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

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

they all involve cops, guns (one time even a loaded assult rifle! i posted pics of it in the lounge ages ago), piercing/thrusting weapons, missing wallets, ferocious animals, unmanned vehicles, or a combination of all or many of these things.
 
'Waking up' after a large period of time that I have no memory of on shrooms, with the cops banging on my door, apparently I was being too loud.

On a high dose of DXM, after I (for some stupid reason) decided it would be a good idea to eat a good amount of Xanax, and munch on some morning glory seeds, which I had never done before by the way, then finding myself driving, about 15 minutes away from my house, drifting in and out of consiousness. I realized how bad of a situation I was in and, somehow managed to made it home. I also had a bottle of whiskey in my car, and I don't know where I got it from or why it was there. I don't know why I was driving, or how I got there, and thank God I didn't hurt myself or anyone else that day. That also qualifies as probably the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life.
 
Yeah, I did a shot with every xanax 1mg football til 6 of them, then a few shots. This was stupid. I drank a few mL short of a half gallon of vodka..also stupid. damnit.
 
My love-hate relationship with booze

As I have mentioned on bluelight before, I have a love-hate relationship with booze. A good portion of my hate comes from the fact my memory just switches off and i go violent (i am a nice person and abhor violence unless its play wrestling or you're defending yourself or restraining someone, etc). In highschool I blacked out a few times, and I blacked out many more times these last four years of college. In these last few months, I had my all-time low (although i have had to go get a catscan after one time i blacked out, but thats a different story).

My night started with me drinking a bottle of wine, and going to a different dorm with some friends. My memory cuts out when one of my drunk friends falls over and knocks over a beerpong table. I wake up in my bed (thank god) , covered in puke and shit (goddamn it!). Apparently i got so drunk I lost control of my bowels. Wow did that suck. I had a massive bump on the back of my head that I probaby got falling down or something. My head was now very lopsided. I go to my neighbor's suite after sobering and cleaning up to find a torso-sized hole in the wall where i apparently threw my roommate while i was trying to get his wine from him. I also slammed open the door and basically knocked the lock and handle mechanism completely out. Wow. I am gonna have to pay for the door (prolly 200-300 bucks), but i patched and repainted the wall(all told it took three long nights of work to fix it all and probably 75 bucks for the equipment and paint) , so the school didn't notice. Ended up putting a 5'x4' new peice of drywall in there.

Fucking alcohol. I still love it though.
 
I shot up some heroin one night and had the good fortune of a nice green nug sitting in front of me. After the first shot started in I got nicely baked and waitied a bit for another shot. I guess I misjudged how strong the heroin was since I did the rest of it on the second shot. The last thing I remember was putting my rigs away and turning down Joy Division. Then suddenly I find myself awake in the morning with one arm reached around towards my back, and it had gone compleatly numb. No feeling at all. I untangled myself to find a huge welt on my leg and the front of my shirt was covered in blood. Yet I could not tell where from. After walking around a bit I noticed the huge blood stain on the floor. A few days later I went to the ER and got checked out. Oddly enough I thought I saw the guy who sold me some weed a few days before walk through the ER talking to a doctor about passing out as well.
 
I'd have to say that waking up with my legs hanging in the side of a freezing cold moving river, in a totally unrecognizable area with no one around, completely soaked, still tripping balls and almost unable to walk due to the night before was my scariest situation I'd ever woken up in. I had no idea what time it was, my shirt was almost ripped off, I had scratches and bruises all over and a fractured ankle (which I didn't know at the time). Everything I'd had in my posession the night before was missing (including my wallet with 600 sumthin dollars in it and my girlfriend's Visa card).

I'll never drop acid again without putting my supply away in a safe spot after I've dropped what I want. One night me and 3 friends got so spun that we ended up dividing a sheet between the four of us (25 hits a head). I also had about 30 2mg Xanax bars on me and ended up eating 11 of them (with a tolerance, but still). The L was so strong that I remember vivid details of a good portion of the trip (despite the xanax). We originally only ate 5 hits a piece, but the 5 we ate had us so looped I didn't even know where I was or that (at some point) I was making the decision to tear up the rest of the sheet for all of us because "acid this clean is hard to find nowadays."

