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

[Aphex Ecstasy]

wow god must hate you nen.

I remember one time I took about a box of dramamine maybe a little less im not really sure. well I woke up in a park about half a mile from where I was staying with no shirt on and a cig in my mouth that never got lit. Appearently My legs where hurting me really bad so I got up and walked outside and my friends said I was smoking and they went inside to get something to drink and I was gone. They where up at the park smoking a joint looking for me and they saw me passed out in the middle of a path. They woke me up and handed me a joint and I said wtf just happend!?

 

[Percussion_is_Free]

this thread kicks so much ass

Right when I saw the topic this experience popped into my head. I had stayed up all night on adderall smoking hookah at 'the gypsy,' a 'hookah-themed' restaurant, real fun place. Around 3 in the morning, my friend tells me he's got mushrooms and asked if I wanted to trip in the morning. Of course!

Next morning, I had gotten barely any sleep, hadn't eaten, and the first thing I put into my body was 2.5 grams of shroom powder. We drove up this peninsula and sat down at a look-out over the entire los angeles basin and santa monica bay, one of the best views I've ever seen.

I start to come up so fucking hard, my vision just spun out of control, I got the craziest body load. I felt like I was going to trip balls and definitely didn't want to. I tried to calm myself down but couldn't shake the feeling that I was going to fall deep into a crazy bad trip.

I stood up and lurched along the top of this STEEP hillside, trying to get to the car where I had an emergency xanax. I never made it there.

I woke up embedded in a giant bush, hanging there upside down, caught on various snags and branches. I had no fucking clue where I was, maybe abducted by aliens suspended in some sort of diagnostic rig? No fucking clue! I slowly came back and realized I was tripping, and upside down in a bush. I struggled my way DOWN through the foliage and then walked back up the hill. I felt GREAT now for some reason

My friends said I did the hunter s thompson walk towards the car, then just sort of tumbled down the hill and into the bush. They both said they thought I was just being 'me' (I fuck around like that a lot) and just left me down there, laughing at my antics. I asked them how long I was out. Shit man, 2 minutes at least!"

Moral(s) of the story... don't trip after you've been on speed, and make sure to have some nutrients in your body. Don't walk along the edge of a cliff while you're coming up either

 

[nenarOPI]

Alphex, agreed. God hates me.
DexterMeth, thanks for your concern, and I'm much more about moderation nowadays, and don't h ave access to anything except alcohol and weed anyway :/ And eh, kickass adventures, I don't think so - alot of regrettable and humiliating things have been done or happened because of me just trying to go get as fucked up as possible..

 

[dabb]

^I can relate to your alcohol OD i might have told this here before but woke up new years day 01 still drunk and with no fucking idea where i was, got my phone off the side table and rang my friend asking "where am i?" immeadiatly before yelling "AND WTF IS IN MY ARM". Turns out i was in a hospital and had an IV drip attached having been taken there by nice paramedics when i was pass out drunk at a park in the city the night before. I 'snuck out' of the hospital and was started walking aimlessly but just happened to walk straight to the train station where i caught a train and my friend got me from the train station. My friends still give me shit bout the phone call.

 

[Frump]

Hmm.. Once I was smoking weed in the car on the way to the liquor store to get munchies. I stepped out of the car too fast I guess, the next thing I remember was being 20 feet away on the ground with a mouth full of blood. I just passed right out and landed on the edge of the pavement where the dirt starts. My tooth went like halfway through my lip and I was all scraped up.. and stoned out of my head. It was awful, and my mouth didn't stop bleeding on the inside for at least 24 hours which was disgusting..

 

[Ninjetic]

