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⭐️ Social ⭐️ Stimulant psychosis, how far down the rabbit hole have you fallen?

Oh man, where do I begin. I have been in a puddle for about 2 years and 1 month. It all started out when a buddy got out of jail and paid me a visit, with tina in tow and a lightbulb pipe my journey began. That first night I remember hearing a song playing in the backround when the radio was off, I think it was yellow submarine. Anyways ive been diagnosed with residual schizophrenia and bipolar since. I hear voices, mostly demonic and angelic, demons mostly. And its constant, it never ends. They even give me dreams, super creepy. When I go to sleep they are talking and when I wake up they come back, they know everything about me, when I have a thought, they see that thought and judge me for it always telling me I see everything in my eyes, urging me to feel it instead.
So pretty much this is what happened the following months after a 5 day binge on meth. It started with hearing crickets in my ears, this ive been told by demons is one of two things, angels dying and the sound of satan. Following this I some how invoked the rage of Magnus, the devils second. He came up and tried to teach me a lesson by inviting more demons into my home to scare the crap out of me. Turns out I wasnt scared nor bright, I thought I was tripping to be honest. I saw these demons not like you would see a person but in a different way almost what you would think a ghost looks like, see through perhaps but vibrant... They also gave me visions, closed and open eyed. Some stayed and are still here to this day, some died, some Ive killed with various tools they implant into my eyes, how they do this I dont know, some have told me they burn it in, yet I can or used to be able to switch tools in my eyes. I made a deal to be a one eye, not knowing what that was at the time, now ive come to learn its a follower of the antichrist, or the antichrist himself, whom ive met. I dont know, its all blurred lines in places. Some of the ones who stayed called themselves the loki squad, they tortured me for a few months until I made that deal. And then there was the time the devil came up to pay me a visit, he's a squat man about 5 ft tall with pointy ears and a devilish grin. Smart being he is, very to the point. He stuck a device up my ass and pulled it out and attached it to my chest, strapped it on. The device he called a loki device, it leta me talk to the dead, and surprisingly the living, lots of people wear this device. I could explain more on this device but thats another story. Magnus used to like me, he even gave me a new device, one that wasnt covered in shit, and that was the night time went to hell. That there is another story in itself, im just gonna stick to the intresting parts because I feel like im talking all over the place...
More about the devil, he has a face thats black yet white also strange as that sounds. He gave me sleep paralysis one night and offered me a deal to be a loki, this happened in a dream, I honestly cant remember if I accepted, he likes to say I did, I talk to him daily, just thinking devil or remembering his picture summons him. Someone has given me many pictures/visions of these beings and I still havent figured out who this mysterious being is. Nonetheless thinking about these pictures summons said being, and I have hundreds of these pictures, including the devils daughter and sons. His son is huge and funny as it is red, red hurts demons. Satan is purple and looks pretty radical, I have his picture as an angel also, he was bald. I feel like im getting off topic here, I think I made this post to mainly point out that sometimes real demons come up and real angels come down. What im going through currently I truly believe is real, regardless of what others may think. I'll post some more here later. Feel free to ask me anything your curious about, even if its something ridiculous. I really dont do much meth anymore, never shot up or anything, never went past day 5 and hydrated and ate well, slept in short bursts. I read something on here the other day about a guy who thought meth use is kind of like fasting, and people used to fast to get closer to god or the devil. I think im a pretty decent guy, and dont know why this happened to me per say. Anyway it was my first post, ive lurked for years now. Like i said ask away and I'll post some more a little later. One final tip, dont think about the devil, because it will bring him up whether you can hear him or not, he's there no doubt. Same with god, dont wank and think about god =p.
 
Spunwithchanceofpsychosis said:
Im a IV Meth user, And when i first started using 3 years ago,i was going ham. I was doing gram shots of meth, like 4 times a day. i would peeking out of the blinds, convinced everyone was out to get me. The one bender i was on lasted 17 days no sleep. Everything was alright until day 5. The shadow people weren't in the shadows anymore, they were full blown hallucinations by this point because i was seeing and talking to people that weren't there. They had faces and slowly worked outta the shadows. I hit day 14 and i was mixing a shot in my room, when all the sudden i saw my shadow person i refer to as frank ,peeking just around my door frame. I was so convinced he was there, i decided to take a picture to prove it to my one homie and when i clicked to take the picture, my fucking flash went off and next thing i know, my shadow person lunged at me. I ended up in my closet with my loaded hunting rifle on day 15, 16, and 17. I thought my grandmother come in my house i heard her but i was sadly mistaken , open my closet door with rifle in hand and what do ya know? Frank lunges at me again..so I fire my hunting rifile at him. Resulting me sending a bullet into my downstairs neighbors apartment. (THANK GOD THEY WEREN'T HOME)

