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

To spare a story:

Tornado lifts three guys in vehicle off ground briefly, "setting" the vehicle down almost instantaneously.. jarring the occupants, and totally fucking their heads... "WTF?! was it real?". Guys were on 2C-E. 4th of July. Yes, it was real.


Not bad, though.
 
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my worst experience was probably on 32mg of 2c-e... I was convinced that this cycle of life and rebirth was eternal, and there was no way I could break free of it. (at a later trip, I also noticed this.. but it was an exciting and happy thing.. this time.. it wasn't.) I literally plotted for an hour on how I could stop the cycle... or how I just wished I could fucking be a planet... just sit and be... and if shit lived on me.. right on.. if not.. right on.. but I was tired of being a fucking human... and my friend who was on 30mg of 2c-e told me that maybe I should just kill myself and hope for a better incarnation... O_O

or the time I was on 15mg of 2c-e, coming up at a movie theater with friends (1 was sober and was our DD). So I exit to use the restroom and I start to head back to the theater. The floor is trippy enough as it is.. and I realize, I can't find my fucking theater! So I'm pacing across the hall looking intently at all of the headlines outside of the doors looking for my movie.. and the whole time a cop is just standing there. So I'm of course freaking out thinking he's about to wonder what the fuck I'm doing... and I'm afraid of what could possibly happen. Right as he asks me if he can help me with something, I am pulling out my ticket stub and looking at the theater number on it. I tell him no and go to the number. I was watching Grindhouse but the headline had said "The Last Mimsy"

Apparently after midnight, they change the headlines for the next day outside of the theaters... but god was that few minutes looking for my theater hellacious... lol.
 
my worst experience was probably on 32mg of 2c-e... I was convinced that this cycle of life and rebirth was eternal, and there was no way I could break free of it. (at a later trip, I also noticed this.. but it was an exciting and happy thing.. this time.. it wasn't.) I literally plotted for an hour on how I could stop the cycle... or how I just wished I could fucking be a planet... just sit and be... and if shit lived on me.. right on.. if not.. right on.. but I was tired of being a fucking human... and my friend who was on 30mg of 2c-e told me that maybe I should just kill myself and hope for a better incarnation... O_O

or the time I was on 15mg of 2c-e, coming up at a movie theater with friends (1 was sober and was our DD). So I exit to use the restroom and I start to head back to the theater. The floor is trippy enough as it is.. and I realize, I can't find my fucking theater! So I'm pacing across the hall looking intently at all of the headlines outside of the doors looking for my movie.. and the whole time a cop is just standing there. So I'm of course freaking out thinking he's about to wonder what the fuck I'm doing... and I'm afraid of what could possibly happen. Right as he asks me if he can help me with something, I am pulling out my ticket stub and looking at the theater number on it. I tell him no and go to the number. I was watching Grindhouse but the headline had said "The Last Mimsy"

Apparently after midnight, they change the headlines for the next day outside of the theaters... but god was that few minutes looking for my theater hellacious... lol.
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They want to know the worst thing that's happened to you IN REAL LIFE while tripping, what you posted just sounds like bad trips all in your head. Doesn't seem like anything tragic happened.
 
Then I don't really know if this falls into the category or not. Anyway...

This summer I was at 'the biggest indoor dance event of the world', Sensation to work as a volunteer giving people drug information and advice at a stand for 2 hours, then partying my ass off with some friends who were there too.
As soon as my shift was over and I was free I dropped some great acid and went inside. It's an enormous soccer stadium completely filled with people dressed in white. The start was great, I was having amazing visuals from the most spectacular light and music show I've ever seen. But then the DJs got worse and worse and they were completely screwing it up. The commercial organisation sold out and changed the line-up gradually from legendary to mediocre house over the course of 2000-2007. My totally sober friends agreed it was nervewrecking. Unfortunately on some good acid this actually becomes the case. As the music technically and esthetically grew worse, the more I got twitchy and felt like it rewired my brain wrong. Because I became one with the music it seemed to damage me when it got corrupted. I felt nervegrated and totally fucked up, having cramps spanned over my whole body. Eventually I had to get out of there, I felt relieved to get away from the music, but there was no train to bring me home. I got lost on the terrain of the stadium, my body and mind broken. Then went to the train station anyway to sit on a bench to meditate. Somehow meditating repaired me spiritually physically and mentally, although I was still pretty tired. I walked to the next train station, and about 10 minutes after I got there my friends catched up with me. By this time I had put myself together again, over the course of many hours! man was that ever horrifying. The 2003 edition was my first, this was definitely my last.
 