A few of my friends and I decided to do some acid one night, and ended up adding a few bags of coke to the mix. I dunno how much we put together to buy it, but it was peruvian flake and huge as hell. It was so thick that our razors didn't do shit to it. We ended up crushing it into smaller pieces by putting it under a plate of glass while applying a bit of pressure (one of my friends got a minor cut on his hand in the process. We then started cutting up the smaller pieces and racking lines. The acid kicked in bigtime, which was when things started to get weird. I was stumblin around the place numb as fuck and very hazy. I wasn't all there for most of the night, but just kept racking lines, as if almost subconsciously. When I was finally able to get some sleep, I crashed on the floor facing the couch. I woke up on the floor at about 3am, staring down the barrel of a pistol that was stashed under the couch. I was still very wasted at this point (as neither the coke nor the acid had wore off) it took me awhile to register what the hell I was looking at, but something in the back of my mind was trying to tell me it wasn't a good situaish to wake up too after a night of trippin. I told my friends what I found under the couch pointing at me and they just started laughing. I had no idea what was going on, until one of my friends told me it was merely an airgun. He even pulled it out from under the couch to show me wtf he was talking about. I felt alot better about sleeping after that, all I had to do was turn the pistol around to where the handle was facing me instead of the barrel:D Just goes to show that not every thing is what it seems

 

[PeeWeeHerman]

once at school, a bunch of friends and me were chillin' in my room in my apartment smoking some herb drinking a bunch of beers we were all feeling pretty buzzed at the time when my door flys open to reveal one of my roommates with two bloody wrists. He had both up in the air pointed to us and says "hi guys!!!!!!" real estactic like waving his hand at us, like he wanted to shock us. So some of my other room mates had to wrestle with him to get him in the shower so that they could put towels on his arms to stop the bleeding, and he is cursing and fighting not to be helped, Someone called 911. Ok so we were smoking and the room was real hotboxed, there were like 8+ heads in my room when this happened. Next thing i know i look out my door down the hallway and see cops coming down the hallway. Now besides the huge cloud of smoke and the overwhelming smell of the shit to make matters worse is that the room mate that i shared my room with was beging to learn to blow glass pipes and shit so we had a virtual head shop in our room, like cases of pipes bubblers etc, not to mention our collection of used bongs. So i had to quickly close the door and lock myself in while i frantically hid all the pieces in the room, and i had to wait the cops out. Scary shitty situation which i wished never happened.

 

[komcaz51]

Re: Re: Ever wake up from a drug induced daze or nod to find yourself in a scary situ

i started freaking out though thinking i was really dead and how much it sucked. i guess i thought iw as a ghost and my family was gonna wake up in the morning to find me missing. after about 45 min-hour i calmed down and realized i wasn't dead.

goin to sleep and waking up thinking your dead kinda sucks though.

As weird and odd as it sounds, thats something i'd perfer to experience while tripping.

 

[Coolio]

One time I stuck my tongue in a huge bag of diazepam powder and woke up 3 days later in a drunk tank with felony charges.

 

[dr mambo]

Oh yeah, forgot abou the time i did LOTS (think it was 100mg, not sure bout rx doses tho) of tempazepan, fell asleep on a deckchair then woke up in a double bed with my two best mates bouncing up and down on it shouting that i d slept with my ex ,who i swore i d never talk to again a week b for that,and who'd it've taken me wild horses and chains jus to talk to (turns out all it took was lots of knock out drops ).

 

[Tiesto]

I really can't remember if I have ever passed out on drugs...I'm sure I have, but I don't recall the situation right now. But I have had a fucked up experience with alcohol and weed (guess thats a drug!).

-We had planned on getting coke and E for the night. When both of the connections flopped. Fuck. So we decided to smoke ourselves silly and drink ourselves stupid. Boy, was I wasted. I was high as a kite, taking shot after shot. I think I was up to 25 shots. Then I remember standing up, saying to my friend "I go upstairs b back k". Got to the bathroom, violently puked, forcing it so hard that it came out of my nose. Stood up, stumbled around. Sat down on the toilet. Decided to stand up, washed my hands. Leaned against the wall, slid down the wall, my head sliding down the left of the wall. I sit on my knees and put my head on my legs. I lean forward, smack my head on the ground, and don't recalled much of what happened. I was semi concious, hearing laughing in the background (of course i didn't comprehend what was going on or where I was). I wake up, an hour and a half later with toothpaste all over my hands, arms, and face. I actually thought I had tried to brush my teeth. Then the next day my friend showed me the pictures on his camera phone - me knocked out in the middle of his bathroom floor, him squirting toothpaste all over me, and me saying "stooooooooppppppppppppp" while rubbing my hand over the 'cool' substance that was on my face at the time.

If he hadn't have come up and found me, his mom would have came down for work, (4:30am) and saw me lying in the middle of the washroom floor passed out.