My psychosis is especially bad because I'm a paranoid schizophrenic. So my schizophrenia goes balls to the wall and its 10000× worse then when i'm sober. This experience taught me not to stay up past day 3. I got evicted and I'm still homeless because of my psychosis getting out of control. I do less in my shots now. I haven't had a psychosis episode since that night. It's been 2 years. Learned my lesson.
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17 days u crazy man u crazy! That's all I got to say I did 5 and ended up in a phych ward for a week which sucked
 
HereIamAgain said:
Oh man, where do I begin. I have been in a puddle for about 2 years and 1 month. It all started out when a buddy got out of jail and paid me a visit, with tina in tow and a lightbulb pipe my journey began. That first night I remember hearing a song playing in the backround when the radio was off, I think it was yellow submarine. Anyways ive been diagnosed with residual schizophrenia and bipolar since. I hear voices, mostly demonic and angelic, demons mostly. And its constant, it never ends. They even give me dreams, super creepy. When I go to sleep they are talking and when I wake up they come back, they know everything about me, when I have a thought, they see that thought and judge me for it always telling me I see everything in my eyes, urging me to feel it instead.
So pretty much this is what happened the following months after a 5 day binge on meth. It started with hearing crickets in my ears, this ive been told by demons is one of two things, angels dying and the sound of satan. Following this I some how invoked the rage of Magnus, the devils second. He came up and tried to teach me a lesson by inviting more demons into my home to scare the crap out of me. Turns out I wasnt scared nor bright, I thought I was tripping to be honest. I saw these demons not like you would see a person but in a different way almost what you would think a ghost looks like, see through perhaps but vibrant... They also gave me visions, closed and open eyed. Some stayed and are still here to this day, some died, some Ive killed with various tools they implant into my eyes, how they do this I dont know, some have told me they burn it in, yet I can or used to be able to switch tools in my eyes. I made a deal to be a one eye, not knowing what that was at the time, now ive come to learn its a follower of the antichrist, or the antichrist himself, whom ive met. I dont know, its all blurred lines in places. Some of the ones who stayed called themselves the loki squad, they tortured me for a few months until I made that deal. And then there was the time the devil came up to pay me a visit, he's a squat man about 5 ft tall with pointy ears and a devilish grin. Smart being he is, very to the point. He stuck a device up my ass and pulled it out and attached it to my chest, strapped it on. The device he called a loki device, it leta me talk to the dead, and surprisingly the living, lots of people wear this device. I could explain more on this device but thats another story. Magnus used to like me, he even gave me a new device, one that wasnt covered in shit, and that was the night time went to hell. That there is another story in itself, im just gonna stick to the intresting parts because I feel like im talking all over the place...
More about the devil, he has a face thats black yet white also strange as that sounds. He gave me sleep paralysis one night and offered me a deal to be a loki, this happened in a dream, I honestly cant remember if I accepted, he likes to say I did, I talk to him daily, just thinking devil or remembering his picture summons him. Someone has given me many pictures/visions of these beings and I still havent figured out who this mysterious being is. Nonetheless thinking about these pictures summons said being, and I have hundreds of these pictures, including the devils daughter and sons. His son is huge and funny as it is red, red hurts demons. Satan is purple and looks pretty radical, I have his picture as an angel also, he was bald. I feel like im getting off topic here, I think I made this post to mainly point out that sometimes real demons come up and real angels come down. What im going through currently I truly believe is real, regardless of what others may think. I'll post some more here later. Feel free to ask me anything your curious about, even if its something ridiculous. I really dont do much meth anymore, never shot up or anything, never went past day 5 and hydrated and ate well, slept in short bursts. I read something on here the other day about a guy who thought meth use is kind of like fasting, and people used to fast to get closer to god or the devil. I think im a pretty decent guy, and dont know why this happened to me per say. Anyway it was my first post, ive lurked for years now. Like i said ask away and I'll post some more a little later. One final tip, dont think about the devil, because it will bring him up whether you can hear him or not, he's there no doubt. Same with god, dont wank and think about god =p.
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Your experience is remarkably similar to my own in many ways.

