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Ever wake up from a drug induced daze or nod to find yourself in a scary situation?

Once, some friends and I were smoking Eyptian mint tobacco from a big hookah. We didn't think it had any sort of effects... it was just for the flavour. Anyways, my one buddy tripped out and wandered off into the woods thinking he was the Messiah, but that's beside the point. In the morning, I woke up, saw that it was 9 o clock as I walked upstairs, and went to the bathroom. I blinked as I was about to piss, and woke up in the tub beside the toilet with my wang hanging out. His mom could've walked in anytime! Anyways, as I headed downstairs, I discovered I'd been there for half an hour.

Coulda been worse, I guess!
 
michael said:
i've told this story before here, but i once woke up after a night of boozing in a tub full of FREEZING COLD water. apparently i had decided taking a bath was a brilliant idea.

with all of my clothes on.

shoes too.

and a baseball cap.

only allah knows how long i was actually in the water.
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LOL. That's funny. You must have been a giant prune.
 
One night freshman year, as always I had been partying hard, came back to my dorm w/ 2 good friends, roommates who lived across the hall. But they did not smoke cigs, and my wasted ass was planning on sitting outside the entrance smoking, so they went up to their room.

Last thing I remember was talking to some random dude chilling outside who also lived in the building. Woke up suddenly to the fire alarm going off!!! I was snuggled up to this guy in my bra and pants (at least, but still!! 8( ) I didn't know where I was, who he was, how I had gotten there, where my shirt was, what had happened, what time it was, or what was going on!!! I was still drunk, and very confused to say the least. It was terribly chaotic.

PLUS, I couldn't figure out what that horrible, horrible, screaming noise was!!

The alarm was just terrifying, because I was so dazed and confused when it jerked me awake that I could not determine what it was!! I am so not a morning person, I am so disoriented when I wake up (the earlier the worse) that I can't function. I also hate alarms, and they will bother me at any time of the day due to their association with mornings/waking up.

As it turns out, the alarm went of randomly around dawn, so like about 2 hours after i got home according to friends. I lept out of bed, attempting to turn off an alarm clock, and realized I didn't know where I was. I found my shirt, and he figured out we needed to leave because the fire alarm was going off.

Hadn't sobered up yet, wandered out to the hall, and out of the building dazed. Turns out I was in a room on the other side of my building. Found my friends in the crowd, felt all trashy and gross in my previous night's clothes.

So that whole thing kind of sucked, mostly the hardcore confusion/panic when I woke up. Later had a flashback of walking through the lobby w/ him and going to the left and not the right. Guess thats what I get for drinking so much. 8)
 
I forgot to add, blahblahblah, passed out on your building stairs w/ mashed potatos all over your face is terribly funny!! Sorry it happened to ya, but that is classic. :)
 
This one time i was chilling with a friend in a squatted old cafe.. i was already awake for two days and the speed was all gone. we did have some K left so we both snorted 2 huge lines and then another two huuge ones.. i sort of drifted off into a weird daze and finally fell asleep. i suddenly woke up in a room full of people carrying around speakers and beer and lots of other supplies. i turned out to be friday and they where throwing a party in the old bar. i freaked me out since all of my stuff was on the floor; phone, wallet, mirror, empty bags etc. etc. but they were all cool in the end. all dopers themselves too :)
 
First time i ate acid took 3 hits and was still frying. My friend comes and picks me up and we are smokin a blunt and decide to drive past our old shroom pasture. 2 cops were parked and started to follow us and pulled us over for his liscence plate light or some shit, and he had a tab in the car and they found the bag of weed. I didnt have anything on me so i got off, my friend got arrested and told me "your never gonna see me again" as they let me go. The next weekend he commited suicide. The whole thing seemed so fake and like i was dreaming. It was insane also because they cuffed me and when they were questioning me i could see a bunch of weed on my shirt cus i just rolled a blunt and they didnt even see it, thank god.
 
This thread has some incredible stories in it. A+ for starting it.

I can't think of anything as scary as most but..

-This one time a friend and I were taking temazepams and Norcos (hydrocodone 10s) by the handfull and I kinda blacked out but was still awake, after a half hour of just a memory blank where we apparently walked across a large busy highway to meet a friend with a quarter of bud, I kind of wake up to reality to see myself leaning over our homemade bong ripping on it. I had no idea what was going on really but just kept hitting the bong when it came to me.

-Wake up after ODing on vodka at a DMB show (I never made it inside:( ) to nurses and doctors all around not knowing what the hell is going on, lying on a stretcher in the hallway of a hospital, convinced all the staff workers were hispanic or only spoke spanish and kept yelling in spanish to them, passing out again and waking up to my parents next to my stretcher telling me about my BAC of .283 blahblah. It sucked.

-Halloween I was doing an inordinate amount of drinking and smoking, came home, made it to my suite/dormroom fine, I remember that, but waking up at 7 (3 hours later) 3 floors down in a suite of 4 girls, in some girls bed (she wasnt in it though) not knowing where I was or how the hell I'd gotten down to the 8th floor. To this day I still dunno why I ended up there.

- Also this year, probably my second college party, I was also mildly addicted to klonopin at the time. Go to a campus of a university that shares some campus space with our larger university, to one of their frat houses. Anyway, I wind up meeting up with the same dealer I bought a gram off of last week. I was drinking alot of beer and my memory was fucked from the clonazepam anyway so I guess I bought weed off him. I sold some ambien I had, smoked a blunt with some dude and did the similar thing to above, kinda blacking out without passing out and 'waking up to reality' in someone's dorm room, sitting around a hookah filled with weed, lots of people in the room, being handed a bottle of rum and drinking it. Not sure how I got home that night.
 
