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Worst things to happen in real life while you were tripping?

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Not sure if this topic has been discussed before, but what are some of the worst things to happen to you in real life whilst you were tripping? I'm talking things like you're out at a club tripping and some guy starts flipping out and trying to beat you up or you get caught in the middle of a hostage situation or something.

One of the worst for me was I was at this big outdoor rave type thing, which was populated mainly by bogan ravers, wogs and local hicks. Anyway, we only ended up there because we thought it was more of a psy bush doof but it was nothing like that at all.. we still somehow ended up next to some group of hippie who had liquid so took a few drops each. All through the night big groups of bogans were doing burnouts through the campsite, and at one point a big brawl broke out right next to our camp and the police, who were hanging around anyway, had to come in and break it up. All of this happening while tripping balls was not pleasant, I think me and my mate ran off and hid in the bush in the darkness for a little while.

What about you guys?
 
The first time I was tripping I watched some drunk people knock down doors and attack eachother with beer bottles. I remember not really caring much.
 
Hmm... having a cop car screech to a halt right in front of me and two cops jump out, while I was about 2 hours into a strong 2C-E trip and carrying $1000 worth of drugs in a duffel bag.

Turned out they were headed into the Burger King next door, but man, that was a tough one.
 
Mine was probably one night when I was intending to go to a certain club in Newcastle with my ex and we both downed the liquid from boiling 100 liberty caps each on the bus going to Newcastle. They were just starting to kick in when we got off the bus, then discovered 5 minutes later that the venue had been booked for a uni freshers night.

So we thought, try and make the best of it and went into one of the pubs that we would normally meet friends in. As we walk through the door, we suddenly find the place is full of very drunk & belligerent Newcastle United fans as they'd just lost again (for a change! =D). Standing at the bar, all I could hear were lots of voices chanting,"they're gonna get their fuckin' heads kicked in" - it wasn't directed at us, but at some rival fans who'd just walked past the window.

That was it! I just fell apart at the seams and went into this hour long personal hell of fear & anxiety. I don't know how we got home, but I do remember finding that we were back at 9pm on a Sat night (and for once I was anything but disappointed at being home so early :D )
 
Dropped 2 hits of good acid and about pfft 60 mushrooms, a few hours later found ourselves surrounded by about 30 club weilding locals :! :X at the Magic mushroom festival. I was bemused, no fear just perplexed in a disinterested sort of way. I think that might have done the trick as they eventually melted away into the darkness. Wales 79 (CE);) :D

Getting arrested the following year at Stonehenge festival after 2 decent blotters (again) & locked up for the "best" six hours of the trip as a "lets teach this aggressive cunt a lesson" I try to learn in such circumstances. Was still bearable tho, introspection about randomness not connected with being locked up was the way to go & I took it. ;)
 
at a festival i had taken 4 hits of some beautiful acid and a friend has the most intense seizure i have ever seen... only time ive ever thought someone was going to die in front of me and Im tripping... great. The worst feeling was realizing that I could do nothing to help, I was tripping to hard to help.

He turned out to be ok, did bite the fuck out of his tongue durring the seizure however. EEKKK... The rest of the trip was beautiful despite the most scary moment of my life.
 
I got robbed at knifepoint at a festival tripping on I think 8 hits of LSD. To the point where I was catching visuals off this guy's knife. To add to it, I went up there alone, so I had no one to help me out, ground me, whatever, so I spent the next couple days in a terrifying, emotionally empty, negative headspace. Not fun.
 
Timed writing in english class. that shit sucks. it might not have been so bad if I was JUST tripping but i was also stoned so i was straight-up retarded.
 
Tripping on DOC and acid while withdrawaling from opiates then having the DEA knock on your door. Then going to jail following that for about 3 days without any sign of the trip bein over. Not fun at all.
 