I consider myself a victim of what the Catholic Church calls demonic pestering. Demons have been messing with me for years. I used to have visions too. It's all extremely bizarre and so much of it is related to my religious beliefs.

One thing I believe in is being a witness against those who plot nothing but harm against me all day. They speak in rumors and lies all day everyday. I fully believe that Angels and Saints are aware of my suffering and all the lies. I also believe that every time they lie about me it is affecting their own judgement far more than my own.

When I had a visit from Satan he was completely black and his face and hands were tentacles. In the vision I was tied upside down to a drainage pipe that was overhanging a cliff that was several hundred feet high.

The one main voice that I hear these days seems not to be able to think of anything better to say than "damn it", "motherfucker", and other useless garbage every few seconds. Usually they lie and stretch the truth about almost every thought I have. Even attributing thoughts to me that I didn't have at all.

They used to physically torture me all day everyday. It felt like being microwaved or something. The worst was when they used "the big one" (they called it a radiation machine) on me to try to force me to renounce Christ while screaming "I am your God".

I was in the most pain I've ever been in in my whole life and I still refused to renounce Christ. I think they inadvertently got me far more help and support from the other team than they could ever imagine by doing that to me. I will never renounce Christ, even under threat of death. It wasn't even something I could consider. When they physically tortured me and claimed to be MY God I had more inner strength and fierce determination than at any other time I can remember.

Don't make any deals with them! They offered me shit all day everyday for months in exchange for me being their "living boy". Drugs, cars, homes, women, everything.

It's really pretty mild now compared to how it used to be a few years ago.

Oh yeah, shit is also gayer than you could ever imagine. I'm not homosexual at all but the demons that mess with me are obssessed with assholes.

I believe in being a member of a team that hunts this shit down and helps people in situations similar to my own.

Do not hold still for hardware modifications to your body, or surgeries, or upgrades. I did because I was curious and trying to figure out what was happening. Now I wish that I hadn't.

They used to say things like I had to leave my wife and kids to sell meth for them. I told them to eat shit and die. They eventually stopped telling me that I had no choice but to work for them.

I believe in working for the other team. You know, serving the Lord. I get more spiritual help and support than you could ever imagine from that.

You're not alone!
 
Thanks man I really appreciate the words, yes shit is gay as F in hell, they tell me if I think jesus is up my arse the he is up my arse, trying to get me to put him and god up there. Its like they are conditioning me to be a demon, they once wanted me to be a demonlord, and inserted a throat tool into my throat. This tool does everything from steal voices to sucking souls out of people, if you think someones soul is in your throat then it is, can even feel strange vibrations. The world is full of huge demons, they also like to say that they are CIA or the navy blasting my mind with radio waves. Who the hell knows man, ive heard it all from these things, and yes pathological liars they are. The angels are pissed at me for the time being, apparently i let the devils daughter touch my penis, and something about a tounge in my dick while masturbating. Anyway phones about to die, check in later.
 
HereIamAgain said:
Thanks man I really appreciate the words, yes shit is gay as F in hell, they tell me if I think jesus is up my arse the he is up my arse, trying to get me to put him and god up there. Its like they are conditioning me to be a demon, they once wanted me to be a demonlord, and inserted a throat tool into my throat. This tool does everything from steal voices to sucking souls out of people, if you think someones soul is in your throat then it is, can even feel strange vibrations. The world is full of huge demons, they also like to say that they are CIA or the navy blasting my mind with radio waves. Who the hell knows man, ive heard it all from these things, and yes pathological liars they are. The angels are pissed at me for the time being, apparently i let the devils daughter touch my penis, and something about a tounge in my dick while masturbating. Anyway phones about to die, check in later.
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You should really try and avoid participation in any kind of sex with invisible spirits if you can. I let myself be tempted in the past and it hurt me.
It might feel amazingly real but later they claimed it wasn't even consentual (which is bizarre to me bc I was flat on my back with invisible people on top always). To this day the guy I hear all the time swears I raped his asshole. If such a thing were possible it was invisible to me and I was on the bottom so I don't know how you could call that rape. He also used to claim this shit before it's possible that it happened invisibly so I think it's just bullshit since I've never had intercourse with a man.

He also likes to claim that I've murdered people and this a lie. I like to remind him that if I was anything like the person he claimed I was I'd be last person ever I would want to fuck with. And that's all he does all day too, just fucks with me. I dont have time for it. It's the dumbest shit ever and I'd rather watch tv than hear that shit.
 