I slowly realized we'd eaten it all once I was able to talk to all of my buddies without speaking. We would look in one another's direction and with a twitch of the face or an eye movement we could almost read each other's minds. I reached in my jacket pocket to find a pice of empty wrapped up aluminum foil. My eyes started flowing with tears, but I kept telling myself that it was only one night and I WAS going to live. We were communicating at hyperspeed without even saying anything (on the come up of the 20 hits). I'm pretty experienced but something felt off this time. My body felt like it was melting into the land and I was becoming one with the earth. I remember looking into the sky and around me (not knowing what was up or down) and everything in my visual field being covered with tiny gears, all turning at the exact same speed. I'm usually pretty good at controlling myself but this one was beyond me. I don't remember eating the xanax, but one of my buddies told me that right before I started eating them I said I was doing it to "calm the fuck down" and it was around the time we started communicating without speaking.

Anyways, sometime shortly after downing the 20 hits and the xanax I lost my buddies. This field was in the mountains of north Georgia, and I was totally unfamiliar with the area. One of my other friends brought us there. I wondered around aimlessly until I found a wooded area nearby, and apparently wondered almost 2.5 miles from our original trip spot thereafter.

When I awaoke I was almost in shock. I moved myself out of the water and slowly tried comprehending what had happened. I removed my shirt (with spots of blood all over it) and walked into the woods until I found a spot where the sun was shining through. I laid down and realized my jacket was missing, my cash was missing, and my girlfriend's debit card was missing. All of these things seemed of little importance at this time, as I was trying to remember how I'd gotten bloody, how I was going to find out where I was, and how I was going to get back to where we originally started tripping (I had no idea how far away I was at the time).

Sometime while mentally trying to make sense of everything I passed back out. When I awoke this time, it was completely dark again, my left arm was covered in ant bites (to go along with all of the other abraisions and cuts), and the horrible pain in my right ankle was ever so apparent. I suddely had a fear that if I didn't find someone else soon I wasn't going to make it out of the woods. I was thirsty as hell, so I returned to the river, drank a little, and headed back into the woods until I found what seemed to be a path where the woods weren't as thick. Might I add that at this time I was still tripping, but didn't feel as though I was because I'd come down so much from the actual "trip". I followed the path slowly (with only moonlight as a guide) until I hit an open field and hobbled to the other side only to find a dirt road. I followed the dirt road until a saw a few houses.

I walked up to the first and knocked on the door. Nobody answered (probably because I looked like I'd been to hell and back and it was around 2:30am, which I was unaware of). Knocked on the second and a man who appeared to be in his 40's or 50's came out looking at me like I was an alien. I told him I'd been drinking heavily the night before with a few friends and wasn't sure what had happened. He repeatedly offered to call an ambulance or "the sherriff" to help me get back home, but I refused, telling him I'd just phone a friend to come get me, and I'd go to the doctor shortly thereafter. He informed me of exactly where I was, and let me use the phone to call a friend (who was still awake partying, thank God). It was almost impossible to convince his drunk ass to use mapquest to come pick up my (still mildly trippin) ass at some random person's home. Thankfully I was able to talk to his girlfriend (who quickly realized the severity of the situation) and told me they'd be there as quickly as possible. The following hour and a half were almost too uncomfortable. Even though the man was very nice and was remaining calm, the situation was totally fucked up.

The scariest part of the whole story is that sometime during the morning after the night we'd been tripping someone charged around $1200 to my girlfriend's debit card (Her bank shut down the card after the first 3 transactions). This makes me almost certain that I had contact with other persons while tripping balls on a quarter of a sheet and fucked up on 22mg of xanax in the middle of the woods. I blame this for my fractured ankle and all my cuts and abrasions (although to this day I really don't know what caused the physical wounds). My three buddies didn't have quite as interesting stories, but their's were very fucked up as well.
 
