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

The old shanghai hehe...
I had these on occasion from nov 2001 thru till jan 2002
 
College during freshman year.

I had been eating vicodin all night, woke up feeling a lil dope sick, I decide to eat 5 more vicodin, I can barely keep my head up in business class so I walk out and head back to my dorm. I impulsively put the rest of my ketamine up my nose. The k combined with all the opiates sedated me pretty heavily. I got into one of those k-holes where one second, everything is tipsy, the next second, the whole room warps, and you are scared because you are becoming part of the room.

Yes, so to the point, I semi-black out, and wake up in total confusion and chaos. This alarm is sounding. I am really spooked, I semi black out again. I snap out of it again with two firefighters storming through my doors, they kinda lifted me up and got me on my feet. My friend luckily spots me and escorts me out of the dorm.

I'm tellin yah tho, hearing that alarm, then having the firefighters storm in spooked me good. It was only a fire drill . . . . .
 
Oh, I got a better ketamine story, at least I like it better.

Had been partying all night at a house party. Been doing OC's all night. Morning comes around.....5:30 am. And I decide to blow lines of ketamine and sit outside. I sit down in a chair on the deck and watch the trees sway in the wind. I kinda passed out with my eyes open, I just remember the negative images of the trees. I snap out of my daze when the sun emerged from behind the clouds at around 7:00. I had been sitting in the chair motionless for about an hour to 1.5 hours. First thing that came to my attention was the big line of ants crawling on my arm, neck, down my shirt, leg. It was bad. I freaked and immediatly jumped into the hot tub.
 
My first year of college I lived in a huge dorm, 16 floors and hundreds of rooms. My friend and I had been blazing and drinking jack all afternoon and ended up wandering the halls talking to anyone who would listen. We ended up down some floor we’d never been to and were invited in to a small party by these two guys with lots of tats and facial hair. Turns out they had a keg-fridge with the tap in the door and we continued drinking and jamming for hours. Smoked a ton more pot, coke, more booze, it was fucked. My friend ended up leaving after one of the guys got pissed when I started spitting into an imaginary ‘spittoon’ on the floor, which was really a guitar case (??)
At any rate, I was there alone with these guys, blacking out and getting really nuts. I woke up in the middle of the night in their front study area, punched in the face, missing my shoes and jacket. I somehow stumbled my way back to my room, and found that at some point earlier that night we had all gone to my room and those guys had partially trashed it, stealing some if my roommate’s stuff and busting up some other shit. I don’t remember it happening and I have no idea why I’d let them do it or why I’d go back with them afterwards. I felt like I had almost been kidnapped or something, like I had really pissed them off, gotten into a stupor and suddenly became their punching bag for the night, without remembering it.
The next day I noticed they had really pummeled me and I wanted some fucking revenge. Unfortunately I never saw them again and honestly don’t remember what part of the building they lived in either. Pretty pathetic really, blackouts suck.
 
It's almost a cliche story, but worth mentioning due to extreme embarassament and pathetic behavior...A few years ago, I went to a party at my university, and had some GHB - a little too much, apparently. So the next thing I know, I wake up staring into the eyes of my ex-girlfriends mom, who happens to be a nurse at the local hospital, drifting in and out of consciousness, all the while muttering incoherent sentences, asking where her daughter was (apparentl y thinking she would be around), saying how sorry I was for all that had happened (repeatedly, this is where the pathetic behaviour comes in).
I later learned that I had been out for half an hour, and that the party had been temporarily stopped so the paramedics could get me out. I was later told that I "didn't look my best, lying there drooling in front of hundreds of people".
 
-One night when I was 14 I decided to drink an entire aquafina bottle filled with absolute vodka to myself. I woke up passed out face down on my bathroom floor.

-The first time I tripped on shrooms, me and my friend each ate an 1/8 to ourselves. Hours later when I came back to reality I was wearing someone elses sweatshirt and sweatpants and I was covered in mud.

-During the summer I went with two of my friends to one of their pocono houses. After drinking the enitre night I woke up in the moring soaking wet with cuts and bruises all over me. Apparently I decided to go for a late night swim and jumped off the dock into the lake. On the way home I fell off my bike numerous times until I crashed into a little ditch and realized I was too drunk to ride a bike. :/

-Another time I woke up and realized I was outside passed out laying on the sidewalk. Two of my friends were sitting next to me smoking cigs saying I've been passed out for 15 minutes and they didn't want to wake me.
 
Have come-to not knowing who i was and what it was i was seeing. has happened a few times; from big drug binges.
Some fucking great storys.
best thread:)
 
woke up at what i believed to be 6:00 pm on friday and dropped two strong MDA pills (#1). Quickly realize it is infact 6:00am and school starts soon.
Fast foward a couple hours- Sitting in math class *fucking* rolling. Sweating, sunglasses wearing, and melting into my chair now, i sort of drift off into a daydream/lite nap sorta place. I awaken to the sound of the principal of the school yelling my name from the front of the class (clearly not the first time he had repeated himself). Apparently it had looked like i was staring right at him, as my closed eyes were hidden.
"Remove those dark glasses!"
I do.
He leaves.
Everyone bursts out laughing (except teacher).

