This is a modified version of the erowid trip report "camping in hell" I wrote 4 years ago. I just read it and got some little flashbacks, and would like to share my intense, difficult experience.
I was on 20mg paxil a day for 3 months before this, I think.
It started out to be a very fun day of smoking weed. Me and A were riding quads and having a great time. We had 10 hits of acid that we planned on taking at night while camping, and I was looking forward to it so much. It was a cool day, it being March (2000), so we planned on taking lots of firewood. At around 6pm we started to get prepared to go camping. We planned on going to a very remote pond only accesible by quad. We loaded up the trailor with chairs, a CD player, firewood, 2 flashlights, and some food and drinks. We left my house to begin our journey...
We took the hits at around 11pm. We weren't very high anymore because I wanted to wait till the acid kicked in to smoke. I started feeling the stimulating feeling only 20 minutes later, so we started smoking weed. It came on so strong. Everything in my vision was moving and comical thoughts started to dance through my head. The fire's light seemed to go on forever through the woods and reflecting off of the pond. A was also feeling good. He was laughing and acting hysterical.
We turned on some good techno music, I believe it was Bad Boy Bill. A few minutes later, probably 12am by then, I started to feel really out of it. Everything around me started looking alien and unfamiliar. We stopped smoking weed after the 3rd bowl, as it was clear that the pot was increasing the effects of the trip. The air was filled with a red haze. The color red was everywhere. When I closed my eyes I could see things that were going with the music. I saw a line of bamboo sticks jumping up and down with the music. My mind was opened; it felt like I was put into direct connection with some kind of mystical, out-of-this-world information beam. It felt like my brain had so many powers, I know that new parts of the unused brain were turned on. It was amazing. I can’t even begin to describe the concepts, and visions, and intense understanding going through my head. I was like a God.
It started getting really cold and I decided it would be best to drive the 2 miles back to my house. A agreed, as I could clearly see he was in distress, and looked confused.
We take off running to the quad cause we are getting scared from the intense anxious, psychedelic foreign feeling building up. With us, we carry the CD player and the chairs. I had parked my quad about a quarter of a mile away, because there was only a walking trail to the pond. I reached in my pocket for the key. Not there. We started to panic. Evil vibes from all directions were hitting us full speed. This is around my peak. We panic. We head back to the camp in hysteria. My visuals were getting intense and I couldn’t see well because of the amazing abstract art forming right in front of my eyes on every object. The trees looked like they were grabbing for me. I started getting delusions about getting killed or captured.
Then A looses the flashlight. This part becomes hazy; my brain wasn’t able to properly record the intense, odd memory. I am freaking out and A is trying to calm me down even though he is also scared. I just take off running, blindly through the woods. He screams my name to get me to come back. What I was thinking I don't know. I fell down hard about 20 feet away from A and pick up a rock. I start pouting (not like me). My friend was like aww, come on. I start hitting myself in the head with the rock. The pain was very intense. I was either severely frustrated or trying to knock myself out. I was in a different world. I barely even remembered going camping. I didn't know why this person was here. I didn’t quite know who A was, but he looked familiar. Then it started pouring rain (not in reality) and I had visions of A pissing on me.
We had brought a .380 pistol, (a horrible mistake). A had it in his hand, finger on the trigger and was looking around. I told him “Just do it. Do it” meaning shoot me, because I was in a world of chaos that was too uncomfortable; way beyond sensory overload. I believe I was thinking about doing it myself but A hid the gun. He later told me that there was noises, possibly deer, in the woods and he was guarding us, not plotting to kill me, of course.
I looked at my watch and didn't understand what it meant. Then we just laid on the ground by the fire. I had lost my glasses somewhere in my self-struggle. I suddenly thought the whole woods were on fire. I jumped up and tried to pour my drink on the fire, but A stopped me. Good thing he wasn't as messed up as me. I began to think cops were going to find us, which was impossible. I asked my friend and he clarified everything. As I laid on the ground and put my head on the rock I began getting very euphoric and just thought, I am going to lay here comfortable and wait till I am sober to figure things out. Amazing thoughts in full color (with some colors that don’t exist sober), with crazy concepts that I cannot even imagine now, were flooding through my brain. I had forgot what being sober was like. I looked in the fire and saw the wires from my glasses glowing red. I am glad that was a hallucination.