dude! i got one. i was at my gf's. was still living with my father, and we were trying to sell my car at the time. often having people coming to look at it and make offers. ok, so now that that's out of the way...... i went to my gf's, we each dropped 20mg of 2c-e. my first experience with the substance. it came in strong and fast, you know when your waiting for it to come on and all of a sudden, WHAM!!! like a fuckin train. dxm hits me the same way. anyway literally seconds after this moment of whoooaaa, her grandmother yelled out for me from the other room.(only me and my gf were to be aware we'd ingested such things. trouble would brew . you know. ) it was my father, the conversation was short, he just told me that someone was coming to see the car, and i have to hurry home, with the car. all i could think to do in this sudden panic was to answer with a stunned ok, and hang up. my gf was probably more freaked out about the drive than me, cause she wouldn't be going with me. so ok, i'm traveling in this lane at 50mph with all these other people driving near me, congested around my area. so it's no use looking at the speedometer, and the road looks like an asphalt ocean current.
imagine that, no one driving around me had a clue as to what was bubbling it my brain.8o. everything worked out ok. a son and father came to look at the car, the son was a whiney spoiled little bitch. i remember wanting to kick his ass right there in front of both our fathers. though i held my tounge and emotions, and retreated to the shelter of the house. they didn't buy the car. went back to see my gf after i came down. called her to let her know i got there safe.

20 posts! yes!!! :)
 
Alright so im 16 and three of my friends and I were smoking a few bowls behind an elementary school about 3 hours after we dropped. As soon as we leave to go the the car two cop cars pull into the parking lot and ask us to put our hands against the car.

Next a K9 Unit rolls up and parks a few yards away from us. They tell us they got a call about kids spray painting around the school, so while two of the cops go around looking for spray paint i couldn't remember if we left the bubbler in the back of the school or not. At this point another cop from another district rolls up and tell us that they've been looking for kids who've been spray painting a lot in this area. Remember we're trippin pretty hard at this point, and out of no where the cop asks me whats wrong with my eyes. I tell him I don't officer and he whips out his flash light and checks my eyes. Now i have no idea how they looked but we were trippin and had smoked a few bowls so they were probably pretty bad.

The cops get back from searching the school and say they haven't found anything and let us go. But as were getting in the car the officer pulls out his flashlight and shines at this box where we keep all our weed and asks us whats in the box. We simply said we have no idea and he let us go. Scariest experience of my life right there
 
tanj said:
Wow guys. These are some seriously fucked up stories. This is why I only do psychedelics at home in a safe environment. I couldn't handle half of what's been listed here.
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Exactly. I'm with you 100%.

When I'm tripping, the last thing I want is the normal world invading my space. So when I'm tripping, I respect the space of the normal world and don't make myself a part of it.
 
Wow some of these are pretty bad. I havent had any nightmare trips but I have had some pretty bad experiences. Nothing that really fucked wiht my head just bad situations. I have 2 stories. The first one funny, the last one is fucked up.

1) I had taken about 2 grams of mushrooms myself and was with about 4 other people who where all tripping. We where swimming in the pool and we have a water slide. We do this thing where we block it up to make it go faster and then all go at once. This was extremely intense on mushrooms but we did it a all the time and never had any issues.

