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

SoulRide28 said:
It was this past July at my first music festival ever..
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i was there also, and had a similar experience with my first LSD trip as well, watching someone get pulled behind golf cart in a stretcher past our tent.. got weird/cold shivers all up and down my back:\
 
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I was tripping really hard on these really good blotters
and this kid calls me wanting to fight me, I had a bad trip after that.
 
Being awake for like 3 days on ice, dropping a heap of pills and then a hit of acid. Like 3 hours later I got robbed a knifepoint for 2000 dollars my phone and my scales. It wasn't really fun. :(
 
being in the middle of the woods tripping WAY harder than expected on L (first hits from a sheet that no one had tested that i knew) and hearing cop sirens, and people constantly walking/talking right by you with dogs barking at other dogs.

that drove me nuts and basically killed what would have been a beautiful day and a beautiful trip, luckily 25mg of librium just took the irritated/angry edge and i was able to smoke a few joints and bring back the visuals somewhat and trip for another 5 hours. but man, silence is gold. and one would think being at the top of a fucking mountain you'd get away from it all so to speak, but no.


also having cell phone ring on shrooms / acid and seeing its a parent calling and answering it trying to talk normal and listen to bullshit about regular everyday crap, totally kills my buzz which in turn makes me start getting upset/depressed.
 
Haha, never really had any bad tripping experiences. Something a bit fucked up, I was tripping mushrooms with a friend at his house, his parents called and were supposed to be out all day, but said they were like 5 minutes away from the house. So we were clearly tripping balls, and could not be there, so we just ran out. Good times. The walk after that was pretty fucked too, saw a guy kick his dog, people walking around with these like flu masks, and just a lot of weird, ugly shit.
 
yeah i came home from a club early one morning still tripping balls, hoping desperately my parents were still in bed so i could just go and ride out the trip in my room. but when i got home my mum was up and i had to somehow talk to her and try and form coherent sentences while just wanting to get out of there. the rest of the trip was just as bad because i was just sitting on my bed freaking out that my parents were gonna come in or something like that, bad times. now whenever i'm still tripping hard after a night at a club i just go and hang out in the city and sit by the river or something.
 
Ive had a couple experiences.

One time i ate i think 4 or 5 grams of some pretty potent cubensis. I remember my friend giving me his to eat as well. I remember we were heading over to my buddies. At this point they were in full effect, or just peaking. As we are walking down his street my friend is running around breaking everything he can see, these rocks on the road to show where the curb is, pulling up reflectors, and then finally he rips out this metal rod. I remember him screaming about something and then in fury started waving the rod around. Next thing i know i feel an object come into contact with my face. I say that so lighly cause i couldn't feel my mouth and thats where i got hit.

I remember freaking out about knowing i just got hit with a metal pole but not being in any pain, but i had some lorazepam in me and i managed to just keep on walking.

Lets fastword, so basically I accidentally eat a bunch more benzos cause they fall in my drink. And in my super relaxed state accompanied by weird morphing and trails and auras my friend talks me into going home, mind you it is 3am to go get something.

I guess i didnt remember that my mom was home and i said i wouldnt be coming home. But yeah i remember running into her, or no waking her up, she thinks im a robber, freaks out. Then she realizes its me and i cant talk, freaks out some more. I remember a lot of yelling and thats a bout it. That night was very very odd. This happened like 3 or 4 years ago and the benzos made sure i didn't remember to well.

Another time i remember i was just peaking and wanted to smoke some weed to ease it on a little less intensely. So i go for my weed and its not there. I'm thinking what the fuck and i see tinfoil on the ground and realize the dog has eaten my weed. I started to freak out bad even though i knew that truly the dog would be fine.

Another time at a friends house we have been tripping for like 3 hours and someone asks where the dog is. We call it with no dog coming a running over. So we look outside and the gate is open. The dog had escaped and run to a nearby street with heavy traffic. My friend was running to grab the dog with all these people watching us, ughh man that was shitty.
 
I freaked out in a park once on L, somebody called the cops, and then I was arrested. I'm told that a taser was involved, but don't honestly remember that part. I woke up eight hours later in a hospital...

That left me in a dark place for a while afterward. :\
 
For me the worst thing to happen was my mum rocking up in the midst of my peak on 50 grams raw P. Sub Mushrooms. Having my mum see my in such state traumatized me so much that I thought I was going to die, and called an ambulance on myself, ending up in an emergency ward. I was very young then, teehee. around 17. It was a rather unpleasant experience in my family. These days I am aware of the fact that all i had to do is embrace the process of dying, instead of fearing it so much.

A few of my friends who went to a psy party in NSW witnessed someone drop from the sky unto the roof of a car, and bounce off, dying on impact. The guy was sky diving with party being his landing destination. His parachute didn't open. My Friends were on a bunch acid or mescaline, can't remember, but it was quiet an impact on their experience.
 
dr-ripple said:
not the best but the best shortest to come to mind. Took some acid watched cuttle fish documentary for about four hours. . . Life is never the same. . . .
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OK, you HAVE to elaborate on this one...
 