It was this past July at my first music festival ever, in the mountains of West Virginia. As my friends and I (including karma1485) get settled in the concert area on the 2nd day, I begin to enter my (also first) LSD trip ever (2 rainbow gels + 1 about an hour after ingestion). Just as Yonder Mountain String Band and the doses take effect, an aquaintance from our campsite has the most horrific looking seizure i have ever witnessed (also first time for that). He screams, falls in slow motion to the ground and looks as if his entire body is being choked and shook, eyes/veins bugged out, face turns purple (not visuals). I thought I was watching him die, and yet felt as if I was dieing with him if that makes any sense. Every second that passed while i was watching this unfold, A) seemed like an eternity in my own horror movie and B) intensified my trip greatly. I had to get a grip, so I stood up, but the headrush i got convinced me that i was dehydrated/overdosing. Everything then turned bright-white with liquid-like stencil drawings outlining objects and no sense of who or where i was (lasted like 30 seconds the most). After what seemed like a lifetime (15-20 minute ordeal) the only thing that frightened me was the thought of getting flashbacks of the incident. Thankfully after the shock subsided i was well on my way to one of the best trips of my life, but Ill save that story for another thread... Later that night i ran into him and gave him the biggest hug ever even though it all felt like a dream. As many of you are probably wondering, it turns out he actually wasn't on anything when it occured (we thought it was bad molly or too much K), but apparantly he was sober. The only reason I'm not as sympathetic as I initially was, is because the following day he took on a psychedelic cocktail including doses, 2-cb, and either MDMA or shrooms. All is well now, only when discussing the incident the days following did i get shakey and anxious.....EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED
 
first time i'd taken a recreational dose of dxm it was goin great, until me and my friend went over to this chick's house. this other chick who i'd been foolin around with for a while now was over there stayin the night (i was really fallin for this girl) and she gave me my ring back. you know what the means. needless to say i was heartbroken and quickly left the house to punch things before she could see the tears in my eyes.
like the 3rd or 4th or 5th or somethin time i did CCCs i had a seizure.
the first time we gave my friend mushrooms was crazy. it was me and 2 friends, me & jesse have done shrooms before, aaron hadn't (he has a schizophrenic-like disorder and was rather fearful to try mushrooms before, but he was feelin brave)
so the trip's goin juuuuust dandy, we're watchin zoolander (omfg, best movie to see on shrooms ever).
i had taken the most rooms, jesse had taken the least but he was drinkin lots of red stripe (this is almost always how i picture him, a drunken little leprechaun, lol)
neway, over time i feel like i'm coming down, but aaron seems to be getting more and more fucked up. everything he says is gibberish, he repeatedly slides out of the recliner and just sits on the floor. it's rather hilarious for a while, but then his mom calls.
now, aaron has one of those motorola walkie talkie phones so his mother's voice cuts through the room, hella loud, she sounds pissed, she's trying to get him to tell her what he's doing what's going on why aren't you answering me.
and aaron is just laughing his ass off, can't figure out how to get it to work, didn't wanna tell her he's on shrooms cuz he's schizo. eventually he did tell her and she just said fuck you and hung up.
after that aaron just folded up into "pizza box mode" where he just lays his body on his knees and stopped talking, essentially he was gone, unresponsive, and i was thinkin, shit, we turned him into a vegetable. aaron's broken and it's all our fault.
eventually he came to again, was like how long was i out? everything was cool again.

i don't remember at what point these things happened but they're hilarious. aaron had gotten up to go to the bathroom. i hear a loud thud and i go to see what's up (the light's still off) so i flick it on and there's aaron leanin against the wall all wide-eyed, pupils dilated, then he just turns and takes his piss in the toilet with me right there.
then he just sits down on the floor with his head over the toilet. i start tellin him he can't sit there, what if someone comes out, but he wont' say anything, won't move. so i'm like "am i gonna have to pick your ass up?"
still no response
so i grab him under his arms and pick him up and it's almost as if he was thrown back into reality he jumped up and suddenly looked almost there. i ushered him back into the room where he folded into pizza box mode for a few hours.
also during the night (this part was fuckin hilarious) i was really tryin to get stoned and i kept asking aaron where his pipe's at.
he said
"Travis knows..." (that's me)
i'm laughin my fuckin ass off, "no, he doesn't, travis is asking you!"
i never did find his pipe, apparently it was somewhere around where my little brother was passed out. i ended up using my (broken) pipe, used a piece of one of those little glass droppers as the mouthpiece.
when we stuck it in aaron's mouth to hit it he kinda, like, ate it almost, lol, heard him mumble somethin about "chewin on broken glass???"
 
I once got into a serious fight with my girlfriend while on a medium-high dose od LSD. I was at the point where it was hard to form words. Now, i turn my cell phone off when i trip and stay in my own bubble with myself and other trippers i am with.
 
FreedomOfTheMind said:
I once got into a serious fight with my girlfriend while on a medium-high dose od LSD. I was at the point where it was hard to form words. Now, i turn my cell phone off when i trip and stay in my own bubble with myself and other trippers i am with.
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definitely a good idea. aaron's down to take mushies again sometime but we're definitely going to prevent any outside interference.
 
Had to admit to my ma I was tripin on Shrroms for the fist time alone at my house after a BADDD trip causing me to get into massive trouble.
 
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