About the third time going down, I was in front and when we got to the end, I jumped in the air right before we went in to fly though the air for a bit. I do this all the time but this time, somehting about the way I jumped was awkward and I felt a strange popping sensationg, not quite painful but strange.

When i landed in the water i swam straight for the side because i knew something was wrong. I tried to get out and realized I could not put any weight on my right leg. I could not bend it past a certain angle and anytime i tried to i woudl experience extreme pain. I was completely freaking out and everyone around me had no idea what was wrong or what to do haha. I explained what it felt like and my brother was like, "sounds like a charlie horse or something. Your probably fine just wait a few mintues." Needless to say, he was wrong.

This situation was extremly hilarious despite it being one of the most painful experiences of my life. I remember hopping around on one foot, crying, while laughing hysterically. One of the strangest sensations of my life haha. I coudln't stop laughing at how crazy this situation was.

My brother says I need to go to the hospital but I refuse and decide to just tough it out till the trip was over. He says no i shoudl go now but I refuse and run/limp away. I had some weak pain killers and proceeded to eat them non-stop for the next few days till I got the apointment for an orthopedist. Turns out I tore my miniscus and required surgery.

2) This one isnt so funny. The last story was long so i wont go intot o much detal here but. Basically, I was tripping at this kids house whose parents where gone in highschool about 3 years ago. We took several hits of acid. I took 4 weak hits but i was still pretty spun. 5 of us where tripping but my brother and his girlfriend where there and they where not tripping.

One of the kids there had some real issues. This night confirmed his partial insanity. I believe he has some form of schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. He was also extremly drunk. He had severe issues with alcohol and I had seen him, on another occasion, have a psychotic break while piss drunk(he slammed his head a few time in a very heavy sliding glass door and punched himself in the face. knocking himself unconscious). In retrospect, I have no idea why I even gave this kid acid.
Alittle way through the night, everyone was having alot of fun. Stuff was crazy, everyone was going alitle nuts but it was fun. Then we all calmed down for a few minutes and sat down in the living room. We where all talking but this one kid was saying very strange things. He started out just speaking unintelligbly. He was ranting about strange things. Everyone was confused but it took a while to realize that no one knew what the fuck he was saying. He then starts saying how he can do anythign he wants no one can stop him.

Did I mention that this kid is fucking huge?!? he is about 6'1 200 pounds. He starts talking about all kinds of fucked up shit and alluding to the fact that he was going to rape my brothers girlfriend. We tried to talk him down but he was gone. He started talking about all this shit about how he secretly hated my brother and this other kid who werent here and was in love with my brothers GF.

At this point, my brother, his GF, and I ran away and got teh fuck out of there. good thing he wasnt tripping and coudl drive. We immediatly called my Dad and told him what happened and he called the police. Apparently the came to the house and he was telling them to suck his duck and claiming he was jimi hendrix. No Joke.

Needless to say, I never spoke to this kid again in my life. he was actually expelled from school the next week for plagirizing which was a good thing for all of us. We wanted nothing to do with him.

Wow, long post. Hope someone reads that haha.
 
Dropped 6 hits of acid..found the crucifix off mums coffin while cleaning..turned into the worst trip ever..sigh. "hi mum!"
 
Taking 5g of dried shrooms at Nimbin mardigrass(2003),going to a party and watching probably a dozen people get bashed senseless...seeing a 12yo flip out on acid(so sad)...After the first bashing I was sure I was next so I hid in the portaloo's until some speedfreak girl pulled me out,screaming about needing a piss...That was only the second time I had done shrooms too...
Nimbin is a fucked up place
 
Delta-9-THC said:
At this point, my brother, his GF, and I ran away and got teh fuck out of there. good thing he wasnt tripping and coudl drive. We immediatly called my Dad and told him what happened and he called the police. Apparently the came to the house and he was telling them to suck his duck and claiming he was jimi hendrix. No Joke.

