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Moments that turned a good trip bad

Psyke said:
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.....
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I am gay and I know how these things work psychologically.

If anything, tripping is a chance to DROP our protective psychological walls, and RELISH the chance to get closer to our friends. Instead, you SLAMMED THE DOOR IN HIS FACE.

1. He bravely comes out to you, just to be a closer friend and get your thoughts and support..
2. You are so freaked by this you let down your friend and tell him to "shut up" essentially.
3. He assumes the reason you did this is because you were presuming he was trying to hit on you, when really he was just looking for honesty and a deeper friendship bond.
4. In other words... YOU are such a closeted gay that you could not conceive of just TALKING about it, and ALL YOU COULD THINK ABOUT WAS HAVING SEX WITH HIM... so you had NO CHOICE but to shut him up.

THAT is the thought process that led him to say what he did. Things a little clearer now?

Really, you SHOULD have been more compassionate and offered to at least see if he had anything he wanted to talk about it. OR maybe he started having paranoid thoughts that you said that because you are anti-gay somehow and might henceforth go on to tell other people he does not trust as much as you. Your putting him off and wanting to pretend it hadnt happened made him start to have alot of fears that you would involuntarily "out" him to people he did NOT want to know, so calling you a faggot was his way of covering his ass. You should have tried to at least be supportive and should not have just said, essentially, "shut up" which implicitly tags the subject as something horrible and creepy and something you think he ought to be ashamed about. Not a nice move by you... self-protective move by him in a culture where he could have been bashed had you outed him to the wrong assholes.

I think it's YOU my friend who have some "deep rooted issues you need so solve." WHY is this some horrifying subject you mention in this "good trip turned bad" topic? What was so "bad" about him taking such a huge brave risk? You ought to have told him you supported him and that you would kick anyone's ass if they ever tried to fuck with him, and complemented him for being so brave. What's YOUR problem, man??? It wasn't so much a "good trip turned bad" moment... it was a "my friend did an incredibly gutsy thing and did something that was very dangerous for him and made him very vulnerable and I WAS AN ENORMOUS WUSS AND I LET HIM DOWN IN A MAJOR FAIL" moment.

If anything its YOUR fault your trip turned bad. He RIGHTLY presumed that the reason it freaked you out and you told him to just shut the hell up was because you thought the only reason he said it was to come on to you and this frightened you so much because YOU are gay/bi in the closet, and were afraid that even just talking about it would bring out your OWN gayness, and therefore YOU COULDNT EVEN BEAR TO TALK ABOUT IT. You are at the least a cruel ASS. How come you could not even just TALK about it??? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU AFRAID OF, BUCKAROO? Yep... it is indeed *YOU* who have the "deep rooted issues." :(
 
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On about 5 grams of mush. A guy with a glass eye took it out. Nuff said.
 
OrneTTe said:
On about 5 grams of mush. A guy with a glass eye took it out. Nuff said.
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And in what way exactly did that cause your good trip to turn bad? Sounds actually like a pretty cool thing for someone to do while people are tripping, haha. Like maybe it would make people start to see eyeballs everywhere is pretty nifty if you think about it, not "bad" at all! Just something to marvel over!
 
hebb22 said:
my boy and i are sitting in his gazebo in almost pitch black, smoking weed and drinking (tripped the fuck out) and this bitch fucking comes outta nowhere to deliver a mother fucking magazine. I
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hhhh..... LOL
 
On my day off from work one day, I decided to test out some new acid (just a low dose).
My manager called as I was jamming out on my guitar smoking a little weed, "Can you come in tonight?"
Me, "No I can't".
Manager, "Please?! Everyone called in sick today."
Me, "Umm, I really can't, I've been drinking, and I'm far from sober."
Manager, "Well just come in and do your best."
LOL. Of course being on acid, I figured it would work out doing a rough job by myself on a thursday night, and I didn't want to be an unreliable employee and ruin my good standing with my manager. So I went to work, and was there for 15 minutes until the last girl left. I had to deal with customers as a a cashier. The first two customers come in at the same time and I gave them their food. I rung the first one up, but gave him the wrong total.
"Sorry sir, that was the wrong total, your actual total is ___. Can I please have the change back? Thanks!"
"Here is your correct change. Sorry. Oh WHOOPS! Actually that goes to the other customer."
The customers look in my eyes, like what the hell is wrong with this idiot. This scenario went on back and fourth, and after a few times of screwing up with the same customers, I had to grab my manager.
"Sorry sir, I really can't do the job. I tried my best."
Manager, "Try harder."
Me, "Seriously, you don't understand, I can't be here right now!"
Finally he said, "okay, take off", but I couldn't bare knowing how disappointed he was. I took off, and the rest of the night went fine for me, but my manager had to do the jobs of three people for the rest of a fairly busy night.


