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charlie E

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alri people,
tell us all the worst trip u have ever had ....
all tho i have never had one to date.... my mate told me about when he dropped acid in the woods with his girlfriend ...he was told there were wolfs where thy were campin , so when he dropped him and his girlfriend started freakin out ....curled up...they said they felt as if they were dead stuck in a loop and that they werent gonna get out .......

your turn....
 
LOL curling up into a fetal position is not a very good defense against getting attacked by a wolf.


Mine was kind of a long story involving getting lost in the wilderness and getting covered in poison oak and stinging nettles and shit after taking ayahuasca.
 
I've had two bad trips but it was because I put myself in bad environments. The first time, I got pressured into tripping with a group of people I wasn't really that good of friends with. It was also the first time I tripped with a group of people. About 4-5 hours in on 150-200mics of liquid (my first and only experience with liquid :( too bad I didn't enjoy it), three of the people I was with got into a huge arguement. It didn't have anything to do with me, but it FREAKED me out. I guess someone was stealing customers from the other and I guess it wasn't the first time. After things settled,I tried to keep my cool, but I was very uncomfortable. I was pretty quiet all night, but later on randomly I kept asking my friends "am i losing it?" and they all knew I was starting to freak out. They did their best to comfort me, but I couldn't relax. Then about a half hour later, I couldn't even speak or make sense of what they were saying. I remember in my mind I was trying so hard to hold onto the conversation, but I couldn't make sense of them. That's when I really thought I lost my mind, and thought I was going to be stuck like that forever. About 5 hours after that, I was starting to be able to make sense of my friends again. I was still tripping, and I would still drift out of the conversation, but things were getting clearer. I eventually was able to fall asleep, and I woke up not knowing much that happened. My friends said for the good part of the night, I was staring at the clock with a terrified look on my face. They then handed me the TV remote and told me I could watch anything, but I couldn't figure out the remote. The whole time this happened, my friends parents were sleeping upstairs and had no idea. When I woke up, I thought everyone was going to be pissed at me, but they were totally cool with it. They understood, and told me I didn't ruin their night and everything was fine. I just felt really bad about it because we weren't that good of friends at the time, and I thought they all were going to be pissed some random kid freaked out and they had to take care of me. We ended up becoming really good friends after that haha - still kick it a few times a week even though we all go to different colleges. Truely some of the best dudes I've ever met...
 
Ive never had a bad trip, only trips too intense to handle. Like when i did anywhere from 400mcg to a milligram of acid (shit was realllllyyyyy good liquid, 5 drops of 100-150, my dealer says 200, mics each)

It started out really strong, and kept getting stonger for an hour or two after that 8o the drops were on sugar cubes, so i had to eat 3 big ass cubes (2 were double dropped), needless to say that fucked my stomach up. Horrible stomach pains on that much acid is no fun at all... it got better after I threw up though. But got even more intense since I wasnt concentrating on my stomach anymore :\

was it a good night? not really. Was it a bad night? not really
 
First time on shrooms, two potent grams, a mental blackout of about 45 minutes interrupted an otherwise very fun trip, and suddenly all the lights in my room were turned off and I was feeling muddled up and anxious. And then, gradually, all my senses merged into an incomprehensible blur. I was still seeing and hearing things, only I couldn't make sense of any of it, it was all just random colours and sounds, and I couldn't tell them apart. Then my thoughts and emotions got tossed into the mix, so I couldn't tell the difference between my internal and external realities. Goodbye, identity... bye, sense of self... bye, time, bye space, bye coherence of any kind. The last thought I had was, distinctly: "Oh, fuck. I have just ruined my entire life." It was like walking out of this world into a total nightmare.

When this Blur spat me back out, I had no idea who or what I was, and I spent the next four hours recovering my identity piece by piece amid a confusing and traumatising trip. I was convinced I was brain damaged and in a mental hospital. When I woke up the next morning, sane but shell-shocked, I couldn't believe I'd actually come down. I vowed never to touch drugs again. Deciding to go back to them after being mind-raped for four hours was a decision that took me several weeks to agonise over.
 
I've never had a bad trip on real LSD. However, recently I dosed on what was thought to be LSD, but we later found out it was heavily mixed with 2C-T-2. I have no idea how high the dose was, but I assure you, being someone who is experienced in tripping, it was a very high dose.

I took 1 dose a few weeks earlier, so I figured taking 4 would be perfect since the 1 dose was barely noticeable. I took them on the way to a Party, and they hit me way too early. I was walking around a very bad neighborhood in Brooklyn, no idea where I was going and it was hitting me strong. I finally found the party, and was uncomfortable the moment I got there. I started chilling with my friends, but I had no idea how to react to anything around me. Literally nothing in my head processed fully and I couldn't react properly. Nothing made sense. Girls came up to me to talk, and I just squealed because the energy coming from them going into me was too much to handle. I would make the weirdest faces, screaming silently and clawing at my face. I would standing next to my friends in groups talking, and I wouldn't be able to hear them talking, but what everything that did come through I thought was something negative about me. I thought everyone was talking about me, making fun of me. I felt so vulnerable, like everyone could see what I was thinking and feeling. My entire soul, my life, my experiences and my thoughts were exposed for the whole world to pick apart and dissect.