Needless to say, I never spoke to this kid again in my life. he was actually expelled from school the next week for plagirizing which was a good thing for all of us. We wanted nothing to do with him.

Wow, long post. Hope someone reads that haha.
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I read it, but can't see any 'haha' in it. You gave someone a fair amount of acid, then they started to act weird so you abandoned them and had the police called. good job...um...way to bail on someone who needed you. Yeah, the guy was probably not in a good condition, but to bail on someone who has psychedelic psychosis is imo VERY low on the totem pole. Deciding they are killing your buzz enough to flatten their week/year/life isn't very cool. Don't drop with people you aren't willing to stick it out with.

Frankly, (this is why I am writing this in all honesty) decisions like that piss the shit out of me. We are a tribe...never to involve the police unless EXTREME cases happen. I've had some FUCKED UP situations occur with psychosis and individuals, but at the end of the day, we were able to give them a hug, smoke a bowl with them, and smile.

I had a friend end up in the hospital (at age 21, after taking acid many, many times and having taken dmt and mushrooms as many times) "because he couldn't handle it" but I'm fairly positive (as is he) that it was the group he was with not ACTUALLY loving and supporting him. Putting on a social facade of caring...etc. I haven't tripped in a while on any long-lasting psych...and things like this are one of the reasons. There are about 4 people on the planet I could ACTUALLY trust if things got out of hand...reactions like this scare me...

:p ... <3 (sorry, but seriously, grow up)
 
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Don't drop with people you aren't willing to stick it out with.
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I agree.
But, if I had been so stupid (which btw I have not) to let the wrong person join in I'd stop feeling responsible beyond a certain point.
In this case violence i.e. physical danger for myself and others is pretty much where it would end for me and I'd get the fuck out of there.
 
Hands down would be being on shrooms and ecstasy and watching a shooting at a club. It was a long time ago, I think that may have been like the second time I'd been on that combination. Like 2000 I think. Scary shit for sure.
 
Ptah said:
I agree.
But, if I had been so stupid (which btw I have not) to let the wrong person join in I'd stop feeling responsible beyond a certain point.
In this case violence i.e. physical danger for myself and others is pretty much where it would end for me and I'd get the fuck out of there.
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true, it's just one of my greatest fears tripping. I trip to really experience synthenesia and the world melting/melding together so the thought of losing it and ending up somewhere dangerous has really been bothering me lately.
 
Well, I'm not 100% sure if this qualifies, but here ya go:

2 years and 1 day ago I tried Salvia Divinorum for the first time. 10X smoked from a bong. One hit and whammo, I was on the timedot on the grid in the realm of the Honsorcelonians. Yes, I was stupid enough to not get a sitter. One hit, just tiptoe in, I told myself. Well, that didn't work out.

I have vague memories of running around outside- on my landlords deck, on the side and in front of his house, across the street near where I park my car. God only knows if anyone saw me. I have only the most fleeting of memories of what my physical body was doing. I was in another place. Two places at once, or at least it would seem considering I can remember 2 different things that were happening at the same time in different places. One being "real life", complete with time and space as we know it. The other, some other place where all time existed at once.

I only knew for sure that I was outside because my pants were ripped and my socks were soaking wet.

So yeah, when I was on Salvia, the crazy thing that happened in "real life" was my body autonomously leaving my apartment and opening myself up to a great and many dangers. All of which I am fortunate to have averted. Except perhaps a puddle or two and whatever ripped my pajama pants.
 
Getting a text message from my girlfriend: "We need to talk. Call me when you're not tripping"
...Right as I was coming up on acid and shrooms.

Situation turned out okay
 
I got lost in the ghetto on 45mg 2C-E after skipping Paxil for 4 days, the girl I was supposed to meet wasn't there, and I was so fucked up I tried to get in her van to travel about 20-40 feet, and finally stumbled my way into the van, only to get out 5 seconds later, in front of her grandmother.
 
freespiritmind said:
I read it, but can't see any 'haha' in it. You gave someone a fair amount of acid, then they started to act weird so you abandoned them and had the police called. good job...um...way to bail on someone who needed you. Yeah, the guy was probably not in a good condition, but to bail on someone who has psychedelic psychosis is imo VERY low on the totem pole. Deciding they are killing your buzz enough to flatten their week/year/life isn't very cool. Don't drop with people you aren't willing to stick it out with.

