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Moments that turned a good trip bad

The one and only bad trip that I have ever had was at an outdoor psytrance party in the forest. We'd been going to these types of parties for a few years so it was nothing new. But the tabs we had were by far stronger than anything I had had previously. I knew that beforehand so maybe that fucked with my head a little bit (I'd only been taking acid for maybe 2 years at that stage?).

Anyway, when the tab was well and truly coming on, we were on the dancefloor, it was almost midnight (it was a NYE party). There were a LOT of people we didn't recognise at this party, and some really sketchy looking cunts at that.

My boyfriend said something like "Watch out for those two blokes over there, they look like they're up to no good" and pointed to these two really rough-looking characters (they looked like gypsies), RIGHT when I was really starting to trip hard!!!

I watched these two guys for a while and yeah, to me they started to look like two serial killers who were choosing their next victim. Pretty soon after that, the clock struck midnight and the party descended in to chaotic cries of "HAPPY NEW YEEEEARRR!!!!". It was all too much for me and I was like "Let's go back to the car for a while..." and we scurried off.

We spent the entire night in the car after that, with me clenching my boyfriend's hand to the point of white knuckles, flinching and nearly breaking in to tears at any slight noise outside the car :D
Okay, I was only THAT bad for maybe 1-2 hours, then as the acid started to wear off I got a little more adventurous and was okay with having the car doors open, but wouldn't venture out of the car unless I needed to pee :D

At one point at the height of my trip, a small group of people walked past the car, in reality they must've been laughing and play-fighting or something (I don't know), but my brain interpreted their noises as though someone had just stabbed someone, and he was bleeding out and dying right outside our car. Everyone around was whispering "Oh my god, call someone! What do we do?!" and quietly panicking etc. I remember sitting in the car and listening to all of this going on, (well..."going on" ;)) absolutely terrified that we'd just heard someone get killed, and that because we'd witnessed it, WE'D be next! And I turned and said to my boyfriend with this panicked look on my face "Don't look....just, pretend it isn't happening" and shielded my face with my hand.

And he was like "...Huh?? What isn't happening??"

And I suddenly realised all of that death and chaos was inside my own head :D

It didn't really make me feel better at the time though...... :D

I remember in the morning on our way home from the party I said to my boyfriend "I learned a lot about myself last night...I learned that I can be very scared"

=D

That was a LONG time ago though :)
 
^ Hahaha. Nice story. It's true: psychedelics can show you what it's like to be TRULY frightened. During psychedelic trips, on multiple occasions, I have been fully convinced that I was going to die a painful and gruesome death...
 
I was on a strong tab of acid at a party, and had someone ask me to have sex with a friend of theirs who I was not interested in at all. I was tripping very hard, and there were two random people I didn't know who looked a lot like really fucked up junkies, although I later realised who they were and that I was messed up as. Anyway I ended up going off for a walk on my own and had a really scary time being yelled at by my own head.
Probably told this story before.
 
tripping on high doses with friends that are not that close always fucks up the experiance for me
and even with close friends i always regret deciding to trip with friends rather than alone i always feel that i am wasting a opportunity when tripping above "++"level with people
 
Anout 12 of us ran out onto a frozen canal in holland, tripping balls on acid and ecstasy, suddenly there is a huge CRACKING noise behind us, between us and the shore, people strt hurling themselves towards the bank, ice cracking and breaking under every step, talk about a rush.

that was the most instant trip changer I've ever experienced.
 
^ That sounds scary webbykevin, but I imagine once you make it back to the bank...an amazing feeling of invincibility!

Like really? That shit couldn't wait till another time? It was the worse trip ever, I spent the rest of the trip curled in the fetal position convinced I was going to die.
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^ Quote of the day as well! lmao!

I've never had anything too bad, been tripping with 5 other people before (only 2 of them close friends) and we all decided to go out in search of food & treats. One of our group (who in all honesty, I do not like, I tolerate, but don't like) decides it'll be a good idea to start smashing everything he can see up, bus shelters, fences, anything.

So I said my goodbyes, smoked a joint and went home!
 