Another time I had a horrific experience on DMT. My second time doing DMT, I snorted 100 mg. of white pretty purified DMT the next morning after a night of rolling on 4 pills of MDMA. I had a pretty strange experience, interacting with highly evolved extra dimensional beings who seemed to be harmless, studying me and at the same time I was learning light years worth of things from them. I experienced either the creation of human beings, or the creation of myself in the hands of extraterrestrials. Once I came down a bit I opened my eyes and saw my soul mate, my good friend's beautiful girlfriend, lol. My carnal self wanted her instantly right then and there, but I knew it wouldn't be ethical. A spirit being unrelated to the beings I had seen and interacted with already told me, "It's natural, survival of the fittest. Take her right here and now, and be the god you were born to be. Don't worry about that guy (my friend), it wont matter." I reasoned with it, explaining that it's not right and how it would be damaging to people in general, a selfish step in the wrong direction for society in general. The being told me (I couldn't see it, only sense it as if it was communicating with me telepathically), "well it's either you be a man of power, or be a homosexual!" Courageously, I decided to trust my intuition and restrain my desires. What came next was a feeling of all hell. I felt the spirit furiously trying to take over my being. I fought and fought with it, rolling all over my friend's room knocking things over, until the spirit left. The next part was even worse....

I used to be a Christian, so God was residually in the back of my mind: After a moment of peace, the biblical God came back to judge all living things. In my mind, everything in all existence was aware of it instantaneously; animal, person, the living, the dead, the yet to be born, even the earth itself and everything else was aware at that moment that God had come to judge the destinies of all for all eternity. I began to think about how imperfect I had been over the years, and felt pretty sure I was gonna go to hell. I began the process of going to hell, accepting my fate in a panic, I began to slip further and further away from what little peace I had, knowing very well that it would only continue getting worse, increasing in intensity for all eternity. I thought deep and hard about any bit of goodness I had in my being, to plead for my salvation. Eventually the 40 minute long DMT trip began to really wear off, and I spent about 10 minutes rolling around on and off my friend's bed, trying to regain a grasp and control on reality. I haven't done DMT since, and I'm glad I didn't do anything stupid during the duration like jump on his girl and take her like an animal as I had felt like doing, especially since we are all great friends now.
 
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I was triipping mushrooms and it was a rare 95 degree day outside (very hot for Michigan) and I was outside in my yard enjoying myself until I got overheated. I began to feel ill and naturally tripping as hard as I was I became convinced I was going to die from heat exhaustion. That sent me into a very bad trip where I was certain I was dying for about an hour until i realized was just ego death and my body was actually fine and probably recovered from the heat within the first 10 minutes of being inside with the air conditioner on and drinking water.
 
I am gay and I know how these things work psychologically.

If anything, tripping is a chance to DROP our protective psychological walls, and RELISH the chance to get closer to our friends. Instead, you SLAMMED THE DOOR IN HIS FACE.

1. He bravely comes out to you, just to be a closer friend and get your thoughts and support..
2. You are so freaked by this you let down your friend and tell him to "shut up" essentially.
3. He assumes the reason you did this is because you were presuming he was trying to hit on you, when really he was just looking for honesty and a deeper friendship bond.
4. In other words... YOU are such a closeted gay that you could not conceive of just TALKING about it, and ALL YOU COULD THINK ABOUT WAS HAVING SEX WITH HIM... so you had NO CHOICE but to shut him up.

THAT is the thought process that led him to say what he did. Things a little clearer now?

Really, you SHOULD have been more compassionate and offered to at least see if he had anything he wanted to talk about it. OR maybe he started having paranoid thoughts that you said that because you are anti-gay somehow and might henceforth go on to tell other people he does not trust as much as you. Your putting him off and wanting to pretend it hadnt happened made him start to have alot of fears that you would involuntarily "out" him to people he did NOT want to know, so calling you a faggot was his way of covering his ass. You should have tried to at least be supportive and should not have just said, essentially, "shut up" which implicitly tags the subject as something horrible and creepy and something you think he ought to be ashamed about. Not a nice move by you... self-protective move by him in a culture where he could have been bashed had you outed him to the wrong assholes.

I think it's YOU my friend who have some "deep rooted issues you need so solve." WHY is this some horrifying subject you mention in this "good trip turned bad" topic? What was so "bad" about him taking such a huge brave risk? You ought to have told him you supported him and that you would kick anyone's ass if they ever tried to fuck with him, and complemented him for being so brave. What's YOUR problem, man??? It wasn't so much a "good trip turned bad" moment... it was a "my friend did an incredibly gutsy thing and did something that was very dangerous for him and made him very vulnerable and I WAS AN ENORMOUS WUSS AND I LET HIM DOWN IN A MAJOR FAIL" moment.