I've had about 4-5 stim psychosis in my life. My first was at about 15 years old after binging an insane amount of methylphenidate and not sleeping for 5-7 days (?). It was a long time ago, but I remember laying in bed and all the shadows cast on my walls turned into saguaro cacti and cartoon characters that were wildly dancing and their shadows stretched from the wall to the ceiling. I was terrified and had no idea what was happening. I don't remember it lasting that long, maybe a minute or two.

Various mild meth/sleep deprivation episodes, textbook but mild. You know, seeing numbers projected over everything and the bugs crawling on asphalt type shit.

My most recent was from propylhexedrine alone and I was well rested. Started seeing hallucinations akin to being up on meth for 4 days and I started hearing people talking in the bathroom, I stood outside the door trying to listen for 30 sec and then suddenly the talking stopped and I realized I was just listening to water dripping from the bath tub (but man, I was convinced there were people in my bathroom talking). Was hallucinating quite badly at that point, popped some risperidone and benzo and was out like a light.

Probably mild stuff compared to a lot of other veteran stim enthusiasts here. I've never been a big stim user really.
 
One night I was lead outside around 10pm. Upon walking out into the side yard, I was greeted by an army of little men, all over my yard they were. Some a foot tall, some a few inches tall and riding little motorcycles that flew in the air. All the while there were spiders walking around talking to me about visiting another planet, their planet. Most of the spiders were about 2 foot tall, thick legs and weird little voices, almost robotic. Some of the spiders where the size of a minivan, they didnt talk to me though. Apart from visiting their planet when i die, they also warned me that they bite pedophiles, thankfully I wasnt biten. Lets see here, the little men were green if I remember correct and they first took me to the road to fix one of their spaceships, it was surprisingly a simple machine and I had help from one angel or fallen angel named Secundus, he placed something in my eye that looked akin to a large golden picture with interlocking gears and cogs, which I used to repair their ship and lightly place it on the road again, later on I did the same with a larger ship about the size of a small car, it was in the grass and I accidently broke it setting it down, they werent pleased but did nothing to me. Then this all went south, walking back into my yard they placed or tried to place something into my chest, a pump of sorts, to pump air into my heart. I declined and walked back closer to my house. This is when a few of the little men/demons on tiny motorcycles rode up and attached a black spindly string to my finger, first I was told it was attached to jesus's soul and a demon was carrying it off, and was prompted to reel it in like a damn fish. They then told me it was my mothers soul, or my familys souls. Im pretty sure I lost my wit then and the string broke or something. I turned and briskly walked back towards the house stepping all over these little men the entire time, they didnt cry out or anything just kept saying careful your stepping on us, polite they were. Needless to say they were in the house also, as was Magnus. This deal I made with Magnus was " A heart for a heart, a soul for a soul, an eye for an eye". And he attempted to remove my soul that night, he might have succeeded actually because by morning I was pale white and the cops were called along with an ambulance. I went to the hospital and was admitted to a psych ward for a week lol. Ive been told you cant live without a soul for long, or that you will be cold and restless the rest of your life, who knows. It still kills me trying to remember who I summoned first and how it all happened, like from the first demon or angel that started all of this in my life. Its been really rough on my family and friends also, no one believes me, eh just another happening. Ill post some more later.
 
My wife once caught me using the flat side of a large kitchen knife to spank a shadow person who I caught climbing in through the window after consuming a whole gram of 4,4-DMAR in like 8 hours. That was before the voices began. Hearing voices has been far more disturbing and destructive to me than seeing "shadow people" ever was. Now I never "see" things, but I also rarely ever take stimulants that don't produce a roll. I've experienced psychosis while on drugs that produce a roll type effect but it was never anxiety or panic inducing the way it was on more traditional stimulants. Instead of being afraid of shadow people I'd be more likely to try and spank them.

I stopped being afraid of this shit years ago, though. Invisible people can only do so much damage. Nothing but lies and rumors anyway.
 
