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The psychedelic drug horror story and myths thread

My personal horror story occurred the first time I used acid. Three friends and I dosed up with an unknown amount of liquid that some tripping guy had put on crackers for us. I've never tripped as hard since that night and beyond just the normal weirdness and insanity towards the tail end of the trip I heard this weird grunting coming from the reeds by the lake we were camped next to. It was my friend standing out in the water wearing just his pants, shaking uncontrollably, making these weird grunting noises. I walked out there to try to get him out and he wouldn't move. I'm about 4 inches taller and about 100 lbs. heavier so I tried to pick him up and he just looked at me with his eyes rolling back into his head and grabbed my shoulders like we were about to start wrestling and I couldn't move him. I went and got a jacket and brought it back out to him (walking through water this entire time mind you and it's like 50 degrees). I go back to my tent tell other people around what's going on and smoke a bowl and pass out. I wake up about 4 hours later to hear him shouting, "Glorious! Glorious!" Meanwhile, unbeknowst to me, another one of my tripping partners was going into insulin shock and passed out in his tent. Luckily a non-tripping, just drunk, friend knew what to do and gave him a shot of insulin into his leg and literally saved his life. So in one night I had a friend nearly die from insulin shock and another show the first signs of what became severe and heartbreaking schizophrenia. You'd think I would've stopped tripping but I tripped thousands of times after that. One or two trips after that I saw my girlfriend of three years making out with my best friend. That would've fucked me up while not on acid, but yeah... psychedelics and party situations are generally not fun if you're self-aware in the slightest. I've seen fights, had to hold down a tripping asshole because he punched a girl in the face, saw someone have a heart-attack, talked to cops on acid, driven insane distances, driven in insane places like downtown Chicago on Halloween night. I took two trips on the LSD that night... heh heh... road jokes. Played music at bars, music festivals, and more than once at a strip club while tripping balls.

Swilow... the brain is compartmentalized so that if certain modules aren't talking to another module things like that can happen. People that've had strokes or brain damage often exhibit weird traits like the one you described. I don't know how that plays into meth/mescaline use.

"Move your right hand."
"Okay." Right hand moves.
"Now look at your right hand." Patient looks at his right hand.
"That isn't my hand."

Peace,
PL
 
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I wonder sometimes why inteligent people like you do stupid things like meth on mescaline or getting addicted to bezno.I am stupid,but I would never ever do that.

^Because smart people don't necessarily make smart decisions. In fact, with the pain that being smart and perceptive brings, often comes attempts to deal with that pain through unhealthy means.
 
Not really a horror story, but i went on vacation to an un named city/town and right after i checked into the hotel i took the bus to another unmentioned park. I procured some particularly good acid and proceeded to eat it, and upon coming up i decided i wanted to smoke so i spent the rest of my money on weed, smoked a bunch of it, then watched as the sun went down, the fog rolled in, and the temperature dropped. It got really cold out so i decided to head back to the hotel, until i realized i was in an unfamiliar city far away from my hotel with no money for a taxi, let alone the bus if i even knew how to use their bus system yet. (When i took the bus the first time i ended up hopping on the bus in the back without paying and never did, i don't really know why. but i was to paranoid to do this while tripping, and i didn't know which bus i needed to take back anyway) so i decided to walk, and luckily had a map, even though i could hardly make out the tiny writing while it was flickering and jumping around. I figured it out, and 4 hours later at around midnight i made it back to the hotel, but not after walking around a 4 block radius for half an hour looking for the hotel because i couldn't tell which street it was on, and i didn't remember how i got from the hotel to the bus because i habitually smoke pot and i had taken xanax earlier that day for the plane ride. I was never freaked out or anything, i knew i would find the hotel eventually so its not really a horror story, but if i had dosed up a bit more it could have been i just got lucky.
 
Smoking salvia was a total nightmare for me. This girl I was seeing at the time invited me to try it with her, so i obliged and we ended up at my friends house to do it. I packed a bowl of primo tree and took a large pinch of salvia extract and placed it on top, and proceeded to snap the bowl through a big bong in one hit. Thirty seconds later, i was locked to the chair i was sitting in. I had a sudden realization that i didnt know who i was, where i was, or what existing in general was. All i felt was overwhelming fear and the desire to scream to my friends, but i couldn't get a word out. Meanwhile, my surroundings blended into one; they became a fused, single existence. The picture frame belonged to the wall, which belonged to the carpet, I belonged to the chair, the people sitting on the couches in front of me, etc. Then some kind of strange visual pattern emerged - imagine thousands of crisscrossing ladders with "people" scurrying up and down them. I kept trying to yell, and managed to say "I...what....salvia???"