Good times.

 

[Blowmonkey]

35 mg AMT & a combination of snorting/smoking 5-MeO-DMT, completely off this world, together with two friends (J and F), mumbling and drooling on the floor, actually thinking I was somewhere else.. I open up my eyes. Suddenly I see all these flashing white lights, then I hear people talking..

Me: "Wtf..?"
Voice: "Blah Blah!"

Me: "F, your neighbours or something dude.."
Me: "F, your neighbours, wake up!"
F: "Mumble, mumble.. What's wrong..?"
Me: "Your neighbours dude! They've got a flash light or something.."
F: "Where..? What lights..?"

I look around, see all these visuals.. Everythings blurry, bouncing up and down. We walk up to the window..

Me: "There, outside" oints finger:
F: "Hrrm..?" :looks around:
F: "Those aren't my neighbours.."

Voice: "Hello, open up the door! This is the police!"

Scared the shit out of us. Apparently we were keeping the whole neighbourhood awake.. LOL.

 

[the armed forces]

^^ That would fucking suck! Tripping nuts only to have the PD on your ass. I can imagine staring at the cop's hat watching it flow like a river, then watching his gun melt like jello on a hot day. tightness

 

[DexterMeth]

...and when he shoots you in the stomach, feeling those jello bullets shread through your flesh. tightness.

 

[IXinX]

Clonazepam

Ok so my dad was flying away to Poland and selling the house so I was helping him to clean out the house. Noticed he had heaps of all sorts of medications that he was throwing away, nothing i immediately recognized apart from a small bottle of something that ended in -zepam. I was familiar with what valium and temazepam did so i grabbed the bottle and went to my friends. This was a Tuesday.

We sat in his apartment in Sth Perth and smoked up a little, i was sorta unhappy when i pulled out the bottle and shared some with him. Little did i know they were 2mg Clonazepam's (Klonopin ?). 3 hrs later remember having a scant conversation about how they werent doing anything so....

It's three days later, im on my friends couch, i had no recollection of what happened during those three days. It's now friday and my 19th birthday was on Thursday. There are no clonazepam's left, not even the bottle. There is a huge water stain in the hallway where my friend tipped the bucket and went back to sleep.

Bits and pieces started to float back to memory after i had completely recovered. I have never been so utterly inundated by sleep and tiredness ever. I slept continuously for the whole weekend afterwards, heavy-limbed and fogged up. God those things were strong, i am surprised i didnt stop breathing! The scariest bit of the whole experience is that i dont remember taking more after the first three (UTTERLY NO RECOLLECTION WHATSOEVER), there were between 30-50 in that bottle.

One scene i do remember is that me and my friend were starting to feel a little drunkish off them so we made the huge journey back to my place where the rest of my weed was, he wanted to buy some. I remember staggering and laughing like i had 10 beers or something, falling into the bus up the stairs. I had bruises all along my shins...
While i was portioning out some to sell my other mate bursts in and scares the fuck out of me, then we all go off to back to the Sth Perth apt. and smoke up. Friend 1 falls asleep so we go with his room mate to an all night game centre and I try in vain to play warcraft three (this is when it first came out), i fell up the stairs again there and bought some bizarre Yeo Chinese grass drink which tasted revolting so i left it on a tower and nearly tipped it when we stumbled out to leave.

What the fuck else happened? gee, i would really love to know.
I have in my diaries somewhere i bit more recollections and feelings (written soon after it happened) which i will endeavor to add to this post....

ps. This sticks in my mind as the most i have ever lost in terms of time and reality via drugs.... It scared me.

 

[komcaz51]

35 mg AMT & a combination of snorting/smoking 5-MeO-DMT, completely off this world, together with two friends (J and F), mumbling and drooling on the floor, actually thinking I was somewhere else.. I open up my eyes. Suddenly I see all these flashing white lights, then I hear people talking..

Me: "Wtf..?"
Voice: "Blah Blah!"

Me: "F, your neighbours or something dude.."
Me: "F, your neighbours, wake up!"
F: "Mumble, mumble.. What's wrong..?"
Me: "Your neighbours dude! They've got a flash light or something.."
F: "Where..? What lights..?"

