to talk to them before I realized I was speaking gibberish. Lol eventually I managed to get out that I was tripping and that they were all glowing, and they thought it was the coolest thing ever. Jerry even mentioned it at the concert later that night. Best trip ever.

 

[Badfish92]

Well that was great hearing about bones sticking out, slit wrists, blood spurting from veins, and taking a dump while tripping.

Are we having fun yet?

Not one thing that has been the slightest bit interesting or enlightening in any way shape or form. Just disasters and tales of woe (and grossness). I had a feeling this would be a sick topic.

Morbid curiosity satisfied... gonna go try and blank my memory circuits now... will they give me an electro-shock therapy if I go to the hospital and ask for one? Hey, that's a good sub-topic... any schizophrenics here who have ever had to go for their weekly electroshock treatment while tripping? I must find out what that's like, surely it must have happened sometime to someone somewhere.

(I know, I know... if I don't like the topic no one is forcing me to read it... except for the little demon sitting on my shoulder whispering instructions into my ear, haha... he slit the throat of the angel sitting on the other side one day long ago while I was on 10 hits of really dirty acid and a huge joint of weed that turned out to be contaminated with pesticides... man that was one baaaad trip!)

(Sorry... couldn't resist... if ever a thread was begging for comic relief its this one!)

Speaking of schizophrenia...chill the hell out! If you know what to expect from your repeatedly similar comments then how about just not post them? They are merely worthless deterrents. Anyways, very interesting stories, never tried LSD but I've heard it has a "darker side" to it than shrooms. Can't imagine being in some of these scenarios!

 

[~_Hiss_~]

My ghostly report

Its getting nearer and nearer to Halloween, what's that mean? A revisit to my Halloween special (true story) of acid in a supposedly "real" haunted house.
TRIPPING WITH GHOSTS

This was a fucked up experience, and some strange things happened that I can't fully comprehend, but in the end, No I don't believe it was ghosts, I believe the pesticides used had a negative effect on us, as well as "set and setting" problems.

Most of my trip reports are bad, because they are more notable. Just look at my mess :

My trip report list

Also under "hiss" but i lost that password so have a different account.

So you and your friends can read them and laugh about them? Seems a little sickening, IMO.

I dont understand even wanting to hear stuff like that.

Whatever, never mind me.

Are we having fun yet?

Not one thing that has been the slightest bit interesting or enlightening in any way shape or form. Just disasters and tales of woe (and grossness). I had a feeling this would be a sick topic.

(I know, I know... if I don't like the topic no one is forcing me to read it.

but I don't see much about how tripping affected peoples' responses, etc. It's mostly just a chain of miscellaneous sad depressing horror stories about bad shit that happened while tripping, as I suspected it would be. Pointless and soul-grinding to read, which is why I ridiculed.

Seriously dude, would you mind not littering up threads you don't like? It's not even on-topic. We are talking about trips, you are talking about how you don't like what we're writing about.

 

[SirTophamHat]

Once while tripping I had one of my close friends casually mention that his brother was gay, while his brother was in the car with us, a cool kid who I had known a while but had no clue he was homo. It wasn't BAD but quite awkward. Minutes later I slipped while fording a creek in the dark and fucked up one of my fingers' joint capsules pretty well. Same night I found out I had bought a lemon car & got stuck babysitting someone @ my apt who I didn't know. That trip really blew but I guess I learned a shitton from it.

 

[attempt4]

One day...

After a 5-day alcohol, mdma, speed binge we had only slept 2 of the 5 nights and On the last night after 2 days awake drinking non-stop I invited my ex round to get back with her, i took a shitload of shrooms we had picked and was absolutely tripping rotten.

I took a load more shrooms, downed a couple shots of vodka then passed out for 1 hour. When i woke, i was tripping so hard, and EVERYONE AROUND ME WAS POINTNG AND LAUGHING. I stand up and noticed they were all taking videos and photos. Then it hit me, I was stripped of my clothes. My "friend" who did it was trying to make me a laughing stock because he told me to look in the mirror.

He had (b)shaved my head, shaved my eyebrows, punched me in the face to give me a black eye and stripped me of my clothes whilst taking videos with everyone and sending the vids to everyone on my phone(/b). Bearing in mind i wasnt exactly 'lucid' at this stage, was (b)totally tripping(/b) so it enhanced the fear and anxiety i felt at that moment. I freaked out.

 

[~_Hiss_~]

^Wow, I would react by beating the piss out of them, but then again I understand if I was tripping I may be too anxious and overwhelmed to deal with violence.

The experience that most sticks out in my mind concerning violence mixed with acid, and how intense and overwhelming it is tripping... is the time I played paintball tripping. 4 guys, 2 teams, 2.25 hits each and one VERY bad incident of violence. My friend D and I kind of started it by overreacting and shooting at them too much, but their retaliation and anger was unjustified IMO.