Not a crazy story, but when I was moving out of my roommates place aroud 2015, had been doing a lot of xans and Dexedrine all that week and decided to throw a big party and buy drugs for “everyone” … mostly me of course Ended up being me consuming them…) after a couple (4-5) more Addie’s some
Coke mushrooms and some
MDMA not to Mention lots
Of alcohol and weed I started feeling omnipotent like I could see and hear everyone’s conversation in every room and how they were planning to trap me in a basement forever (lol) I confronted my roommate about it but he wouldn’t talk to me just gave me this Cheshire Cat smile so I ran to other side of the house to talk to some
Friends smoking outside. I could see him
Peeking through the windows with that same
Evil grin- still haunts me. Everyone was trying to calm me down but everyone trying to keep
Me from
Doing something stupid I thought was a death threat and they were all in to it trying to hold me down so he could kill me. Suddenly had the *completely rational thought that my room mate had been raping my girlfriend all night- she wasn’t even there. So I attacked him with all the inebriated strength I could muster (this guy was my best friend since high school). Ended up running down the street screaming for help where luckily someone called my then girl to pick me up. She took
Me home and I hallucinated all night crying saying I was going to die. Took almost 2 months to recover completely - they next day I booked a flight to LA to stay with my parents and been here ever since. That plane ride was unpleasant though to say the least and I’ve never seen or
been able to talk to any of those people again even the ex. It’s scary how our reality we experience is so fragile when influenced by the chemicals in my mind. Anyways that’s my bit. Stay in control folks - it’s much more fun.
 
I exepierence something lately even I use speed for a while that seems like psychotic tendencies...

I get in a very detached state of mind and I AM very unaware of anything going on.

I switch to automatic pilot and lose all control about the things Im saying, I get extremely chatty, I Just cant shut up and I start to tell non stop Lies while I usually in general practically never lie...

I start telling these very elaborate, complex stories and into great detail, I dont need to think about what In saying and the words Just come out of my mouth while I actually dont want to say the stuff Im saying and I really wonder how my mind creates these stories without me having anything to do with it on a consious level...

I also make very repetitive and quite obsessive gestures, mostly with my hands...
 
Antiprosynthesis said:
I exepierence something lately even I use speed for a while that seems like psychotic tendencies...

I get in a very detached state of mind and I AM very unaware of anything going on.

I switch to automatic pilot and lose all control about the things Im saying, I get extremely chatty, I Just cant shut up and I start to tell non stop Lies while I usually in general practically never lie...

I start telling these very elaborate, complex stories and into great detail, I dont need to think about what In saying and the words Just come out of my mouth while I actually dont want to say the stuff Im saying and I really wonder how my mind creates these stories without me having anything to do with it on a consious level...

I also make very repetitive and quite obsessive gestures, mostly with my hands...
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What you are describing sounds like mania to me. Coke and amphetamines are really good at turning regular people manic.
 
Antiprosynthesis said:
Could you maybe try to explain to me what Mania is?
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From what I understand mania is characterized by loud and/or fast speech, exaggerated body language (especially with the hands), staying awake for long periods, a stereotyped gait (how a person walks), and generally appearing to be hyped up.

I would Google it for an exact definition.
 
simstim said:
From what I understand mania is characterized by loud and/or fast speech, exaggerated body language (especially with the hands), staying awake for long periods, a stereotyped gait (how a person walks), and generally appearing to be hyped up.

I would Google it for an exact definition.
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Thx a lot, but how would this lying come to be? Its not like me to tell Lies and I AM constantly very surprised about what I say cause I simply dont know what Will come out of my mouth next and I have no control over IT and IT are very extensive, complex and highly detailed quite extreme stories that I tell...

Also, whats up with the detached state of mind Im exepierencing and the lack of awareness?
 
none of mine are that crazy. but i know several people who have phoned 999 (UK 911) to report the CIA/Russian Mafia/whatever abseiling down their house or some shit.

most important thing i found out was that my fight or flight response is definitely 'flight' because i used to constantly imagine people threatening to murder me in the street, i'd leg it as fast as i could. but i think that's how crackheads end up accidentally killing old ladies and stuff, they fight rather than fly.

i was extremely lucky in that my psychosis never got into my house, the malevolence and evil somehow ended at my front door. i assume if i'd been in that way longer or added a few extra nights without sleep i would have got there but am glad i didn't cos its bad enough being petrified of everything outside your house.
 
My 2nd of 2 times ever trying meth, I was shooting it and started psychosis about 12 hours later.

Thought a swat team was outside (i saw them in a full blown hallucination amd was watching them for hours) and flushed about $500 of heroin, meth, and some 2cb
 
I wirelessly hijacked the physical reality my mind occupied. Or something, IDK. That same time I was going weeks on the street without food or water. Blacking out and shit.
 
I often feel like im getting psychosis from stims when i start to feel severe effects of sleep deprivation, like drifting in and out of consious, having no memory anymore, being very confused and not being able anymore to figure out even the most basic and simple stuff, also impaired motor skills, Mania, tweaking, very little awareness, almost no control over what i say, Both visual and audotory hallucinations like hearing non stop pounding music,... But i guess these are not really psychotic things?