I look around, see all these visuals.. Everythings blurry, bouncing up and down. We walk up to the window..

Me: "There, outside" oints finger:
F: "Hrrm..?" :looks around:
F: "Those aren't my neighbours.."

Voice: "Hello, open up the door! This is the police!"

Scared the shit out of us. Apparently we were keeping the whole neighbourhood awake.. LOL.

LOL that is goddamn hilarious.:D I'm sure the cop thought you guys were just drunk...cops think that alot.

 

[Cyrus]

Eh... my friend woke up in the operating room with a tube in his urethra after taking around 900mg of DXM. His stomache was being pumped since the doctors didn't take my advice to simply get him in a comfortable area and give him the ability to vomit. Vegas doctors blow.

If you start to die in vegas, and get to a hospital consider yourself lost.

It was a crazy night.

 

[twitchit]

Re: Clonazepam

Ok so my dad was flying away to Poland and selling the house so I was helping him to clean out the house. Noticed he had heaps of all sorts of medications that he was throwing away, nothing i immediately recognized apart from a small bottle of something that ended in -zepam. I was familiar with what valium and temazepam did so i grabbed the bottle and went to my friends. This was a Tuesday.

We sat in his apartment in Sth Perth and smoked up a little, i was sorta unhappy when i pulled out the bottle and shared some with him. Little did i know they were 2mg Clonazepam's (Klonopin ?). 3 hrs later remember having a scant conversation about how they werent doing anything so....

It's three days later, im on my friends couch, i had no recollection of what happened during those three days. It's now friday and my 19th birthday was on Thursday. There are no clonazepam's left, not even the bottle. There is a huge water stain in the hallway where my friend tipped the bucket and went back to sleep.

Bits and pieces started to float back to memory after i had completely recovered. I have never been so utterly inundated by sleep and tiredness ever. I slept continuously for the whole weekend afterwards, heavy-limbed and fogged up. God those things were strong, i am surprised i didnt stop breathing! The scariest bit of the whole experience is that i dont remember taking more after the first three (UTTERLY NO RECOLLECTION WHATSOEVER), there were between 30-50 in that bottle.

One scene i do remember is that me and my friend were starting to feel a little drunkish off them so we made the huge journey back to my place where the rest of my weed was, he wanted to buy some. I remember staggering and laughing like i had 10 beers or something, falling into the bus up the stairs. I had bruises all along my shins...
While i was portioning out some to sell my other mate bursts in and scares the fuck out of me, then we all go off to back to the Sth Perth apt. and smoke up. Friend 1 falls asleep so we go with his room mate to an all night game centre and I try in vain to play warcraft three (this is when it first came out), i fell up the stairs again there and bought some bizarre Yeo Chinese grass drink which tasted revolting so i left it on a tower and nearly tipped it when we stumbled out to leave.

What the fuck else happened? gee, i would really love to know.
I have in my diaries somewhere i bit more recollections and feelings (written soon after it happened) which i will endeavor to add to this post....

ps. This sticks in my mind as the most i have ever lost in terms of time and reality via drugs.... It scared me.

wow! thats crazy shit!! You are lucky nothing terrible happened while you were going all those places without even realizing!! Not to mention you missed your birthday! that sucks! Weren't people looking for you? or perhaps you did celebrate and you just don't know! Did your friend have no recollection of the three days either?

 

[nenarOPI]

^This and similar experiences, m ine and others, make me never want to have a supply of benzos on hand, again. A pill here or there, with pot or some pain pills, sure, but more than 2 or 3 doses worth NO. And NEVER around alcohol..fucking benzos...

 

[Irate_Scotsman]

This thread is soooo fucking awesome...