Newbierock said:
One of our group (who in all honesty, I do not like, I tolerate, but don't like) decides it'll be a good idea to start smashing everything he can see up, bus shelters, fences, anything.
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There's always one who goes to far lol
 
Nearly dying will always make a trip turn into something a little frightening. :)
 
the first time i dropped lucy i slipped into that state of "who the fuck am i?" my brain felt blocked by the information of my identity, my life. i knew i went to school, a job, had family, friends but for the life of me couldnt remember a single piece of that information. I spent the rest of the trip trying to figure that info out, the only thing i knew were the friends i was tripping with and proceded to pull letters out of their names to make the "hippy alphabet: abc-lsd" i kept repeating that over and over abclsd abclsd abclsd abclsd abclsd abclsd abclsd and just got more and more delusional. Finally the peak of the trip ended and everything quit echoing and the tracers werent overlapping so much and i felt calm and i remembered who i was. It wasnt a bad trip, i guess you could say it was ego los, but i had no idea that was even possible before trying the acid. if only i was ready and had known about sites like bluelight
 
^ I had a friend recently go through the same thing. It was his third or fourth time doing acid and the second time he had done two, but I continued to warn him that he might not be ready to take two of a stronger tab as I was sure they were fairly weak and home printed but he was convinced they were great and he was cool and I wasn't going to tell him what to do, I could only advise him.
Well he took two of those multicoloured bikes, lost the group, forgot who he was which we realised when we found him back up at camp.
He started having a really tough time dealing with the hallucinations saying that crystals were falling off my face every time I moved my head and it was freaking him out. So eventually we gave him a little bit of valium just to calm him down, it worked and he was having a better time. Then he did a nang and went bananas, and then eventually another 150mg of MDMA and was famously "pinging in his tent" at 6am in the morning when everyone was trying to sleep, possibly one of the funniest things I've ever seen.

He had also done 150mg of MDMA earlier as well totalling 300, and he'd had almost a case of beer as well over the night from what I saw around the campsite.
He's very new to all of this only doing it for about six months, needless to say his mantra for a month afterwards was "Too much drugs!"
This isn't a dicksizing post, this is if anything a what not to do if you're new to tripping and drugs in general, he learned a good hard lesson that festival.

So relating that little story you reminded me of to this thread, the moment for him where the trip went bad was when he ate one tab too many.
 
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thats crazy cuz it was two tabs that did me in. We were at a barter faire up by the canadian border in washington and this old hippy brought WoW from san fran, i took one and wasnt feeling it so told my buddy to gimme another, went to a tent that had a nitro tank and took a balloon and that kickstarted the entire thing. walked out of the tent and watch the bushes change into acid colors and melt into the stars and then watch the stars change to spade patterning from playing cards to musical notes and lost it after that. it wasnt the visuals that freaked me tho they got intense but the losing my identity that really got me. i was ready to see shit but not ready to feel like i was loosing my mind haha
 
Stepping in dogshit while peaking on 3 8ths of mushrooms was pretty awful. That's the one and only time I've gotten the Fear. I couldn't figure out what to do, I thought I was stuck outside because obviously I couldn't walk into my house with dogshit on my shoe right? Took my buddy and I like five minutes to figure out that I could just take my shoes off and leave them outside while we went inside.

Incidentally later that night we got pulled over by this lady cop while still tripping balls to check for if we were underage to be out so late past curfew, which we were not. Not ten minutes later we're at the bus stop for my friend to go home and there's a crackhead homeless dude that sits down next to us and starts making these weird flailing motions with all four limbs and yelling out 'HOOOAAH!' and 'UUUHHHRRGH UUNNGH' etc. We're like WTF! and sure enough the lady cop was still cruising he block and pulled over to see what he was doing.

So literally for one homeless spazzing crackhead we ended up with 4 police cars, 2 undercover narc cars, a paddywagon AND a cop SUV all pulled up into this gas station on the corner where we were still waiting for the bus tripping like ten ballsacks.

Sounds like bullshit but entirely true hah! Moral of the story is that I can handle cops, crackheads, whatever while tripping. But stepping in my dog's shit? Ehh not so much.
 