I was at a festival. I had arrived before most of my friends as they were coming around evening time. One of my life-long friends, Kevin, was going to be there and we hadn't seen each other in months. First festie of the season; I was very excited. I got everything set-up, ate a little, went saw some music, and as it started to get dark I dosed. At the time I used psychedelics as a challenge to myself as well as for the good reasons. But I would eat a lot of whatever I had. I ate 2 hits, felt impulsive and ate another 2 1/2. Within 25 minutes the visuals had started. I was hit with some vertigo, forehead pressure, and my LSD perma-grin was in full effect. I knew this was going to be the start of a crazy night. Another hour and a half in and my legs were shaking, my body was trembling and I was breathing heavy, sweating like a fat man at a pie eating contest in Louisiana, and the music was growing too intense. I was going to go sit in the back under the trees and you enjoy myself in the back with less assualt on the senses. Then it happens. I see my lifelong best friend making out 10 feet in front of me with my ex-fiance. It'd been 5 months but we had lived together for 3 years and dated for longer. I didn't know they talked to each other much less were they were together. I also had invited Kevin and he had made no mention of her coming. I realized at this point that is why we hadn't talked for so long. I'd been "dumped" by my best friend for a girl whom I was still in love with and this was all happening when I was getting rocked hard already by the acid.

The weird thing is I actually saw them the other night at a show and I was going to go talk to him and make amends, but decided not to. But I was on mushrooms and feeling benevolent, no negative feelings at all, but it I feel no need to bury wrongs. I'll never compromise my values for another person, but I will do all I can to help those I care about and love. I guess when that aspect of me is trod on I don't feel like I need to work it out with whomever did the trodding. Time definitely helps.

EDIT: Worst thing sssss. I guess I have another one. Another bad festie experience: right by my camp there was a crazy trip tent set up with fog machines, blacklights, LEDs for writing on the fabric and these circular undulating ribbons, basically every stereotype you can think of. I see a friend hanging out outside of the tent. I walk over and everyone there is just chilling passing around bowls when this guy walks up. His gait is a little unsteady and he looks real nervous. People are real friendly and offer him a bowl, to sit down, normal friendly things to do. He walks into the tent without a word and comes walking back out with pack of cigarettes. He looks at us and mumbles, "These are my cigarettes." Just then this chick darts out and says, "Hey man... I said take one. Can I have those back?" He lunges at her pushes her over and then stands above her. Everyone is starting to get up to help this girl when she pops back up and nails him three times in the jaw. He just looks stunned and then punches her right in the face. Myself and this other big guy tackle him and have to hold him down while he's freaking out. I mean I feel sorry for the motherfucker but we are all tripping balls and this was probably less pleasant for the non-instigators. He's thrashing, other people are trying to duct-tape his hands. My thoughts are racing, a girl is lying on the ground bleeding from the face, this guy is screaming and slobbering all over, there are drugs everywhere, and security is coming into the camp. Security asked this guy what is in his waist pouch (cough cough sheets of acid) and the security guy reaches for it so the dose slanger books it. Overall, it's complete fucking insanity and it went from being peaceful and us just having a great time to violent reality in a minute. Twackers on LSD surrounded by hippies can still cause violence.
 
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Pimp Lazy that shit is harsh man:(. I'm glad you kept cool though and didn't like beat the shit out of your friend, well if thats what you want to call him. I probably would be wrestling with the question of to punch him in the face or not to punch him in the face for an hour or so and after no decision cry and feel like shit.
 
I was at a festival pretty reacently on 3 hits of strong acid, unknown dose of 2c-e and 2 rolls and as me and my friends were walking some old, mean lookin dude walks past us muttering "ice, heroin" and i guess somebody else was like "wheres it at" and he thought that i said it so he comes up to me and looks me in the eye and was like "it's right here" Those drugs are not my game at all so i replied oh that wasn't me man I'm not interested in your ice or heroin. So he starts getting angry and was like "bull fucking shit man i heard you" and i was like nah sorry man I told you I dont want any. so he starts pushing me and was like "you think its fuckin funny to mess with me? You picked the wrong motherfucker to fuck with" And just in the knick of time some dude comes up and whispers in his ear something and i guess it was the guy who actually wanted the drugs, but the guy was still all riled up and was just like "get the fuck away from me'
 
Anyone who spent any time on the Dead tours usually has a few horror stories.

Worst personal experience was at Richmond Coliseum in 1985. The show was over, the crowd was streaming out. I was out in the mezzanine, still tripping balls and something went down. All of a sudden a couple of undercovers and a couple of uniforms started tackling a few people right where I was standing. All Deadheads pretty much look alike, and I got floored by one of the uniforms and the next thing I know I'm being dragged away in cuffs with a busted lip.

They took me to this staging area, where I was searched. Luckily for me I was, one, clean, and two I had identification. After a lot of verbal abuse from them and a lot of me insisting that I had no idea who the other guys were, asking why I was being held and what I was being charged with etc. they either decided I was telling the truth or that they just did not have anything to charge me with (probably the latter) and I was taken to an EMC to be looked at and was allowed to leave, no apologies of course.

Second worst was at a Dead show in Atlanta in 1988. Peaking hard during the second set, a buddy fired up a bowl and he got snatched immediately by an undercover. They busted him for posssession of shrooms and weed. I had to hang for a couple of days until the crew back home could get bond money for him. I bailed him out, drove straight to Hampton VA barely made it for the next show.

Getting busted or being with somebody who gets busted while tripping hard is always pretty brutal, but the kind of cops you would encounter at these shows in downtown major metropolitan areas - definitely the worst.
 
I'd have to say getting evicted. Two hours in I hear a slam on the door, go open the door and there is an eviction notice. Wasn't a fun day after that.

edit: was on a strong hit of L
 
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nothin too bad, saw my friend puke whilst on salvia. i didn't smoke enough to get into full salvia space, i was still grounded with reality with the extremely weird perception/uncomfortable head space.
 
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