Frankly, (this is why I am writing this in all honesty) decisions like that piss the shit out of me. We are a tribe...never to involve the police unless EXTREME cases happen. I've had some FUCKED UP situations occur with psychosis and individuals, but at the end of the day, we were able to give them a hug, smoke a bowl with them, and smile.

I had a friend end up in the hospital (at age 21, after taking acid many, many times and having taken dmt and mushrooms as many times) "because he couldn't handle it" but I'm fairly positive (as is he) that it was the group he was with not ACTUALLY loving and supporting him. Putting on a social facade of caring...etc. I haven't tripped in a while on any long-lasting psych...and things like this are one of the reasons. There are about 4 people on the planet I could ACTUALLY trust if things got out of hand...reactions like this scare me...

:p ... <3 (sorry, but seriously, grow up)
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Umm not sure what your saying i completely disagree. Let me say, we did NOT leave this kid alone, He may have killed himself or hurt others. He stayed there with 3 other people who where tyring to help him but they where scared of them too. He was sayign that he wanted ot have sex with all of them and very strange things. We just left because the situation was not helped by being there with my brother and his GF. This kid was threatening to rape and cause violence and against them. He was very focued on them and who knows what wouldve happend if we didnt leave. I stand by our decision. He was saying very threatening things and there was nothing we could do.

I did nto choose to call the police, my dad did that on his own. I felt worse actually for the kid whose house it was but he later said he was happy we did it. He didnt want that crazy bastard in his house either. None of us every spoke to the nutjob ever again. This was obviously a bad idea and i admitted that it was bad judement to give this kid acid but he controls himself and he does stuff like that all the time. This was a long itme ago and i was ver irresponsible with LSD a that point. Now, I rarely take psychedelices and when i do, the deciding factor is set and setting. I dont have the same urge to throw my self into psychedelic oblivion. I would never find my self in this position again.

Also, I never said it was funny in anyway. This was a frightening experience. I only said my other story was funny. But yea that night was a disaster. That kid has serious issues with violence im prettu sure he was in a psychotic mania.

Apparantly this kid continues to drink profusely(and drive) and take LSD to this day and i predict he will either be dead, or in jail in the next decade unless he sobers up. I know thats terrible but its the reality of the situation.
 
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Coming up on a moderate shroom dose, my mother calls me and asks if I can pick her up from some event downtown...I had to refuse of course and tell her that I was stoned...there was no way in hell I could drive. She bought it thank god.
 
I always laugh at the storey of two guys on acid shining a touch (flash light) in to the cloudy night sky.
''wow look at that beam it goes on for ever!
'' yeah right up to that cloud''
''walk up see if you can reach the cloud?''
''WHAT! do you think im stupid?! You'll turn the flash light off when im half way there!''

One off the nastyest stories i have heard was, what my friend told me happen to her when she was 14.
Dealer came down to give her and 11 for her friends,(kids hang out in gangs here) some very strong blotter acid,(hand a massive reputation for being extremely strong) hands her her blotter which she takes. They hang around for twenty mins or so talking when the dealer starts to make off on his bike. All the other girls protest!
''Wheres our acid?!
(dealer) '' i gave them to her foulded up! What you have took them all!All 11!!!?? SHIT! YOU DIDNT GET THEM OFF ME! YOU DONT KNOW ME! bye'' then makes a sharp exit.
The rest off the night, everyone off the estate (getto) was pooping down to see the mad girl, who had taken a shit load of the mad acid.

Saddly she towards the end off the night she got gang rape in a bush on the fields. I could never emagine what she when through!
 
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