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3g Mushrooms- - - - - Friend has psychotic PTSD break while playing laser tag

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My expectations were high for a night of crazy fun hanging out in at least 2 different places. It was saturday night and I was feeling like partying, which I usually don't feel up to. First stop was a hotel room rented by my friend A. He had a few people over drinking and doing lines of K, and best of all, a hot tub!

Me and D arrived at around 21:00. There were only 6 people there having some brew. Me and D got in the hot tub and had a beer. A lovely looking babe came in and sat next to me. We chatted lightly and A came over with a metal tray with K lines on it. "Here you are, sir!" "Thank you!" I reply. I sniff up a big line and sink down in the tub. Can you feel the burn? Ohh yea...

After floating around numb in the tub we got out and smoked a J. It hit me pretty good since I don't smoke much anymore. It felt tryptamine-like and my heart sped up. I was still feelin fine though and having fun saying crazy stuff with the people around me.

D was feeling ok to drive since he only had 2 beers so we leave, because more people were coming and it was just getting too crowded for comfort. Our plan B was either the bowling alley bar or laser tag with night vision. It being unseasonably warm, although damp, we decide on laser tag. A guy I know who lives up in the sticks rents out some great gear if you give a deposit, CC# and you aren't a punk kid, which we are sometimes but he doesn't know that.

We pick up C on the way, who is sober and becomes our designated driver. I start to feel dulled down from the wearing off of the weed, K and beer so I stop by my place to pick up something to help me and D wake up. 6 grams of potent cubensis! We eat 3g each at 23:30 then I call the rental guy up and see whats going on. He said he has 4 laser tag modules and strap on night vision goggles.

After calling some people at the hotel room to see if we can get 1 more laser tag player, we give up because they are drunk and irritating. We arrive at the rental place at midnight, and I feel the effects flowing smooth but accelerating. We deal with the paperwork and payments quickly to get out of the light. He says we can stay as long as we want but to be careful with the stuff and don't drink alcohol. We put on knee pads for easy crouching.

We walk to the place about 100 meters from the rental house. It is a field with some trees around, then a dense patch of dark forest with log barracades built for the purpose of paintball or laser tag. There is a light on a telephone pole about halfway between this spot and the house, so it provides light about like moonlight from a half moon on a partly cloudy night.

I turn on my hands free night vision goggles which were strapped to my head. It still amazes me, even after wearing these many times before, how cool and advanced some technologies are. It isn't quite like the movies though, these are first generation night vision and after a certain distance, like 50 meters, are out of focus.

I feel the rising jolting energy of the psilocin. I see some bending in the peripheral vision. We decide to start off all against each other. We walk about 20 meters and form a triangle. "Begin!" And off we go. And WOW, what a spectacular sight! ("Laser"tag guns shoot infrared light in the same frequency which the night vision picks up and turns to visible light). The collar around my neck vibrates hard and fast indicating I'm hit. It scares me at first, almost feeling like a shock. We laugh and run around when soon D starts tripping too hard. He stops and falls on his knees. "Stop guys.. don't feel well.."

My trip keeps speeding up fast. I unstrap the goggles and hang them from my neck. My hands look oh so strange and everything still looks green. "Whats wrong D?"

"Im tripping too hard, ah, can we go? I'm going to freak out.."

"No, D, everything is fine. We can go if you must leave, sure. Theres nothing to worry about, you're just tripping"

Then he starts crying hard. He purposely falls down on the ground and covers his face with his arms. The night vision gets smashed :(. I take his gear off of him and inspect the damage. Large dent and cracked dirty lens. Right on a fucking rock. "Come on, lets get you home D. No shame in that". C also tries to comfort him. He sets our gear on a picnic table. Then, D takes off running. I immediately give chase but hurt my ankle when I step into a depression. I fall and yell for D to come help, not that I needed it, just wanted him to come.

It looked like he hid behind a tree up ahead about 20 meters. The lighting in this area was poor to none, there was no moon and the pole light wasn't reaching the area well.

***

I lost the urge to go into detail. What happened was, D had a bad flashback from a paintball+acid+bad people incident which gave him PTSD 2 months ago (which you can find in a post by D in another trip report of mine). He got severe derealization and forgot who we were and thought we were going to hurt him. I won't share anything else about D's side of the story unless he tells me its ok or he decides to write what happened to him. I will say though, what happened this night was serious and turned a decent night into hell; but it wasn't his fault. I'll finish minor detailing later.
(EDIT: STORY CONTINUED IN POST #10)
 
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i guess this goes to show that psychedelics aren't all fun and games and "nights of crazy fun". D should have know that before this trip, going by his last one.
 
God damn, hiss. Cant you ever do drugs without something going terribly wrong? Maybe you should stick to tripping alone :(
 
Damn man. This is almost a re-creation of his horrific ordeal with the paintball, except its dark and everyone has electronics hooked up to them like some kind of stealth infiltration team (which has got to be kind of intense sober).

What did you expect to happen?
 
^^^
LOL, good description.