 

[rocker97x]

U have a horrible group of friends apparently


:to the guy who got stripped and beaten up

 

[Swerlz]

Some of these stories are intense, but funny

 

[~_Hiss_~]

D's nightmare report (from paintball incident)

Some of you may have read my paintball horror story but its probably overlooked on page 2 Is D's Account of getting Messed up by 2 crazy assholes.

L and T kicked me and gave me many more shots. They played a game to see who could make me moan louder. The worst part was when L shot me 5 times in the head (behind the mask) in about a second. I felt my brain go funny from it.

Messed up memory, but enough time has passed that it is indeed an interesting memory.

No ill feelings really. I talked to T a few months later, then ran into L second time (about a year after incident) hanging out when I was over at T's party. This was an alcohol fueled party, so they kind of joked and drunkenly apologized, which I accepted. I pretended at first to get upset and raised my fist up then laughed at him stumbling backwards and turned my fist into a hand ready to help him with his balance.

 

[nopipesdfw]

Running out of weed and nitrous

 

[DwayneHoover]

One day...

After a 5-day alcohol, mdma, speed binge we had only slept 2 of the 5 nights and On the last night after 2 days awake drinking non-stop I invited my ex round to get back with her, i took a shitload of shrooms we had picked and was absolutely tripping rotten.

I took a load more shrooms, downed a couple shots of vodka then passed out for 1 hour. When i woke, i was tripping so hard, and EVERYONE AROUND ME WAS POINTNG AND LAUGHING. I stand up and noticed they were all taking videos and photos. Then it hit me, I was stripped of my clothes. My "friend" who did it was trying to make me a laughing stock because he told me to look in the mirror.

He had (b)shaved my head, shaved my eyebrows, punched me in the face to give me a black eye and stripped me of my clothes whilst taking videos with everyone and sending the vids to everyone on my phone(/b). Bearing in mind i wasnt exactly 'lucid' at this stage, was (b)totally tripping(/b) so it enhanced the fear and anxiety i felt at that moment. I freaked out.

And then...? You never spoke to any of these completely retarded assholes ever again? Later you all had a good laugh over it, patted each other on the back and went on with your lives? Exacted some sort of deliciously devious revenge that illustrated to all of their friends, acquaintances and families what hideous mentally ill monsters they really were? Pretended it didn't happen as best you could?

 

[DwayneHoover]

Running out of weed and nitrous

Now THAT is truly the most horrifying nightmare of all!

 

[DwayneHoover]

Well, I guess this belongs here...

Once me and 2 other friends did 2 hits of what turned out to be some VERY STRONG blotter LSD. Smoked a good deal of real potent weed. Started listening to tunes and yadda yadda yadda, and all was an intensely exciting bliss. But at some point, I just started feeling this almost electric buzzing at first in my head then all over, and then I recall "whiting out" completely beyond any understanding or control., and my memory is then a TOTAL black hole for about like 4 hours. After being catatonic for a spell, which totally ruined their trip and fun by them not knowing what the hell happened to me, I "came to", in a manner of speaking, but it was as if I had become some psychotic zombie they later told me, and proceeded to walk around the house naked, grabbing my crotch, acting extremely creepily lewd and rude and gross. etc., ignoring my friends except as if they were some inanimate objects, was totally unresponsive to attempts to communicate with me and did not speak, was making some cave-man like gutteral grunting sounds, apparently totally unable to understand or speak English, Terry finally forced me to eat a bunch of Niacin which really did seem to snap me out of it after it hit my stomach.

This blacking out and reverting to some still "awake" but like totally "reptilian" robotic behavior circuitry sounds very similar to experiences I have read others having occasionally on shrooms and even 4-aco-dmt, as if it is some dysfunctional "mode" that the brain is capable of snapping into... any psychology or psychiatry docs or students here? It there a proper term for this kind of thing? It was totally like my human mind was removed from my body and my brain stem alone was in some nasty, primitive mode of control.

I had ONE very deep and very frightening psychedelic experience apparently while this was going on or maybe during the totally catatonic periods, which consisted of ONE image that apparently took up the entire 4 hour-blackout, or maybe it took the entire 4 hours to "reach" it... and it was VERY VERY bizarre scary, unlike any other... at the same time it seemed totally real and I was fully convinced it was actually happening. NEVER told this to anyone online... during this "White-Blackout", here is where "I" was:

It was some indeterminable time in the future.... only 3 minds still existed... mine (wondering if I had died), and what I can ONLY describe as some great powerful Native American "Grandmother Earth Goddess" consciousness, perhaps "Gaia"... no physical form just a strongly felt presence hovering nearby... we were both in space in Earth orbit... there was the Sun off in the distance, looking normal, who was the 3rd consciousness (but like a giant silent eye, observing from from some very lofty deep billion-year old great-great-great-great-grandfather perspective, totally without any thought or emotion), in the distance, stars... and below us was The Earth, or what was left of it. It had become something else, something horrible. It was not the lovely shimmering blue/white/brown/green living water paradise we know now. INSTEAD IT WAS AN EMPTY SMOLDERING BLACK CINDER... "Gaia" or "Grandmother Earth Goddess" was VERY VERY VERY ANGRY with ME, as a representative of the entire Human race who had somehow caused this horrible catastrophe to happen to her beautiful precious pearl she had take so long and such care to grow. The mood was one of baleful, eternal mourning and sadness. She was as angry as it is possible to be. I was as sad as it is possible to be.. and just crying, crying for all of eternity, trying to say to Her "I'm so sorry.... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry...."

