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

Rozen said:
Oh boy, The most fucked up thing to happen to me while in the middle of tripping bawlz, on some caps of mdma, and 2 hits of some good ass blotter paper and a few bumps of K,

The story goes like this, Haveing just picked up about $200 worth of drugs from my dealer and then heading to a party to sell some Caps and trips. I was just about to snort a nice big bump of K, when all of a sudden i hear a "5-0!!" and then, being the man i am, I take the bump. Then stuff the drugs into my pack of smokes, breaking all the smokes but hideing the drugs. Im just walking out when the cop does that little, WOOP WOOP thing that cops do. I just start RUNNNING, as im running i relize i did QUITE a big bump, i had been doing bumps though out the night. I start to feel that feeling you get when your about to K-hole, So then as im running as fast as i can, I start to K hole, while tripping bawlz on acid and mdma. NOT THAT FUN, I just end up falling down, and JUST PUKEING MY GUTS OUT. Thank god i got far enough away from the pigs that they just didn't care enough.

Crazy night.
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damn dude, running khole?!?!?!?! O_O

i've been to the hospital on dramamine (once or twice) & dxm (3 times). i was young & stupid...
 
Welll my first trip the worst part of it was this fat kid came to my friends basement where 3 of us were tripping and he went in the closet and got this creepy ass halloween witch costume on and jumped out of the closet and roared. I screamed like a girl and ran into the bathroom and locked the door and called one of my friends up. That put me in tears, after that fat fuck left I had a good trip though=)

Then my second trip, someone called my phone with an unknown number, I answer it and they say its my dad. I was peaking hardcore. didnt even know who I was. so i really didnt know if it was really my dad on the phone. whoever it was kept asking me all these questions about random shit. now that i look back on it i feel relaly dumb for believing it was my dad...why would he call at 1am to check on me? whoever it was sounded like my dad tho.. creepy as fuck. thought I was caught for sure.
 
While tripping on dxm and mushrooms I found out that the girl I was madly in love with lost her virginity that night. Something I would kill people over.
I cried and cried and cried...Wanted to kill myself etc etc
 
When my friend and I got sent to the hospital after taking ~ 830 milligrams of DXM each. I had a much higher tolerance than he did. He'd been doing it longer, but had taken a break. Anyway, we were hanging out, then he had to go home. His parents freaked cause he was WAY messed up, and they called my parents. In all likelihood we could have slept it off, especially me, but it was a pretty hellish experience, especially to my friend, who actually thought he'd DIED and gone to hell. I nearly got the same feeling after drinking and vomitting a large amount of charcoal. It looked like I was vomitting demon blood. Anyway, it was pretty messed up. Plus, the nurse was incompetent, so they had to put in the IV three fucking times. Twice in my left arm, once in my right.
Another akward part was that I kept making jokes.
 
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Probably the scariest thing that's ever happened to me while tripping was seeing one of my best friends have an asthma attack while we were on 2C-B. There were 3 other people in the house, all young kids (15-17), and no one could drive to get his inhaler which was 20 minutes away. Eventually his incredibly awesome uncle saved us, but I was fairly sure I was either going to watch my best friend die, or deal with a hell of ambulances, parents, and policemen.

Also, while in the middle of the single deepest and most introspective mushroom trip of my life, one of my best friends called me because he knew I was tripping and *apparently* he had told me to wait for the weekend for him the day before. This was as close to a "bad" trip I've ever had, and him calling me a douche bag on the phone in the middle of it while I was almost incoherent was not fun.
 
One was a major raid by Serbian police (in summer of 2000, just before the end of Milosevic dictatorship) on a drum and bass event. Place was on a raft type vessel on Sava river, connected to bank via small drawbridge. We were candyflipping and just when I was about to peak, music was turned off, lights were on, and the place was swarming with both normal police and SWAT brigade. The drawbridge was closed down by at least six policemen in military uniforms, dogs on leashes and AK's ready. We were thoroughly searched, but all that manpower, some excessive violence (not to us, but a group next to ours was beaten badly by policemen). This of course gave us a massively bad jolt.

Second event that comes to mind was some years later, in 2004, but this was more of my delusion than a serious threat. My cousin and me were tripping off some 2C-B and MDMA, we were in a park (Friendship park, where every tree was planted by a different President/Dictator of Non-Aligned Movement - from Idi Amin to Sadat), cousin was sitting on a memorial plaque, while I was rolling on the marble ground beneath it. Suddenly a Gendarmerie (para-military police) jeep appeared, and seemed to stop. We both started running away, and decided to split up. Whilst running I heard some dog barking, and that in my mind ment that I was the one being chased. Knowing from yugoslav WW2 war films that partisans would escape Germans and their dogs by walking through streams and river, I opted to do the same, and walked some 100m through a muddy bank of Danube. It was only then that I realized how ridiculous the entire ordeal is, but up till then it was scary as hell!
 
peterluber said:
Also, while in the middle of the single deepest and most introspective mushroom trip of my life, one of my best friends called me because he knew I was tripping and *apparently* he had told me to wait for the weekend for him the day before. This was as close to a "bad" trip I've ever had, and him calling me a douche bag on the phone in the middle of it while I was almost incoherent was not fun.
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That's a great best friend you have there.
 