Come on now, nobody ever KNOWS if someone is going to freak out. It may have been running around, it may have all been in his mind. Tripping and playing lasertag in darkness with goggles sounds like about the most badass time you could dream of but I could also understand how it might be overwhelming. Anywhoo, this was a really great report and I thank you for sharing it. What kind of post effects is he feeling ? You going to be able to talk him into sharing a report with us or letting us know exactly what happened when his trip went bad ? I find this stuff fascinating, as i'v tripped hundreds of times but only had a 'bad' trip perhaps twice. I wonder what flips one persons brain switch to the 'ON' position and makes them freaks out, vs what keeps another mans switch 'OFF' ? You think it's just chance ? Brain chemistry ? Predisposed conditions ? Your personal history ?

Anyways, thanks again for the killer report. Peace.
 
You need to stop mixing psychedelics with "gun games" dude. I don't know what to tell you. :\
 
had a bad flashback from a paintball+acid+bad people incident

Havn't we all...;)
 
The rest of the story (from my perspective)

D has given me the word to write anything that happened, but I told him I'd save details from his POV. He says he is over what happened and doesn't feel too sensitive about it. And good news, he is writing up his side of the story as he has time, and it will be ready soon %)

So here I was, injured ankle, friend 20 meters away behind a tree. I call for him repeatedly. "D, please come I'm here to help, we have to get out of here,," etc. C comes running up saying positive things to persuade him to come out of the dense forest. "At least come to the field you'll get lost in there!"

I slowly limp towards him trying to be quiet, but the fallen leaves were crunching loud. This sends him running out into the field, but he grabs a pair of night vision and runs back into the woods. Ugh. Now we had a tripping out guy with night vision. At this point I was very nervous because we were at a persons house I barely knew and had a trip disaster taking place, with one of his goggles broke. At one point, I got a huge wave of anxiety on top of what I already had and immediately threw up on a tree. The puke almost seemed to glow with its own power for a second.

It was a nerve wrecking time with D running around with another pair of night vision. We could barely see him and horrible things such as having to get the police involved for his safety popped in and out of my head.

***

After a half hour of following him around in the woods, him always running and yelling when we got close, he finally came to his senses and came to us with his hands up. "Put your hands down D, its ok" and I patted him on the back. He didn't talk much, just gives me a nervous look and says "damn, damn" quietly. We set the gear inside the door along with a note apologizing for the goggles, which C had to write because my verbal skills were mixed up into a swirl. My thinking was very distorted and loopy once the goal of getting D safe was over. Once again, my mind stayed somewhat sober to deal with a threatening situation.

In the car I felt overwhelmed by the Tool music playing, then it clicked and I was on the level with it, riding the music up and down in some dimension that overlapped our 3, like rollercoasters underwater which stayed dry despite being open. (best way I can describe). This was with my eyes closed and I cannot describe the incredible flow of it.

Me and D got dropped off at my place. I wanted to make sure he recovered well. I decided against giving him a diazepam. I wanted him to calm naturally. I got him a hot shower going. After he took that, we smoked some weed which kicked in the visuals and the more stimulating mindspace of shoomland. We watched "Red Rock West" which we thoroughly enjoyed. We didn't talk much about the trip because I wanted him to have a good finish without reliving bad memories.

So the story has a good ending, with the exception of the night vision goggle destruction, which I received a call on yesterday; they can be repaired for a few hundred $ which is better than the $1k it would take to replace. Too bad its on my CC card but shit happens and D is making payments to me.
 
At least he wasn't abducted by aliens. We don't need another "fire in the sky" stay away from the woods at night.
 
woah dude. I think you should make it your philosphy to keep away from weapons even fake weapons when on drugs. The paintball story was bad enough and you guys decide to repeat the whole thing.
Whatever happened to going to a concert or sitting in the park or to a rave?
 
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woah dude. I think you should make it your philosphy to keep away from weapons even fake weapons when on drugs. The paintball story was bad enough and you guys decide to repeat the whole thing.
Whatever happened to going to a concert or sitting in the park or to a rave?

I've always wanted to play Dragonball Z or Street Fighter or something while tripping. Sadly, when I asked about LSD and shrooms, people said the visuals aren't like that, where you picture yourself doing something (i.e., launching a kamehameha or ha-doken) and it happens, visually.

If I could do that though, I'd probably never be sober. I'd be too busy protecting the planet from stuff and shooting energy waves through buildings.
 
^Then how do you explain the lack of aliens in my area if i didnt freeze dry them all into oblivion with my electric space ray 5000 and rainbow colored brain waves?

Good report btw.
 
I don't think I could perform in any sort of competition while on psychedelics. I just feel to nice and hippy-ish to try to gun down my fellow man. Now on stims, alcohol or opiates (or a nice combo) this sounds like a kickass time.
 
Yeah, games at night on psychedelics typically don't work out too well.

I once tried to play glow-in-the-dark frisbee on shrooms with glowstick bracelets and light-up bee's. NO way. You can't see anything, just streaks of light. Try to catch a light up frisbee at night on shrooms, it's impossible. You try to catch it when it's 6 feet away from you, and by the time it gets close enough to grab, you're not reaching in the right direction, haha.
 
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