In the morning my brother rode his quad up to see how we were and I told him to get the spare key. He did and our asses were saved. I found my glasses and was very happy to get the hell outta there.
I was on 20mg paxil a day for 3 months before this, I think.
It started out to be a very fun day of smoking weed. Me and A were riding quads and having a great time. We had 10 hits of acid that we planned on taking at night while camping, and I was looking forward to it so much. It was a cool day, it being March (2000), so we planned on taking lots of firewood. At around 6pm we started to get prepared to go camping. We planned on going to a very remote pond only accesible by quad. We loaded up the trailor with chairs, a CD player, firewood, 2 flashlights, and some food and drinks. We left my house to begin our journey...
We took the hits at around 11pm. We weren't very high anymore because I wanted to wait till the acid kicked in to smoke. I started feeling the stimulating feeling only 20 minutes later, so we started smoking weed. It came on so strong. Everything in my vision was moving and comical thoughts started to dance through my head. The fire's light seemed to go on forever through the woods and reflecting off of the pond. A was also feeling good. He was laughing and acting hysterical.
We turned on some good techno music, I believe it was Bad Boy Bill. A few minutes later, probably 12am by then, I started to feel really out of it. Everything around me started looking alien and unfamiliar. We stopped smoking weed after the 3rd bowl, as it was clear that the pot was increasing the effects of the trip. The air was filled with a red haze. The color red was everywhere. When I closed my eyes I could see things that were going with the music. I saw a line of bamboo sticks jumping up and down with the music. My mind was opened; it felt like I was put into direct connection with some kind of mystical, out-of-this-world information beam. It felt like my brain had so many powers, I know that new parts of the unused brain were turned on. It was amazing. I can’t even begin to describe the concepts, and visions, and intense understanding going through my head. I was like a God.
It started getting really cold and I decided it would be best to drive the 2 miles back to my house. A agreed, as I could clearly see he was in distress, and looked confused.
We take off running to the quad cause we are getting scared from the intense anxious, psychedelic foreign feeling building up. With us, we carry the CD player and the chairs. I had parked my quad about a quarter of a mile away, because there was only a walking trail to the pond. I reached in my pocket for the key. Not there. We started to panic. Evil vibes from all directions were hitting us full speed. This is around my peak. We panic. We head back to the camp in hysteria. My visuals were getting intense and I couldn’t see well because of the amazing abstract art forming right in front of my eyes on every object. The trees looked like they were grabbing for me. I started getting delusions about getting killed or captured.
Then A looses the flashlight. This part becomes hazy; my brain wasn’t able to properly record the intense, odd memory. I am freaking out and A is trying to calm me down even though he is also scared. I just take off running, blindly through the woods. He screams my name to get me to come back. What I was thinking I don't know. I fell down hard about 20 feet away from A and pick up a rock. I start pouting (not like me). My friend was like aww, come on. I start hitting myself in the head with the rock. The pain was very intense. I was either severely frustrated or trying to knock myself out. I was in a different world. I barely even remembered going camping. I didn't know why this person was here. I didn’t quite know who A was, but he looked familiar. Then it started pouring rain (not in reality) and I had visions of A pissing on me.
We had brought a .380 pistol, (a horrible mistake). A had it in his hand, finger on the trigger and was looking around. I told him “Just do it. Do it” meaning shoot me, because I was in a world of chaos that was too uncomfortable; way beyond sensory overload. I believe I was thinking about doing it myself but A hid the gun. He later told me that there was noises, possibly deer, in the woods and he was guarding us, not plotting to kill me, of course.
I looked at my watch and didn't understand what it meant. Then we just laid on the ground by the fire. I had lost my glasses somewhere in my self-struggle. I suddenly thought the whole woods were on fire. I jumped up and tried to pour my drink on the fire, but A stopped me. Good thing he wasn't as messed up as me. I began to think cops were going to find us, which was impossible. I asked my friend and he clarified everything. As I laid on the ground and put my head on the rock I began getting very euphoric and just thought, I am going to lay here comfortable and wait till I am sober to figure things out. Amazing thoughts in full color (with some colors that don’t exist sober), with crazy concepts that I cannot even imagine now, were flooding through my brain. I had forgot what being sober was like. I looked in the fire and saw the wires from my glasses glowing red. I am glad that was a hallucination.
In the morning my brother rode his quad up to see how we were and I told him to get the spare key. He did and our asses were saved. I found my glasses and was very happy to get the hell outta there.