If anything its YOUR fault your trip turned bad. He RIGHTLY presumed that the reason it freaked you out and you told him to just shut the hell up was because you thought the only reason he said it was to come on to you and this frightened you so much because YOU are gay/bi in the closet, and were afraid that even just talking about it would bring out your OWN gayness, and therefore YOU COULDNT EVEN BEAR TO TALK ABOUT IT. You are at the least a cruel ASS. How come you could not even just TALK about it??? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU AFRAID OF, BUCKAROO? Yep... it is indeed *YOU* who have the "deep rooted issues."
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Dwayne, I like you and I always enjoy reading your posts, even this one. I agree with your sentiments about how Lsd is a beautiful time to open up, break socials barriers, and crush the walls of normalcy in which our mind calls our home, but in this situation, this was not the case. Before you launched off into a speech barating me (somewhat;)) the least you could have done is approach the situation with an amount of trepidation, look at it from as few angles, and also consider the fact that there is a long nerve-racking back story behind all this.
For the entire report of that great-turned-horrific night, please read the Trip report of it that i am going to PM you, and then tell me if you still have the same opinions.


To sum it up for the rest of you:

He was amidst a two-faced psychotic breakdown (He might be a schizophrenic) in which i was trying to console him out of whilst he proclaimed his hom-sexuality to me. I'm not even sure it is true. Due to the ridiculous circumstances I did not take his statement (among magnitudes of other vivacious statements) into immediate consideration, as I had errrr...other things to deal with at the moment. (read the trip report dwayne)

A few moments later I did indeed try and get him to talk, asked him if he needed anything, and that I was there for him.
 
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I'd like to add that my friend saying he was gay did not make the trip any better or worse for the wear, the fact that he was stuck in an endless psychotic loop was more of the deciding factor...regardless I had a pretty good trip and having to take care of a lost soul was merely a test of my sanity, and my ability to react and adapt to any environment around me...I took it as a challenge!

Any trip can be good or bad, the power to be unhappy or happy is yours....the amount of work is the same.
 
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on mushrooms at a party crammed with drunk people in the days before realizing that being on mushrooms at a party crammed with drunk people is miserable. for me at least. i had retreated into the bathroom with my tripping friends to escape the hoards and was sitting in the bathtub when suddenly three people descended upon me, all arms and manic grins, cackling as they tickled me. guh! whyyy? my pleas for them to stop did nil and they just got closer and closer until i broke through them and fled the apartment. i recovered in the hallways of the apartment but everyone thought i had run into the january night in my socks and all went searching for me. and were not impressed by my warm, dry and safe re-appearance later on.

but i mean you just don't trap someone in a bathtub with octopus arms when they're tripping! you just don't!
 
Yes, my only bad LSD trip. It was in 2003 IIRC. I've had no other bad trips.

We were on our way to a friend of mine and I didn't know the driver. He drove quite recklessly and it was very hot in the car. The air conditioning in the car wasn't functioning. I can't stand when it's hot in cars and got extremely nauseous. I vomited and and the driver stopped the car and I ran out and vomited more. I returned to the car and we continued. But someone had noticed our quite odd behaviour. Suddenly I noticed blue lights blinking behind us: the cops. I was tripping quite hard at this point and already felt bad because of the nausea. The cops stopped our car and started questioning the driver, he had to be tested for alcohol (but was luckily not drunk) and they did a thorough check that all the papers and documents regarding the car were OK. They were, but I was already freaking out. I somehow thought the cops are going to arrest me and send me to a mental hospital. It was an extreme struggle not to make the cops notice anything. Even after the cops let us go I got stuck in the thought loop of being locked in a mental hospital.

Fortunately we soon arrived to my friend's house where I calmed down.
 
I wouldnt say that it turned it bad because I believe that the "bad" trips are just something you have to work through to make it good again, you cant just let it turn against you. But I found everytime the lights got turned on the atmosphere would twist and be a lot less fun and a little freaky.
 
Once I cleared a full gram of 50x salvia outta a 2 footer bong. A few of my friends were playing Little Big Planet on my big screen (70"), and I was fully sucked into the game.

I'm not sure what happened next, but I ran directly into my glass sliding door, so hard that I smashed it and fell through the other side.

