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itsonlyme123

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Paranoid or grandiose... Tell us about your favourite/worst/scariest delusions whilst on drugs.
 
Last time I went on an IV speed binge I broke my head a bit and spent weeks convinced someone was going to try and run me over, would only walk down the pavement behind cars so I couldn't be attacked without warning. Spent a week or so sleeping with a massive knife under my pillow and the bed pulled in front of the door so you couldn't get in my room whilst I slept.

Woops.
 
THECATINTHEHAT said:
Last time I went on an IV speed binge I broke my head a bit and spent weeks convinced someone was going to try and run me over, would only walk down the pavement behind cars so I couldn't be attacked without warning. Spent a week or so sleeping with a massive knife under my pillow and the bed pulled in front of the door so you couldn't get in my room whilst I slept.

Woops.
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Oof. Just the once? I bet 20p not.

I spent 5 hours sat in the train station once because I didn't want to be followed by the "people" who were hanging around, then I started panicking that it was a plot to keep me sat there until my phone battery died and so couldn't contact anybody if I needed to... I sent a goodbye text to my mother. She replied telling me to stop taking drugs.
 
Paranoid.

Edinburgh. The Millennium. At my cousin's flat. Smoked some skunk and tried to keep up with the experienced young 'uns. Smoked too much.

Got slagged off for my choice of shirt. Fell out with everyone. Started arguing. Felt faint. Had a whitey. Spent an hour shivering/passed out in a cold sweat on my cousin's bed while everyone else had a great time.

Woke up an hour later, wondering what happened. Went out and had a shit Millennium, somehow stone cold fucking sober despite the massive quantities of booze drank.

Swore never to smoke skunk again. ;)
 
itsonlyme123 said:
Oof. Just the once? I bet 20p not.

I spent 5 hours sat in the train station once because I didn't want to be followed by the "people" who were hanging around, then I started panicking that it was a plot to keep me sat there until my phone battery died and so couldn't contact anybody if I needed to... I sent a goodbye text to my mother. She replied telling me to stop taking drugs.
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Lol no I've had other episodes kicked off by IV stim use in the past this one broke me pretty bad for a few weeks though. Moral of the story is never inject stims without smack to take the edge off. Or something like that....
 
One of my oddest delusional fixations was, as cliché as it is, surrounding some universal mystery that would be revealed to me, and me alone given I was an unmatched genius, if only I could 'crack the code' in the clues hidden in my day to day life.
It revolved around the number 36, I would spend hours breaking down numbers on bus tickets and manipulating them into an equation that yielded a sum, or factor, of 36. I'd do the same thing with dates, times, prices, page numbers, book titles, website 'hit' counters... anything, really.
I wasn't entirely sure if the code would allow me to enter a new dimension or warn me of the impending apocalypse from which I would be saved.

Funnily enough, I was sober at that point. Never did figure it out, though I amassed a collection of several thousand bus and train tickets, product receipts and torn pages from books and magazines.
 
SproutOnSmack said:
One of my oddest delusional fixations was, as cliché as it is, surrounding some universal mystery that would be revealed to me, and me alone given I was an unmatched genius, if only I could 'crack the code' in the clues hidden in my day to day life.
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a beautiful mind?
 
After an extended amphetamine binge I became convinced that the hedgerows and fields I passed on my daily cycle to and from work were the perfect place for dealers to stash their drugs. So one night on the way home I spent six hours searching under hedges and the base of trees for their stash. I thought I'd struck gold when I found a bag full of old wet newspapers with white mould growing on them. I was 'certain' that it was actually cocaine infused into the paper by the smugglers...

Amphetamine psychosis eh? Can't beat it...
 
Years ago when I worked in an office I had the delusion that even though I didn't do a great deal of work and was off sick an awful lot, they wouldn't sack me cos I was too valuable to them............... I was wrong :)
 
My scariest delusions happened without the influence of drugs, but certain psychedelics and dissociatives would aggravate those underlying delusions.

LSD would always convince me that I was here to spread some kind of message which my own, twisted, solipsistic version of the universal mind was attempting to disseminate. I would transmit this wordlessly, in bars full of people who weren't tripping, by grinning at them, assuming cruciform position, and adopting a childlike stare.

Must've looked a right dick.

MXE made.me manic enough to make my delusions psychotic. I not only believed in the same other world I believed in with LSD, but I believed I was controlling all coincidences, traffic lights, absurd moments, etc. I remember finding a can of 'Black Sun' energy drink and standing at a crossroads, using it to bless the traffic with the sign of the cross.

Ideas of reference became delusions of reference; I thought that three Kinks LPs were all about me. Three very dramatic Kinks LPs, which were all I'd talk about at gigs, parties, or bars.

Again, what a dick.

The most lasting and damaging delusions, however, have always occurred independently of the drugs.
 
Thinking I had solved all my money worries by selling drug bags on ebay!!!,
 
That my friends were planning to throw eggs at me and empty a huge bucket of water on me. And this was all planned with the people in the room next door
 
That there was industrial salt in my drugs to dehydrate me and ultimately cause me to have gall bladder problems... It could have turned out nasty if I had been able to drink as much water as I thought I needed to.
 
Thinking that Salvador Dali was speaking to me personally through his work, and that it was a common thing for trippers to be 'Dali'd'. Several potent hits of LSD at home one night, peaking, decided to have a flick through the Taschen book of his best works that my sister had given us a few years previous. Before being engrossed in it, I chuckled that I should really start from the beginning and chart his life, and after being awestruck by a couple images I done just that. The head phones were blaring, the synaesthesia was kicking in and the parallels between the music, art and mind were uncanny.
 
not my story but one of my closest friends had a psychotic break when he was abusing DMT on a daily basis, he though that there were ghosts in my fridge.
 
Amphetamine psychosis (again) - hiding behind the sofa every time the phone rang because they were 'out to get me' and I was convinced 'they' were peeking through gaps in the closed curtains... This was before the days of mobiles, so I'm not quite sure how they'd manage to phone and look through the windows at the same time.
 
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