I've got too many of these stories from back in the day, that actually recalling all of them makes me wonder how the fuck I am still alive and healthy with little to no signs of permanent damage! For starters my memory is totally shot for about a 6 month period when I was 18... but anyways... here go a couple:

I had just matched this MAD 2g blunt, this was before I had a monster tolerance too, and I was riding to the ATM to get out some money to get another half ounce, when I notice that this motherfucker truckdriver has parked his semi in the bike lane (there was a small nursery around the corner of my house and they got stock that way...), giving me like 1.5 body widths of space between me and the traffic... so me being blazed to the nutsatchel, listening to my discman, didn't hear ANOTHER semi coming up behind me in the nearby lane! Suddenly and without warning I had like a tunnel of about seriously 1.25 of my body widths between a parked semi and one doing 80... I swear that motherfucker was twacked out or something. Somehow I managed to stay in a straight line and not get sucked under the truck by the weird air currents, but as soon as the other truck went past the gust of wind blew my feet off the pedals... the left foot hit the side of the semi trailer, bounced off, it went four inches straight through my front spokes, I was doing 35km/h, ladies and gentlemen, time for a tarmac faceplant... the kurb was literally about a foot away from where my head landed. Got to pick up the lower half of my face from the ground and have it sewed back on (for which 10mg IV midazolam and 30mg IV morphine (both of which I had never used before) took away about 20% of the pain and trauma). This was two days after I turned 18, no alcohol for me!

Then there was the time I had a shitload of 15mg dexedrine spansules, but was getting pissed off at the time release mechanism, so I took a shitload of caps, crushed the beads, put the powder in about 70ml of dH2O, dissolved the shizzle and filtered... ended up with about 800mg of nigh-pure d-amphetamine crystal which I railed and railed and railed and railed and railed... I was up for about 2 weeks until I started to see little aboriginal kids climbing around in the mango tree outside of my room. Motherfuckers eating my motherfucking mangoes, I don't think so... so I rolled a big blunt and got a machete and walked outside, wearing the same bleachstained green khaki pants I had been wearing for a week, still wet from when I was lying in the pool earlier, the only thing I'm wearing apart from a bunch of occult symbols and love beads, holding a machete and ready to protect my beloved tropical fruitstuffs... but of course, I smoked like half the blunt in my ensuite toilet before walking outside, totally spun the fuck, and when I went outside I realized that what I had thought earlier was a bunch of aboriginal kids was actually the Indonesian military, finally, after all these years, invading Australia. Sweet. So being the patriot I am I promptly called the proper authorities to deal with said invasion, was arrested (I didn't even put my bong or fitty bag away, they were just lying on my desk, as I gave the police a tour of the invasion point - "I wonder how they got in through my backyard as opposed to the shoreline, or helicopters or something... you reckon there's an indian rope?" mwahahaha)! This actually saved my ass because they just took the bong and the fitty and me to the copshop, where I was convinced that they were going to rape me and shoot me in the interrogation room (hey, they all had guns man...)... anyways I ended up getting 'drug diversion' wherein a government funded drug counsellor lectured me, for 3 hours, on the dangerous properties of the cannoids (yes, she said cannoids) I was injecting into my veins... but for the next 2 days when I got outta the copshop, my vision was blurred and I was totally psychotic, so my mind filled in the gaps such that everyone over 10m away (in the blurry section) was aiming a sniper rifle at my head - not a shitty one either, one of those .50cal Browning bullpup 2km antiequipment motherfuckers.

I woke up in a ditch once. Wearing a pirate hat. My friend was wearing a plastic replica english bobby's hat. I have too many xanax stories.

This one time I decided to have a xanax and drink a cider... but of course I ended up blacking out and having all 50 of my 1mg xanax script. Imagine my horror, waking up 5 days later, saying "What the fuck?" and surveying my room, and realizing that I had done several things including:
-plugging at least 6 of my xanax and not washing my finger
-smoking 3 of them (fucked up a good pipe! hehe)
-drinking 8 more strongbows
-smoking at least 4 grams of pot
-taking dexedrine 'to balance things out'

Then there was the time Ben and I split a 5L cask of wine in 20 minutes... we woke up with no sense of smell the next day, and a big cup of yellow liquid and a wet patch in the middle of the floor. We assumed it was wine. Until we got our sense of smell, and partial memory, back. We had put the cup in the middle of my room after an argument about who could urinate more precisely... the sad part is this occured six feet away from a door in my room that led to outside, where we could have done this in a move civilized fashion.

I'm all responsible and shit now (mwahahaha!)... so the only times that really suck are when I bioassay drugs that my system hates or fuck up by taking (unbeknownst to me) shitty combos...

To be honest I thought I was the only one, dudes! <support group buzz>.. but seriously, I'm actually being honest about all of this.