My friends responded: "yes! yes, you're on salvia, you're ok, it's almost over." I came back to reality abruptly, although i felt unbelievably anxious. I got up and mumbled about peeing, ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Patterns were crawling over the walls, and I tried to take a piss, but realized i didnt need to. I went and sat down next to my friends and felt uncomfortable for the rest of the night. I actually took a 2 month long break from doing any drugs besides alcohol and tobacco because of how much my experience shook me. Turned me off from psychedelics completely, and I feel that it contributed to some depersonalization that i experience somewhat frequently.

/end marathon post
 
I probably do have a few horror stories if I think about it but I'm currently not thinking about it so have none...

What I do have though is a legendary acid myth which is actually true... or at least has a kernel of truth. In the late 60s my uncle jumped out of a window and died whilst on acid - whether he actually believed he could fly or not nobody will ever know, but he was on acid, he jumped out of a window, he died: it happened to at least one person :\
 
I wonder sometimes why inteligent people like you do stupid things like meth on mescaline or getting addicted to bezno.I am stupid,but I would never ever do that.

He changed his mind... if he dont want to share that story I will forget it then.

I have no clue, but "intelligence" doesn't mean that one isn't vulnerable to pain. I was put on benzo's for PTSD and mega-anxiety- addiction was never a question, I 'needed' the drugs to stop my thoughts, I cared not for getting addicted. Shit excuse but sadly true....As to meth and mescaline; well- that was stupid, but actually rather low on the list of stupid things I've done :|
 
this wasnt me but i read this story on a nexopia drug forum

ne ways these to buddys decide to drop mushrooms together things start to get hectic and the other guy freaks out they both loose eachother and the guy that freaked out is wondering around a forest mushed out of his mind. an hour or so later he calls his buddy and hes like holy fuck bro a troll is following me around this forest he wont leave me alone. his buddy reassures him hes just having a bad trip and its an imagination he says just to go home ancd get some sleep. hes like what ever bro ill try and ditch this troll and headr home.


anyways several hours later he calls his buddy and hes like dude i caught the troll hes in my closet with a bowl of milk i told you so i told you so. so he gets to the guys house looks in a closet. it turns out that the so called troll was just a boy with down syndrome. he got lost in a forest and was missing for a few days. he was lost and decided to follow the guy home. lol so the guy essentially inadvertainly became a hero adn got a medal and everything
 
Haha that's awesome and kind of disturbing at the same time.

Worst story I have (not that bad in comparison) was on a bunch of 2c-i, me and my girl were having a great old time, then she said i grew a third eye on my forehead that was huge and disgusting and pussy (as in pus, the white stuff) which totally freaked her out and she wouldn't go near me, which kinda sucked but we got over it :D Cool story Hansel!
 
I probably do have a few horror stories if I think about it but I'm currently not thinking about it so have none...

What I do have though is a legendary acid myth which is actually true... or at least has a kernel of truth. In the late 60s my uncle jumped out of a window and died whilst on acid - whether he actually believed he could fly or not nobody will ever know, but he was on acid, he jumped out of a window, he died: it happened to at least one person :\

Knives are sharp,
Fire is hot,
and no, you can not fly.
 
Good advice man. :D

I've dealt with other people freaking out while I was balls deep on LSD, but I've never really had a truly terrible experience. Thank goodness.
 
I wonder sometimes why inteligent people like you do stupid things like meth on mescaline or getting addicted to bezno.I am stupid,but I would never ever do that.

He changed his mind... if he dont want to share that story I will forget it then.

We learn through experience.

The many people i've met and friends i have who've had addictions to different drugs are some of the most intelligent people i know, they've seen the world and themselves at there worst.
 
I get pretty paranoid on psychs, and being a lightweight (physically) with a mental issue or two, I never have to dose much on anything, so I try to take it easy.