I started hallucinating really bad. My best friend took care of me all night, and sat me down against a wall to relax. I started seeing people that weren't there. I visualized a girl, she was sitting next to me watching over me for a good hour and a half. Only she was miles away in Upstate New York, no possible way she was there. I'd see faces, and all of them were morphing back and forth into other faces, but only their faces kept changing. I had no idea who was and wasn't talking to me, and everything anybody said to me I took it as them making fun of me. Again, I felt like my entire soul was exposed, like everyone could see who I was and I thought they were making fun of it all.

My friends told me I started acting very aggressive at this point. I was punching people, yanking at girl's hair, I even punched my friend right in the face for no reason. I thought everything was death, and I was dieing. I remember seeing everyone around me, Men and Women, and I had no idea what was right or wrong. I remember thinking deeply about sexuality, and love and happiness, life and death. I kept thinking I was dieing. I remember seeing this girl I know, we're friends but not close or anything. I remember seeing her, and thinking how beautiful she was. She was the only source of beauty in my view, in my vision. Everything around me was grimy, dirty and disgusting. Yet, here was this beautiful gorgeous girl, innocent and kind hearted. She looked so sexy, pure beauty. I remember staring at her, and motioning for her to come over to me. She reached out her hands to help me stand up, and I slowly did, but all I could do was stare at her and smile. I wanted to kiss her, but I felt guilt for having these feelings for her, she was my boy's ex girlfriend. He really fell for her, and I didn't want to fuck shit up. Next thing I remember is yanking her hair and biting her neck. I think I was trying to kiss her neck, and bite softly but I was in such a fucked state of mind that I couldn't comprehend was Softly or Kiss meant.

The entire night was a miserable experience. Several times security came over to me and asked if I was okay, several times I cried and passed out in front of friends and total strangers. I was dragged out, my boys had to carry me out of the club like I was some drunk. At the time of course I didn't give a shit, but now that I look back I'm nothing but embarrassed.
 
I've never had an absolutely terrible trip... But the most recent time I tripped probably freaked me out the most. I was only on 2 hits of LSD but it was really strong stuff, and it seemed to be hitting me harder than it usually does. I had tripped off of 3 hits 2 weeks prior to that off of the same type and I handled it just fine, so I don't know what went wrong... But long story short, the entire trip seemed like deja vu to me, like it all already had happend (possibly due to the trip two weeks ago, seeing as my friends and I did basically the same thing - walked around a park and forest - both times). I got to the point where I thought I was going literally insane. I got stuck in this loop and I got extremely confused and had no idea what was going on and could barely form complete sentences. I don't know what happened with that trip and why that all happened, but it's a very scary thing when you truly believe you've gone mentally insane forever.
 
I had dropped acid at about 5 PM with my homie (a male) and had a sober driver (female). We go to a neighborhood that had a nature walk, got there by about 6 PM and started walking, the sun was just starting to set. We're walking and this gardener drives past us while staring, he ends up circling like 3 more times staring each time (the female was a pretty 18 y/o). We start trippin' out and go back onto this nature trail. The girl then started to talk about how scary that was and it turns out she was almost raped yesterday by a distant friend of mine (friend by association), and she began to talk about how it was her fault and she shouldn't have been alone with the guy...so now it's about 6:45 PM and I'm trippin' hard while my friend goes yeah maybe you shouldn't of been alone with him...
For the next 30 minutes I tried to convince the girl she was at no fault while my other friend (who actually cares for this girl and was just too immature to realize what he was doing) was not helping at all, definitely brought bad vibes for me and fucked me up mentally for a few hours.
 
By the way, the only time I've ever felt as if I was on the verge of some sort of mental breaking point, was after combining LSD, alcohol, and marijuana. Acid and MJ is totally cool with me, too. I would definitely recommend staying away from alcohol while tripping. Counterintuitively, instead adding any sort of calmness, it made things really edgy and frightening and just "insane".
 
TheAppleCore said:
By the way, the only time I've ever felt as if I was on the verge of some sort of mental breaking point, was after combining LSD, alcohol, and marijuana. Acid and MJ is totally cool with me, too. I would definitely recommend staying away from alcohol while tripping. Counterintuitively, instead adding any sort of calmness, it made things really edgy and frightening and just "insane".
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I feel the opposite, having a shot or two while tripping can be a nice experience. I personally enjoy sipping on two or three beers when I'm tripping, it adds a nice calming sensation. As long as I'm on a high enough dose, the alcohol will never overpower the doses.
 