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One time I took a Klonpin before school, and went to school with about 9 left in my pocket (2mg, my second time ever taking any kind of benzo). As soon as I got to class my teacher tells me that it will be me and another guy from class moving her books to her new room all day. So me and this guy are out in the hall moving books and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea for me and him both to drop another 1, so he gave me 2-3 bucks and we both took another one.
Then Im sitting in my teachers new class and my new freind says "dude the bell just rang we gotta go" I yelled "NO FUCKING WAY DUDE WE JUST GOT HERE". Everyone in the class heard me yell fuck, but the teacher just told me to go ahead and not worry about it (I think).
The next thing I remember is dropping 2-3 more klonpin and trading the rest for 3 lortabs some guy had at lunch, witch I took immediatley (1st time taking this too, have no idea why in the hell I thought it was a good idea).

Anywhoo, the next thing I remember is being on the balconey with my shirt off dancing for some screaming chearleaders, and eventually jumping (well really just walking) off the balconey. Luckiley I didn't break anything and got one of the hot chearleaders to drive my car back to her place because her parents weren't going to be home. On the ride I kept yelling because I thought she was driving bad. We're still pretty close freinds to this day.
 
I decided to investigate a curious leather chair in a department store and ended up nodding out on it, only to wake up to the security guards escorting me out.

Then, the same fucking day, I was apparently in a public toilet for too long (nodding again) and they had to actually unlock the door and escort me out ("You can't sleep here... Now fuck off.")

God. I just want somewhere to nod! Is that so fucking wrong?

I've woken up after missing train stations a couple of times and had to walk back from places with no clue as to directions. That really was annoying...

But no, I wasn't raped, and I'd consumed a fair amount of date rape drugs.
 
Mm, most of my fucked up storied involve either depressants or police. Two of them come to mind.

Me and my friends were ridiculously drunk off something like two bottles of vodka. We thought it would be a terrific idea to smoke out of my chillum in this alley. Well unbeknownst to us the cops were called. It took us a while to get to smoking cause we were drunk and couldnt load the bowl or open the baggie right, so we spark it and get three hits each maybe when this motherfuckin undercover car pulls right the fuck up. Now, one of my friends ran behind the cop car, i ran way in front of it with my other friend because I had a gram and a half of coke on me as well as a flask full of more vodka and she had some dexies and some xanax that we were supposed to eat later (this was like 2 pm). So I get away, but I wake up at like 8 pm in a pet food store because we passed out in there while presumeably hiding from the cops, even though this was six hours later. My other friends had weed on them and got arrested, except that two got away, and so we called them and partied the night away, but it was some very very uncool shit.

Another fime involved an assload of xanax and a punk show. I was at school at like 8 AM and I chewed up some ritalin, and dropped like 2 mg xanaxx. I had ten on me, and by 3 when I got out I ahd 5 left. I know I gave two to my friend, but thats too much xanax for someone with no toelrance in school. I'd also eaten 3 of my 6 ritalin by then, to try and stay awayke. So, I go to my friends house and we blaze this enormous 1.5 g blunt just the two of us, this was before i got a tolerance. I left, I remember that, and I forgot my cigaretes there so i took my knife and went onto these peoples porch and stabbed the screen window cause I thought it was his house. I eneded up tearing the whole screen away and nearly breaking the window with my steel toe boots, but luckily it wa s stong glass. Anyway, so im tweakin off something like 160 mg of ritalin, high off a blunt, and xanaxed out of my mind and i have tickets to this punk show (RIver City Rebels). I have no idea how I got there, but I do recall smoking out of a pipe in the middle of the show, and taking moer xanax and giving my friend dsome. One of my other friends told me the girl I gave 2 mg xanax to kept running around looking for some girl named suzy, fuck if i know what thats about. Anyway, so I sorta cme to my senses covered in blood outside the show. Apparently I got into a fight with this street punk guy and beat the crap out of him, and god knows how I did this on xanax. I think it had something to do with that ritalin. anyway, so I'm outside and me and my three freinds are surrounded by 5 members of this guy's crew, who are lookin to fuck me up. Long story short, they were unarmed and one of my friends had brass knuckles and another had a knife, so this guy's crewleft us alone, but still, thats an ugly sitatin to be in when you come to your senses off a xanxa bingng/

I hope this makes sense, I;'m drinking vodka right now and I had like two shots befoer I WRote thi and i had three more while i wrote it.
 