Only bad time was about 5 years ago (in Uni) I had the best shrooms of my life (not to brag, I'm not a big fan, I love my 'cid).
Was having a tremendous trip, and my #1 stoner buddy invited me to go burn one in the woods with his homie who I think I'd met once.
Didn't realize @ the time that the kid was completely crazy. We hopped in the back of his (already slightly wrecked) Tacoma, unsecured, and rode off campus onto a dirt forest road, where he proceeded to drift corners @ 50 mph.
Was even worse on the way back, as the herb brought my trip back in full effect, and he didn't slow down on the asphalt. Really felt like I was gonna tumble over the tailgate and split my head on the pavement, not cool.
When we got back he found amusement in throwing rocks at a hapless skunk.

Dude later got busted for a burglary + some other sh*t.
I can't say I've ever given thought to Karma but I'm starting to see it in action occasionally.

I thought I might lose it when I decided to eat a hit on my way to the bus/rail/airport in Spring .. Hadn't flown in 6 years so I woulda been paranoid even sober .. But other than the tedium of waiting, the nervousness of baggage check/the TSA, only the super-trippy purple/green diamond-pattern carpet in the seemingly endless walk to the gates f**ked with me :D
And the view through the clouds, banking over Portland on takeoff .. Nothing could ever come close again.
 
"Religion is for those who are afraid to go to hell. Spirituality is for those who have already been there."
 
Okay I have a story of my own BAD trip.

Okay So back in..june. Southpark tabs were around. Decided to get some. Had some friends over and we dropped. I only have 1-2 when I trip. Decided 4 this time...

So 2 of my mates left. me and my partner at the time were tripping. So I hit cartoon land and decided to smoke a 7gram blunt. (At this point i'll say I have anxiety) So i smoked it all...Tripping MEGA hard.

We proceed to the couch to chill and watch The Nanny on TV-1 on foxtel. We sit there....I start to fade away from my body. At one point shit went upside down, Noises were distorted, Nothing made sence, I faded right out.

At this point I couldn't control my body. I blacked out and came back to reality 2 mins latter. Girlfriend said i laid on the ground crying and freaking out about death. I don't remember this at all.

What was happening in reality was I had a Bad trip, And a panic attack ontop of it. And i was tripping extremly hard...

Five mins felt like 24 hours. I was fading in and out of my body. Walls turned to static, Girlfriend turned into scream(the movie, My worst fear. Watched it when i was 5) And i freaked even more. I had extreme paranoia coming on, Fears of death, Fear of sleeping because i would die. And fear of everything really.

So at the end of this I knew my mind took a battering...I Still look back and think "Fuck, Thank god my partner was there at the time"

But thats my story :) Never let your eyes decide how much you need, Thats my advice. Take a small amount and research.

Hope you enjoyed <3
 
A mix-up involving a vendor in which DOI was sold as 2c-i, resulting in one person going crazy and someone calling an ambulance for him and then attacking the paramedics so the police were called to restrain him.

The other person involved in that mix-up dosed 10mg of their product rectally along with 30mg of 2c-c and was out to lunch for about 48 hours, his mom could tell how absolutely high he was and wouldn't let him leave the house because,

Two months prior the same young man had been recklessly snorting 4-HO-DiPT at his university and ended up sitting in the middle of an intersection of a large city at 9PM at night, thinking that he could telepathically communicate with advertising billboards. The cops came and picked him up then and took him to the hospital, during which he accused the cops of trying to have sex with him.

A mixup involving me where I intended to consume 3mg of DOB but instead dosed around the range of 6-8mg, leading me to become completely incoherent for about 10 hours, and then very ill with severe vasoconstriction and sleep deprivation (I dosed at 12AM for some stupid reason) for the next 30 hours, after that going to work which was also not a lot of fun.

Another friend eating 8 grams of mushrooms and knocking door to door in Detroit at 2AM and informing residents that they were actually living in the dream world and that none of this was real (the cops later picked him up, too).

Another friend, perfectly mentally stable beforehand, taking LSD and DMT in California and then ran naked through San Francisco about 24 hours later. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia and still has it to this day as far as I'm aware.

The list goes on...
 
One that is commonly told in "dont do drugs" speeches by the police in my area is of the woman who ripped her own teeth out with plyers whilst tripping balls on LSD, and thought they were beetles that she needed to remove...seriously doubt if it's true, though, definately urban legend material
 
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