I still shudder and feel cold and sad whenever I think of it which I try not to do, and still have not the least clue what it was all about.

I would have to call this under any definition a "Vision" more than a hallucination... it was like "She" had deliberately stolen my mind, seeing it was made vulnerable by the LSD, and whisked me to some distant possible future to confront me about the disaster she showed me. I don't have any other way of understanding what happened to me that night.

I didn't even remember this until a couple days later... it was buried under alot of embarrassment shame and total confusion about "my" incomprehensibly awful lizard behaviour... then suddenly all at once the above image/feelings came back to me like a recovered memory all at once, like full facial blow from a boxer, and I was utterly devastated and depressed and in a state of shock for weeks. before I could tell anyone else.

 

[alantis360]

death and cops

 

[kickme2go]

This occurred a few years ago when i was still in high school.

My best friend "Jay" had a party on New Year's Eve. He was living with his grandmother at the time, and she just happened to be out of town for the holiday. Being the sly teens we were, we decided to take advantage of the situation and have some friends over to celebrate. It was by no means a huge party, but a dozen or so of my old high school friends were there to welcome the new year. My friend's cousins were also there with some of their friends and they were a bit older than us.

Now this was shortly after my circle had discovered the magic that is LSD, and we were kind of abusing it up to this point in a sense. It was still new and novel and exciting, and we were having the time of our lives to be honest. Some of us ended up dropping some acid for the new year, not everyone was tripping, maybe half of us were. The rest were drinking or fucked up on god knows what.

The older people that were at the house end up going to the bar for the night. One of the guys left his beer in the fridge, with a house full of underage kids.... As would be expected, the beer was promptly consumed. I remember some of were joking about how pissed the guy was gonna be that we drank the beer. Oh he'll wanna kick some ass for sure... hahahaha....

Well my friend "Will" has a pretty cocky personality, and was the type of guy that would jump in to a fight pretty easily. You probably know some one like that I'm sure, and you can probably guess where this is going. Will wasn't tripping, just boozed up and young.

Well Jay, who was hosting the party had tripped the night before, and was pretty tired. The combination of alcohol and xanax didn't help much either. And whats fucked is that he had a pistol in his room. Why he was allowed to have it, Ill never know but it was there. I remember he was fucked up and talking cocky and messin around with it, which I didn't like at all. But he ends up putting it up and pretty much passes out at some point during the night.

Up to this point, I was honestly having a good time. I distinctly remember watching the ball drop and sitting on the couch. Every one was all smiles and laughs, we were having fun. Frying balls lol.

Well after a while the noise and clutter from the people began to be a bit much. So a couple of us head upstairs to chill in a quiet room and smoke some weed. At this time, Will is downstairs and Jeff is asleep in his room next door. We were up there for a good while when I remember hearing some commotion downstairs. So I head out to investigate, completly unsuspecting of what I was about to walk in to.

I guess the older guy that left his beer really was gonna want to kick some ass.

I always feel bad about this part, like I should have handled myself differently. I get to the bottom of the stairs, and there is Will laying in the hall with a big ass mother fucker on top of him, punching him in the face. At first I froze, I didn't know what to do. Me and Will even had a moment where we made eye contact as he was gettin beat up. It was the most awfull thing I think I ever will see or feel while tripping, him looking at me like that.

Then I panicked. My fight or flight instincts kicked in, and they told my trippin ass to get the fuck out of there. I was used to tiptoeing and whispering through the hall so we wouldnt wake up his grand ma. And now there was glass getting broke and people yelling all around. Certainly not a good setting to trip in.

So I'm scurrying around gathering my friends and belongings. jay is woken up at some point and stumbles down the stairs in his boxers, probably only half aware of what was going on. He's screaming for his gun, which I'm quit sure if he would of found this story would have been a lot worse.

But I book it over to another friends house where people were a little more sober. I end up frantically explaining the situation, and the end up bringing Jay and Will back. Jay is pretty much in a rage, and not being very sensible. And of course Will was salty at me for not helping him back at the house. Looking back I wish I would of done something, I thought about it a lot. But I handled it how I did for better or worse.

That was the last time I did LSD for a long time. This event marked the beginning of a low stretch for me. A week after this incident, Jay got raided for selling weed. That night was the last I saw him for the next 9 months. Talk about heart-breaking

Everything worked out in the long run though, I suppose. But I think that night was the first I realized that I wasn't a kid anymore, and I wasn't invincible. I guess tripping on LSD is a tough way to get that lesson hammered in, and I certainly think it is/was.