PrettyPrincessX
Bluelighter
Acid -- Experienced -- Two Bad Trips
Substance: one hit of acid
Experience: Not new to tripping
My first bad trip: I was with a few friends on a mountain sitting on a cliff at an over look.We had dosed early afternoon. The drop was about 200-300 feet down and all was going good until I freaked out. I saw the end of the world...literally...In huge capital letters across the valley it said "THE END". Then I think I almost fell off the cliff because all I remember was seeing myself climbing back up the face of the earth, in all honestly....I saw myself climbing up the side of a freaking face. I saw myself climbing up the side of a mans nose and then his brow. Sketchy. When I reached the top I was fine. My friends, however, they weren't. I asked what was going on and they kept asking if I was ok. I asked them what had happened and they were rushing me to the car. They told me when they had me buckled up that I had freaked out. That was about 12 years ago. I remember the things I saw that day clear as a bell.
[Second Bad Trip]
But the worst trip I ever had was on New Year's Eve 1993. Again I had only take on hit of acid and done a few lines of smoked a joint laced with some coke. My ex and I were at a party and we took some Evil Sunshines then went home about an hour later to trip the new year in. About 3 hours into the trip I got all freaked out because of the coke we had done right before we dosed. And he was taking xanaxs and drinking and smoking bud. I freaked because of all the drugs in my house and the fact that I was with a person so totally different from how I was raised. He was into everything that I was taught to avoid. My trip starting going bad when I saw a damn demon fly into my living room. I was having bad, evil thoughts and tried to think of something nice. The only thing that came to my mind was my Mom. Bad mental image when tripping. So I went into my bedroom hoping to feel safe there. It was all good for a while, listening to The Doors and watching my little light throw colorful shapes on my walls and great shadows. It was all good until This is the End came on and the shadows got bigger. And they were shadows of the beer bottles on my dresser and of the pot plants I had growing in my corner. They were huge shadows. My ex kept trying to make me take xanans to calm me a little and in my mind taking more drugs was making me go deeper into a bad trip. Well, my mind could only handle so much. I was sitting on my floor Indian style and the next thing I knew I was laying on my back with my arms on huge rocks....in my trip all I could see is that I had hit rock bottom and I couldn't get up. I waslaying on my floor looking at these huge bolders and there was nothing else there, just me and the rocks. I thought maybe I had died. I kept thinking that all the bad things I had been told about drugs and oh how I had been sinning and I though God had taken me to a bad place and I prayed to get out. Too make a long story short I never did acid again. I called my mom and told her what I had done and how bad it was. She helped me out, sweet of here, huh. I couldn't smoke weed after that because it would give me panic attacks. Still does to this day.
I will say though I have had some great great trips. And I will post them some other time. Thanks for listening to my story.
[ 29 April 2002: Message edited by: PrettyPrincessX ]
[Edit: I changed the original thread title (One hit of acid- not new to it) so it would comply with forum guidelines. I also added some paragraph breaks to distinguish between the first and second experiences. -C22]
[ 30 April 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
Substance: one hit of acid
Experience: Not new to tripping
My first bad trip: I was with a few friends on a mountain sitting on a cliff at an over look.We had dosed early afternoon. The drop was about 200-300 feet down and all was going good until I freaked out. I saw the end of the world...literally...In huge capital letters across the valley it said "THE END". Then I think I almost fell off the cliff because all I remember was seeing myself climbing back up the face of the earth, in all honestly....I saw myself climbing up the side of a freaking face. I saw myself climbing up the side of a mans nose and then his brow. Sketchy. When I reached the top I was fine. My friends, however, they weren't. I asked what was going on and they kept asking if I was ok. I asked them what had happened and they were rushing me to the car. They told me when they had me buckled up that I had freaked out. That was about 12 years ago. I remember the things I saw that day clear as a bell.
[Second Bad Trip]
But the worst trip I ever had was on New Year's Eve 1993. Again I had only take on hit of acid and done a few lines of smoked a joint laced with some coke. My ex and I were at a party and we took some Evil Sunshines then went home about an hour later to trip the new year in. About 3 hours into the trip I got all freaked out because of the coke we had done right before we dosed. And he was taking xanaxs and drinking and smoking bud. I freaked because of all the drugs in my house and the fact that I was with a person so totally different from how I was raised. He was into everything that I was taught to avoid. My trip starting going bad when I saw a damn demon fly into my living room. I was having bad, evil thoughts and tried to think of something nice. The only thing that came to my mind was my Mom. Bad mental image when tripping. So I went into my bedroom hoping to feel safe there. It was all good for a while, listening to The Doors and watching my little light throw colorful shapes on my walls and great shadows. It was all good until This is the End came on and the shadows got bigger. And they were shadows of the beer bottles on my dresser and of the pot plants I had growing in my corner. They were huge shadows. My ex kept trying to make me take xanans to calm me a little and in my mind taking more drugs was making me go deeper into a bad trip. Well, my mind could only handle so much. I was sitting on my floor Indian style and the next thing I knew I was laying on my back with my arms on huge rocks....in my trip all I could see is that I had hit rock bottom and I couldn't get up. I waslaying on my floor looking at these huge bolders and there was nothing else there, just me and the rocks. I thought maybe I had died. I kept thinking that all the bad things I had been told about drugs and oh how I had been sinning and I though God had taken me to a bad place and I prayed to get out. Too make a long story short I never did acid again. I called my mom and told her what I had done and how bad it was. She helped me out, sweet of here, huh. I couldn't smoke weed after that because it would give me panic attacks. Still does to this day.
I will say though I have had some great great trips. And I will post them some other time. Thanks for listening to my story.
[ 29 April 2002: Message edited by: PrettyPrincessX ]
[Edit: I changed the original thread title (One hit of acid- not new to it) so it would comply with forum guidelines. I also added some paragraph breaks to distinguish between the first and second experiences. -C22]
[ 30 April 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