Very scary shit to wake up to.
 
I had eaten a Xanax and snorted another one at a friends house. I was playing Counter Strike and smoking alot of ice at the same time also. 8( Yeah so next thing I know I snap awake due to a large bang and a jolt. A bus had just run into my friend who was driving, he (actually, apparently WE had just heavily hit the ice bong). I had no idea how I'd gotten into the car or where we were or even whose fault it was (turned out to be the busses), it was six hours after my last memory. While the bang and jolt had startled me awake, it was the air bag that scared me the most as that was my first sight. Everything happened like it was in a dream though, as I don't really remember taking care of the situation. My friend said I passed back out and he just told the cops I had fainted, heh. He said that when i heard all the noise I started yelling 'Fire in the Hole' and other radio commands from Counter Strike, he said it gave him a little bit of humor on an otherwise sucky night. Got some Vicoden out of it but still it was uncool.
 
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The first time I ever drank vodka was pretty bad. I had drank 1/2 the fifth in less than 15 minutes, and then I just blacked out and don't remember shit. My friends told me I had broken up with my boyfriend and was going fucking crazy on him, and I don't remember it (or the reason I broke up with him) I think it was cause I thought he hit me in the face, but he didn't, I woke up with my nose ALL fucked up because whenever I blacked out my friends had to carry me to the car, and I was like dead weight and they accidently hit the very top of my nose right on the corner of a wall. I also woke up and found the biggest bruise I have ever had, it was like 8 fucking inches long..I don't know how it got there, and I had tripped trying to walk down the stairs and bounced on my ass the whole way down, until I got to the bottom and just rolled down the stairs. I woke up around 4 in the morning still pretty drunk in the bed with my boyfriend and his best friend (he was on the other side of my boyfriend no one ran a train on me or anything haha) and I didn't have a shirt on. I also didn't have pigtails like I had before I got way too drunk and passed the fuck out..it was pretty scary when they told me what all I did and how fucking dumb I was, so I try to contain myself while drinking now.

Another time I was at my friend J's house and we had just been smoking blunt after blunt all night and his dad's girlfriend gave me 2 xanax bars and I had never taken them before so she was like just eat half of ONE. When she left J was like fuck that just take them, so I did and then we smoked a few more blunts, and somehow we were in the living room and his other friend was over there now, and I don't remember it but they said I just passed the fuck out sitting on the couch and they had to carry me to bed. I woke up the next morning not knowning scared as hell cause I didn't know where I was, then I figured it out and just went back to sleep haha.

Another time me and 3 of my friends got drunk and one of my friend's house, and at around midnight we decide to go to our other friends house and get even more drunk than them. I don't know how the fuck we made it there without wrecking or soemthing, and when they were all about to leave this guy that was there told my friends that I was staying at that house that night and to jsut leave me. I had no fucking idea that they left until after they already left, so I was stuck. I ended up just passing out in a bed and waking up in the morning not knowing where the fuck I was until I remembered all the shit that happened.
 
once i woke up after passing out from dustoff (dont tell me ive already done and stopped) on the compleate wrong side of the road (4 lanes total with a grass median in the center) with 4 flat tires driving the wrong with flooring it but not going anywhere because my rims were sparking.
 
I got popped for doing 140mph in a 65mph zone while high as hell on coke.....and in posession of about 2 more grams.

I ate the coke that i was carrying and it hit in my stomach not 10 minutes after they threw me into the cell.

flipping out from coke in a shitty jail cell sucks
 
OH and one time I was all twacked on 5meo-DMT riding a bullet train of some sort in japan and I was sticking my HEAD out of the window and pulling it in quickly to avoid comming secenery like the walls of a tunnel.

and having a jack daniels induced mess one night which ended up with me running away from a group sex session naked and driving to a church and vomiting on it.

or accidentally having a DXM trip go too long and have to go to a company meeting....I came in doing the ROBO walk and actually DROVE home just bent out of my gord
 
Had a really, really big night out, too many pills, too much booze, smoked some weed, woke up in an empty apartment, had no idea where I was, or who's apartment it was. Walked outside, had to find out where I was when I called the taxi company by telling them the street corner I was on.

To this day, no idea who's apartment it was or what I was doing there...

Probably the scariest was after a night involving more pills, came home, railed .3-.5g of K, smoked up, couldn't move, then someone fed 5 Ambiens into my mouth. I woke up in my bed the next afternoon, with a guy's hand on my dick... He claimed nothing happened, I certainly hope it didn't... 8o
 
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