I had a hardcore panic attack and experienced derealization / depersonalization for the first time ever while tripping on a combination of 2C-I and weed. I had never felt derealization before and to feel it for the first time during an already heavily altered state of consciousness was just pure madness. I knew that something utterly fucked was happening inside my head, something beyond the actions of the drugs. I was sure of it. And since I was tripping and intensely anxious and fearful, the worst possible scenarios seemed to be the most likely (permanent insanity, stroke, psychosis, near-death experience, etc.) I couldn't fully describe the experience if I tried, and I really don't think I'd like to. My psyche was stretched, torn, warped, wrung and ridiculed. Entities filled my head, higher dimensional beings that laughed at me, a poor creature of earth torn from his precious little world and now trapped in a state of mind that was wholly beyond his understanding. Life was nothing but a sick, twisted joke at the time, an alien's throwaway thought. I try to think of a word that best fits that night, and I keep coming back to "filthy". I remember saying that a lot after the trip, when describing it to a friend of mine, along with words like disgusting and grotesque. It was a traumatic experience that scarred me and left me with severe panic disorder and persistent derealization disorder for 4-6 months following. I would not hesitate to say that I had and maybe still have some form of PTSD as well.

I do not regret the experience, however. It's all a part of the journey. There was darkness in my mind that was building up for many years. Hell, I invited it to build up. I wallowed in it. I thought I was comfortable in it, that I wanted it. And for a while, I was and I did. I became dependent on it in a way. But, that trip showed me what true darkness was, and taught me to appreciate the light and the beauty of life. I am proud to say that I have overcome these obstacles completely on my own, resumed my use of psychedelics, found some form of peace through Buddhist teachings and other spiritual practices, and have not had a bad trip since that day. And while I still struggle with the "darkness" at times, I feel stronger now than I ever have.

In conclusion, drugs be crazy yo.
 
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TheAppleCore said:
By the way, the only time I've ever felt as if I was on the verge of some sort of mental breaking point, was after combining LSD, alcohol, and marijuana. Acid and MJ is totally cool with me, too. I would definitely recommend staying away from alcohol while tripping. Counterintuitively, instead adding any sort of calmness, it made things really edgy and frightening and just "insane".
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That sort of thing is down to individual response IMO. Though is also dose dependent on a high scale as lower level intox is usually just a relaxation where disinhibtion/amnesia/confusion start at higher doses. Same thing can happen with benzos if you dose very high and end up awake while tripping. Low dose is relaxing while higher doses bring large confusion and amnesia to the plate(dependent on type as well).
 
Never a bad trip on acid, but holy fucking shit I had the worst trip of my life on Shrooms... scares me even thinking about it....
 
I hear you Te0X2t, pure desperation, the dark night of the soul, the whole shebang. Yeah shrooms, they always seem to want to take me one step further than I planned to go... even if that was to go quite quite far down the rabbithole.
 
^ The rabbit hole is infinitely deep. 8o

No thirst for a further removal from reality will go unquenched, with the right dose of tryptamines.
 
My worst trip was when I discovered the Fact.. Sure as hell wasn't ready to realize Everything.
Shook me to my core, and if it weren't for my being so scared, I'd have killed myself.

Sometimes, you really ought to have something handy for when shit gets real.
 
I took too much mescaline and pee'd my pants because I was in such a deep psychosis.
When i was conscious I didn't recognise my friends and thought they were malevolent beings. Here is a list of some of the horrible things that i thought:
I was being held captive by a serial killer
I thought i had slit my wrists.
I thought my friend and i were trapped in our drug dealer’s house and we were rotting alive.
I thought i had been captured by a Brazilian drug cartel and they had no use for me so they were going to kill me.
I thought i was trapped in between those gaps you see in subways and every time i saw light i would scream for help.
I thought i was actually a little girl and had fallen under a bridge and was drowning while other people watched. (I am male lulul).
I thought i had aged and was a disgusting old man who was delusional and pathetic.

Bad trips suck and i wish my friends could have pulled me out of it.
 
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I've had that trip about being old and decaying, and also the one about being a small girl.
The latter turned into a psychosis; so no, they're not the same thing at all ha..
 
I have had two bad trips, both times I was on a dose larger than my usual. I have tripped a fair bit with mescaline and LSD, but these are usually single doses (1 cube, or 1 foot of cactus).

Do you think this means i just can't handle large amounts of psychedelics?
 
Psychedelics, I believe, have much less to do with set and setting than most think.

Contrarily, psychedelic literally means mind-manifesting.
Just as Existence is a manifestation of the singularity.

Everything in your life, but especially psychedelics (due to their effects on perception and reality), is controlled by you.
Perhaps you should examine and integrate the content of the bad trips.
There may be something you need to work out in yourself.
 
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