About 5 hours into an amazing acid trip where I had done molly and dmt for the first time, my friend stands up off the couch, starts screaming in utter terror and crashes into a major grand mal seizure. My other friend who owned the place sold mass quantities of drugs too, so we were on the phone with 911 and cleaning his apt out at the same time. All while another friend who is literally going over the edge mentally from this is crying in the corner. Luckily the friend who had the seizure came out of it fine and no one was arrested, but my other friend quickly dove head first into hard opiates and major depression. One of the best nights of my life turned into the worst in a split second
 
n3ophy7e said:
The one and only bad trip that I have ever had was at an outdoor psytrance party in the forest.....'
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That sounds like a few situation's ive found myself in at doofs while tripping; the power of suggestion on psychedelics is so unbelievably powerful.. it does my head in how a few words from someone can turn your entire reality inside out, ive been in some uncomfortable scenario's as a third person to a couple of people arguing over drugs,money or relationships and while sober you just brush it off but on psychedelics you seem to absorb all their negativity and really feel the ugliness of their behavior.

It's hard to recall any one experience, it's been years since i lasted used psychedelics frequently.. but i would have to say been at the Zoo on 500ug of liquid was a really messy time, i felt so ashamed when i saw families with there kids walk past me.. i sincerely felt like a monster because of how out of control i felt around these families, the friend i was with at the time felt the same way and we walked off from the group of people we went there with. At the height of the peak i could no longer differentiate myself from anything outside of myself.. the line between separation became increasingly blurred, so whenever my friend said something to me i interpreted it as something directly related to myself, like talking with my subconscious mind... this got quite dark because all my issues were been reflected back at me through my friend who was sitting across from me on a bench. It was like feeling completely exposed.. no where to hide, any confusion about my sexuality, self-esteem, etc.. was been conveyed through him, which started an intense amount of paranoia that he knew everything about me and the fact that he knew only served to confirm my deepest fears about myself, forcing me to realize them.

It sounds simple enough, i've been tripping around people that have been held up at knife-point, cops, sketchy people, in the city.. yet none of that scared me more then watching my ideal of who i thought i was shatter into a million pieces; in a public place no less.

- The Nocturnal House on that dose however, was quite possibly the most psychedelic experience of my life... it felt like the laws of physics fell out its ass; and there was now multiple dimensions of time and space occupying the dark hallway -
 
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2C-E, forgot the dosage. was lying in bed enjoying the fractals, music, thoughts. then my calf muscles became sore and were twitching. then it became worse and felt as if they were being ripped out away from the bone by some unknown force. it became so bad that I jumped up from the fractal ocean and would have screamed at the top of my lungs but retained composure as I did not want to wake anyone.

they cramped later which was also terrible. turns out I was just dehydrated. WATER IS LIFE


MDMA, at a rave. rolling tits. someone passes me a joint in the smoke pit, I take a few puffs being new to weed still, and have to ditch it quick as security was lurking once they smelt it. everything became too intense. I couldnt enter the dance floor, it was like a wall of heat, smell, noise and lights. I sat on the lobby floor of the venue, falling away into it with each hit of the kick (was a HARD dance rave). I realize now I was just reallllly high, new to weed.
 
i was having an amazing shrooms trip on thursday. i had the tv on but wasnt watching it, but suddenly a picture of that ex football coach who is accused of child rape came on tv, and i think that was the cause of my trip going south.
 
My friend abruptly blurted out: "I'm Gay" late at night whilst tripping on some strong lsd at my house.

and then when I told him to forget about it and just go to bed, (not the time nor the place for coming out of the closet...)

he responds with "I don't want to have sex with you, you faggot."


Looks like someone has some deep-rooted issues they need to solve.....
 
1/4 oz of mushrooms, ended up getting The Fear and unleashing a primal scream in my bed that woke everyone up for about a 2 block radius.

Too Much Drugs indeed.
 
Tripping in my university room on LSD (years ago) and stupidly answering the phone when it wouldn't stop ringing. Turned out to be my Dad calling from interstate. He was feeling chatty and wouldn't take no for an answer. Within 2 minutes I was being asked to expound upon (and defend) my various views about local politics!! Normally something that can be quite interesting on psychedelics, but not when it takes you by surprise, and not when you're as fried as I was at this time. Ended up spluttering out a series of incoherent and irrational sound-bites that would have failed to impress a dog. My Dad (who is a psychiatrist) pauses for nearly a moment of silence, and then declares that I'm having an emotional reaction. Really sent things south.
 
Yes i do. Once i looked in a mirror and saw my evil twin who wanted to take over my world and leave his own dimension... lol
20mg 2-ct7 and a tab
 
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