Other then that, though, it was a lot of fun. I don't believe in bad trips, only new experiences :P My buddies had to explain to me afterward what had happened since I was tripped out so hard I had no idea.
 
never had a bad trip, just weird stuff happens...
I had been to an outdoor rave, & it was my first time taking shrooms. Everything was fine & fun, but when we got on a bus to town, I could have sworn the bus was full of mentally ill people, I remember saying to my friend "I think we're on the crazy bus, I hope it goes were we gotta go"
Then we were walking through town, & I saw a baby in a push chair & it was the ugliest motherf'ing kid I had ever seen (it probably wasn't but I was so high) but I said to my mate, "God, that kid was really ugly"... It had red hair, & looked strange.
Also going through town, everyone looked normal, but looking at them having conversations around me there mouths turn in to lizard tongues, hissing about. But I felt safe with my friends, like that being us 4 together (2 & me tripping, the other on a comedown from a heavy night on pills) everything would be ok
After walking through town, we went to sit on a park, while there an acquaintance of ours who was an ok guy, just strange, came & sat with us, he started showing us his phone or ipod maybe? but it was playing a hiphop music video, & I thought it was porn!

At no point was I scared. Just had to think about things more :\ :) :\
 
Black Octagon MK 2 said:
Tripping in my university room on LSD (years ago) and stupidly answering the phone when it wouldn't stop ringing.
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Telephones and tripping just really don't go together. I don't know quite what it is, but I now always switch my phone off when I trip.
 
Transform said:
Telephones and tripping just really don't go together. I don't know quite what it is, but I now always switch my phone off when I trip.
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I love playing with my iphone. Trying to text is so hilarious, and all the letters on screen are dancing. Other then that, I avoid technology, doesn't seem "natural".
 
i remember a trip with 2ci when we were out having a party and someone decides a change of venue. so we all move along to this new club and people are all dancing and wavign about.. except somehowi get stuck on a chair near the air vent and the air was fuckign cold!!! i thought i was going to freeze to death!
even after moving away i kept feeling cold and ended up leaving the party altogether... sheesh, only warmed up under a hot shower at home where things finally rolled back to place.
but seriously i felt like i had been left in the antarctic to hatch penguin eggs
 
I got dumped in a trip once; trip report is up actually up on erowid and I'm too lazy to type the whole story again; the short sum up is; I was at an 8 day psychedelic music festival 2000 km from my home in a foreign country with my boyfriend, somewhere in the early evening of the first night we took 4 hits of decent LSD and everything was going really well; extremely beautiful strong visuals, a very serene strong trip. I already noticed he was a bit off early on, he seemed confused, but I didn't think too much of it and was more focusing on the great setting and the wonderful experience. At some point we went to the dance floor opening ceremony where he lost his mind, went batshit insane and started going like: "I'm done" and I was like "With what" and he was like 'I'm done" so I was like "With what" and he was like "Everything" so I was like "What do you mean by everything" and he was like "Things." Which wasn't really leading anywhere, then he switched to saying: "We're through." And I was like "What?!" and he was like: "I'm breaking up with you. We're. Through." with this batshit insane crazy look in his eyes after which I was like "What the fuck?? Why? Huh? What?!", just utterly suprised by all this, then he said that everything came together there to proove him a point, then he took a pause and then said: "And that is to show me that we don't fit together." So I started listing things that prooved we were fine together and he said "Now you're grasping for things.", I was still very suprised asking: "Why" a lot, not really showing any emotion though, I was too startled for emotion really. At some point I asked: "Is this a joke?! Can we be back together again?" And he said nothing for a while, still looking rather insane, then saying: "What do you think." Then he said: "I just don't feel any love for you anymore." And walked off into the now thick crowd.

It had just gone dark, my trip had just peaked and I was all alone, 2000 km from home with no other trusted people or even people I really knew at all around, on a high dose of LSD. I was alone searching for the tent / him for about three hours, was nót yet familiar with the terrain in dark.. if you want to read the full story; I promise it's interesting. Still typing out quite a bit here, but the full story, I promise, is better :)

http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=89493

So yeah getting dumped in a trip didn't make the trip any more fun. Still it wasn't bád, but it was definatly difficult, and compared to how zen, serene and utter bliss the trip had been before I could say it turned pretty bad, not a bad trip though, since I'm not weak, which is really what I learned from that all. I am not a pussy. A lot of people are. I can take care of myself in fucked up situations, I can stay clear headed when dumped on a lot of LSD on unfamiliar terrain the dark in between 20.000 strangers not speaking my language alone. That showed me my own strength, and the mental weakness of my boyfriend, who I am still together with right now although things never got as good as they were before. If someone does that to you there's really I think two ways to react: Get hit hard yourself or instantly detach from someone and live with the fact you won't ever feel the same for them that you did before. I did the last thing, saving my own mind, emotion etc. and putting all the harm on the relationship. I mean, if it gets too bad I can dump him. Can't really dump my own mind or memories :p Either way, read the story :)
 
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