- At a New Year's party a few years ago I was majorly fried on a small combo of hallucinogens. This was one of the last large communal trip parties we (a bunch of old friends) had. I'd had a fairly large amount of AMT, mushrooms, extreme amounts of high grade pot, and salvia extract periodiocally. I remember carrying around a bottle of pink champagne for a while.. no clue how much of that I drank or where it came from. I remember shooting off fireworks, totally blasted. I don't know how we didn't burn the place down. Thankfully it was a big house out in the middle of a giant secluded feild. After smoking the salvia the last time, I remember seing the stars outside drip rainbows down onto the grass. I remember a large fire in the grass that I passed on my way out. I have clue if it was intentional or not. The next thing I knew, two people were helping me up. I had fallen into a trance, laying on my back in a couple inches of water/mud in the middle of a pasture area.

- One night during my freshman year at college I took some ridiculous amount of xanax and alcohol. I meant to just have a bar and a beer or two. I ended up eating all the xanax I had and drinking large amount of Everclear straight out of the bottle. I'm pretty sure I should have been taken to the hospital for alc. poisoning. Another friend was in teh same condition. I remember going in and out of the dorm... wandering around in a ghetto nearby, conversing with several tweaked out crackheads, and making it back to school intact... barely. I made it to my door, where I collapsed. I knew I couldn't be found in the hall like that, so I tried to get up and open it and walk in. I thought I was just having probs getting the key in the hole... the next day the guy across the hall said I had been slumped against the opposing wall, loudly throwing my keys at the door over and over mumbling incoherrently. I spent the next day vomiting after swallowing any amount of liquid.

Eventually had to go the ER the next day and get rehydrated. This sucked majorly, and was the last seriously dangerous encounter with alcohol I had.
 
When I'm under the influence, my ideas about moderation take a vacation and I make some very bad decisions about my substance intake. The worst decision thus far (and hopefully ever!) was to drop a ambien while rolling on MDA. To top off my poor decision making skills with substances, I decided to do it at a psytrance event in NYC. I blacked out and came to, who know's how long I'd been "out", going through the pockets of a jacket that was not mine. It gets better. There is a 6'11" angry man yelling in my face: "What the fuck are you doing? I will keel you!" Thick accent, no clue where he was from, but could have been middle eastern. Didn't matter, I had a huge, unpredictable man yellin' at me, and it kinda took me by suprise... since I had no idea why I was holding his jacket and going through the pockets. I could only assume that I was looking for the hoodie that I came in wearing but had since "misplaced"... I never DID find my fucking hoodie... anyway, I tried to mumble that I'd thought it was my hoodie, apologized shoving the thing back into his hands and executing an about face to get the fuck out of there. I probably mumbled something unintelligable, damn near knocked the guy down with his shit and stumbled out of the club into the NYC sunrise. I would suggest never trying to mix a pill of MDA with the prescription hypnotic Ambien.

Then there was the time I went on my last tweeker binge (yes, my last, I swear! ;)) and started having mini-blackouts during conversations. I'd look up and notice one of my friends turning bringht red and getting all pissed off at me for something I had no knowledge of ever saying. Later I was quoted back to myself, and I couldn't believe the things that came out of my mouth... I never talk to people with such hatred. Problem is that once I came down I couldn't remember what they said I said to them... drain bramage I guess. Either that or I just chose not to remember... but then again, could be a little from column A and a little from column B.
 
I took 6 benadryls with 4 cups of espresso and an entire huge bottle of cheap strong white wine. I blacked out and came back in a semi-dream haze at a grocery store trying to buy a can of beer. The woman at the counter knew I was fucked and kept making excuses not for me to buy the beer--I shrugged my shoulders and smiled a big grin at her and hobbled out of the store embarassed. Blacked out again and woke up in the shower crying and screaming with my girlfriend banging on the door asking what was wrong--I ended up throwing up EVERYTHING and woke up an hour later completely sober. I thank to God I can keep myself straight even when so fucked up, I remember everything I did and said even when I blacked out because i'm so self concious i'm going to do something stupid I ingrain it into my memory.
 
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nevr woken up nxt 2 a fatty. woke up 2 an ugly tho :(

after a night of hard drinkin 2 years ago i woke up in disused 2nd world war army bunker 1/2 submerged in water. that was scary.

when i started drinking heavy i usually ended waking up in bushses and hedgerows, once in a scary, with no recolection of how i got ther.

me + my mates once put our relly drunk relly stoned frend on a train to london, a good 5 hour drive from where we were :)

hav woken up in plenty of random houses, and ,of course,police cells.

weirdest was wen i i drunk a litre of vodka +took 6 pills passed out in a graveyard, woke up with an old man standin over me lookin concerned. turns out he was the priest who lives next to the graveyard + church, thought i was a hobo, + bein the kind christian he is, took me into his house. that was a mad mad nite.
 
oh yeah, and mi mate told me once he went on a 2 day coke speed +drinkin binge, then woke up at the reading music festival with no idea how he got ther :) turns out he insisted he go wiv his mate +got a lift ther......
 
DexterMeth,
Yes for some reason I'm still alive and well. My drug use hasn't even reached the hardcore level, either. I've had other close calls that don't involve drugs that I've lived through. I think most posting in this thread are lucky to be alive, and should have "died 3 times over."

One week I nearly died 3 times! Deer jumped in front of our car while driving on Monday, Wednesday I choked on some steak, and Friday a scaffolding fell on me.
 
sort of....

once when i was rushing hard on pills i was on the phone to my friend... i was rushing so hard that i kept on going into this daze that would last about 2mins.. i basically passed out but still being awake.. was strange.. i would 'awake' and realise that im still on the phone to her and ask frantically if she was still there on the phone! it happend about 3 times before i finally told her that i was just not able to talk to her properly as i was just rushing way too hard ;)
 
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