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This is my favourite story to tell people, this is my wildest binge ever and I'll always remeber it.

One afternoon, my best mate and I were watching footy and smoking some meth, all good fun, anywy we run out eventutally, not hard to do, and we go get some more...

I rock up at my dealers house and go, we grab another half ball and he goes, hery, I got some of this shit, you wanna see, being naturally curious I go yeh. Turns out they're pure mdma caps... Yum!!! He warns me and says yeah, they're strong, so be careful, even for you, only take one.

What started out being a quite night on the rock turns into a club crawl from hell. We got stuck into the rock and hit a club, armed with 2 caps each. planning to keep the other two incase we saw some of the boys out. we dropped around 12.... came on by 1.30am, a long time I know. It buckled me sideways, fucked like I'd never been bfore... so we're busting moves on the floor and some chick comes up to us and beckons us to join her and her friends, we oblige and before long one of em is on my lap sucking my face and my friend the other, I was feeling very givin so I went to the bath room, broke a cap in half wrapped it into two ciggy papers and gave one to each of the girls and me and my mate hit the other one

Another hour or two later, i start seeing hallucinating, not like mdma but like full on fuken floor moving, peoples faces changing, the music sounded weird, but good still, it didn't freak me out, I just rode the wave, as did my friend, he said "man I'm kinda fucken toasted, but it's great" it sounded like he had an american accent. To put it bluntly we were ABSOLUTLEY FUCKED UP.

The chicks got our numbers and left, we boogied out for a little while longer then left aswell, still very much trashed.

The phone rang as I left the club, it was the chick I'd been with all night, she gave us directions back to her place and we were off, we got dropped off at an apartment block in the city and buzzed her no. as we went in, this other chick who we'd never seen before walks past and gives us a weird look, but says nothing. we go into the apartment and sit down there's a whole crew of people there, but I hadn't seen the girls, all this crew were all pretty pilled out or something and were wuite receptive to us both, so we sat and chatted, being really maggeted, we soon forgot about the chicks and just talked to this bunch of people for a few hours, when the guy who looked to be the owner goes, "so guys lets get down to business," at this point my phone rang again, it was the girls asking where we were, we said at your apartment, they say no you aren't.

It's right about now I'm thinkin WTF have I done.

as it happens they thought we were coke dealers who were friends of the girl we'd passed in the courtyard.

Can you imagine how fucken hard it is to explain to someone why you're at their apartment off your face, when you don't know anyone there??? and how you found your way there??
 
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Can you imagine how fucken hard it is to explain to someone why you're at their apartment off your face, when you don't know anyone there??? and how you found your way there??
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This is why I never go to anyones place when they invite you cos they are pilled up. Some guy on the weekend was completely fucked and spent most of the night lying on the floor in the chillout room. I was sitting next to him, pretty high on MDMA, and he chatted shit to me for a while (couldn't understand WTF he was saying half the time), usual stuff. Then he said "So you coming back with us to smoke a bit?" I had to give a bullshit reason why I didn't want to go to some completely fucked guy I didn't know's house. He kept asking why I didn't want to (I don't smoke either), amid his incoherent mumblings. It was damn awkward to give a reason, without saying "You're completely fucked, I don't know who you are, and you're very weird".

He then asked if I wanted to buy a fishtank..... 8(
 
Fuck that's funny swifty. I could tell just from reading that, that you were from Perth, as I've had pretty much the exact thing happen to me. I'll save it for another time. So many great Perth stories to tell.

I wonder how long ago you had those MDMA caps though? Because I remember some from...hmm, early 2000 I think that did exactly the same to my (seriously hardcore) friend and I. We had to go hide in a little laneway next to the Old Shanghai on James St until we got it back together ;)

Ahh nostalgia :)
 
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