I once had a coke psychosis, i had earlyer that Day ripped of a dealer for a large amount of coke using fake money, and hè left me a voicemail saying hè was going to kill me and my mom in brutal ways, i was in my car doing way too much and way too high doses of very strong coke, IT was already night and i was tweaking on my laptop, i was parked on the parking of a gas station by the highway Just outside of the city, suddenly i became aware that i already heard for quite some time severe noizes and i looked out the window...

I Saw several of exactly the same White, fat cars surrounding my car and i immediately thought this was this dealer and compact to come and kill me; i paniced and was planning to put the car in reverse - As IT was impossible to go forward - and to give full gass but at the last moment i changed my mind (and im lucky that i did, tho i dont know why i changed mind as i didn't consider the negative outcome that i would have crashed straight into the gas station) and instead i starting blowing my Horn, suddenly a cop was knocking on my window and i later found out this was real, and i explained that ppl tried to kill me but hè figured something was off about me cause hè simply said i should drive home, so i did, from the moment the cop stood at my window the cars were gone, but nothing seemed not logical to me...

When only a few moments on the high way i Saw the same cars again in front of me not moving blocking the road, so i stopped and started racing in reverse over the highway, but a police combi came and we Both stopped and again suddenly those cars were gone and again explained everything to a cop, hè heard via his Walkie talkie that i already told this to the other cop and this cop seemed to believe me as hè said i should drive on while hè rushes.out in front of me, i also later found out this cop was also real...

I started driving again and figured i was a sitting Duck on the highway so i took the first exit, when leaving the exit the cars appeared behind me and this started a long time of me racing at insane Speed over small roads while i had turned of my headlights, until i stumbled upon a police station, i stopped and went inside and that was the end of the psychosis, of which IT took me a while to realize IT actually was a psychosis...

I find this to be pretty extreme, i could easily have gotten seriously Hurt OR could have been killed And i could Just as easily have done this to other ppl...
 
Antiprosynthesis said:
I often feel like im getting psychosis from stims when i start to feel severe effects of sleep deprivation, like drifting in and out of consious, having no memory anymore, being very confused and not being able anymore to figure out even the most basic and simple stuff, also impaired motor skills, Mania, tweaking, very little awareness, almost no control over what i say, Both visual and audotory hallucinations like hearing non stop pounding music,... But i guess these are not really psychotic things?

I once had a coke psychosis, i had earlyer that Day ripped of a dealer for a large amount of coke using fake money, and hè left me a voicemail saying hè was going to kill me and my mom in brutal ways, i was in my car doing way too much and way too high doses of very strong coke, IT was already night and i was tweaking on my laptop, i was parked on the parking of a gas station by the highway Just outside of the city, suddenly i became aware that i already heard for quite some time severe noizes and i looked out the window...

I Saw several of exactly the same White, fat cars surrounding my car and i immediately thought this was this dealer and compact to come and kill me; i paniced and was planning to put the car in reverse - As IT was impossible to go forward - and to give full gass but at the last moment i changed my mind (and im lucky that i did, tho i dont know why i changed mind as i didn't consider the negative outcome that i would have crashed straight into the gas station) and instead i starting blowing my Horn, suddenly a cop was knocking on my window and i later found out this was real, and i explained that ppl tried to kill me but hè figured something was off about me cause hè simply said i should drive home, so i did, from the moment the cop stood at my window the cars were gone, but nothing seemed not logical to me...

When only a few moments on the high way i Saw the same cars again in front of me not moving blocking the road, so i stopped and started racing in reverse over the highway, but a police combi came and we Both stopped and again suddenly those cars were gone and again explained everything to a cop, hè heard via his Walkie talkie that i already told this to the other cop and this cop seemed to believe me as hè said i should drive on while hè rushes.out in front of me, i also later found out this cop was also real...

I started driving again and figured i was a sitting Duck on the highway so i took the first exit, when leaving the exit the cars appeared behind me and this started a long time of me racing at insane Speed over small roads while i had turned of my headlights, until i stumbled upon a police station, i stopped and went inside and that was the end of the psychosis, of which IT took me a while to realize IT actually was a psychosis...

I find this to be pretty extreme, i could easily have gotten seriously Hurt OR could have been killed And i could Just as easily have done this to other ppl...
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Given what you said about lying while high and being high and posting on Bluelight… How do we know that any of your posts aren’t anything but bullshit? Curious minds want to know.
 
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