Being caught on mushrooms with a spaced out kid with a criminal record, no license to verify who I am, with, get this, a TURTLE!

We went all the way to this arboritum one day after taking an eighth each of finie cubes, prepared with oj in a blender for faster onset. Only to find out once we got there, their closed on Monday's, for whatever reason. So, I park on the side of the road, we hop the fence, and maybe spend half hour max (beautiful place).

Anyhow, as I'm walking along I see something in the distance that appears to be a rock, yet I can see its energy and realize its a living thing. I creep closer and closer (very strong vivid memories of this) and can not believe my eyes, its a turtle (as ordinary as that sounds), and I couldn't believe such a creature could exist. So, being a reptile entrepreneur (baby turtle, painted I believe), I put him in my bag with plans on releasing him in my pond (i had a rather large koi pond at the time). I now think this was wrong, animals should never be taken out of the wild and I firmly believe that now, but alas I wasn't in the clearest of heads.

Anyhow we get back into the car, I find a small but comfortable box to put him in, both doors are open no seatbelts on. Up comes this ornory fucking pissed off cop, so he asks my friend what we were doing there. Cop asks me "what ya got there?" referring to the turtle, but before I have a chance to let him know its my pet turtle I just bought from the petstore down the road, my idiot friend answers "we took it from the park."

Then the prick seperates us both, hands on car, all that shit. He was trying to bag me because I had long dreads and bellbottoms on and a messenger bag, looking for a big "score." So the prick starts searching my car, to which I reply "pardon me, sir, but I give you no consent to search my vehicle." He comes back with "your harboring turtles." My jaw dropped.

We had no drugs in the car (never do while I'm out and about tripping, which I don't do any more anyway unless i'm on foot).

Well after a lot of bad noise, accusations of being high, sobriety tests etc, bastard lets me go with 4 fucking tickets, 2 park tickets and 1 no license and 1 no seatbelt (keys werent in the ignition, but he's the cop and does what he likes). Then we're on our merry way, all for the sake of a little turtle.

It was a victory in my eyes, because I was peaking hard the whole time, and he couldn't tell. He kept asking me "are you high?", to which my response was simply I'm straight edge, my brother died of a heroin overdose, thanks for bringing it up though. Fuck that guy, he was real douch nozzle.
 
masonyoung said:
Mar y Sol, Puerto Rico's 1st (and last as far as I know) Rock Festival on the beach in Vega Baja, me & 2 buds went in '72 ,took some really sweet acid...The PR's had no idea what Acid was, and they were doin it and freakin out all over the place...One of them went back to where he bought it and macheteed the guy to death ,2 tents (too tense also) away from ours...there was some 'serious' culture clash goin on there anyway , that we could never have anticipated...dampened the spirit more than the rain at Woodstock...things got better as the weekend progressed tho, Sopors were OTC there at the time, and we were entertained for hours by a coupla guys trying to get dressed (they musta taken a few)...they drew as big a crowd as the bands did
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Damm, i cant believe he macheted a guy! What bands played btw?
 
a friend of mine was in a car accident and punctured her lungs. i got the news at seven am having consumed approximately 500 micrograms of lsd 10 hours earlier. the next 10 hours were spent driving around the state trying to track down the hospital she was in, and eventually hanging out by a waterfall instead.
 
I used to have a girlfriend in high school who would come up with the craziest things when we were tripping together. Things that never would have crossed my mind, but that were suddenly introduced for me to ponder. One time, as we were eating a piece of shoestring licorice from opposite ends she said, "what if our heads were just beads on a string ?".
By the time she said it our heads were quite close together. So much so that most of what I could see was her face, and not much else in the room. It was kind of an unnerving thought until our lips touched, we kissed, and then I bit the licorice, severing the "string". Of course then I could see there was much more than just our two heads, and all was well.
 
I've taken some L and watched a fight between 2 rhinos of men - remember laughing my ass off, it was seriously a great thing to watch, even though it was pretty fucked up - they were going at it like charging sumo wrestlers, also throwing tables and chairs and poolcues went flying too.

TRULY fucked up? I got sprayed in the face with pepper spray and arrested while tripping on 40mg 4-AcO-DMT...not fun, but also highly amusing later on.

SOmething that happened while I was tripping and I was told about it at the time over the phone (by my friend who was ALSO tripping) - that our friend got robbed at a squat party, and smacked about... turned out to be bullshit, BUT at the time sent my 2C-E trip abit downwards for an hour or so.

Nothing major tbh, luckily.
 
I was at a party and I started having a bad trip, somebody gave me half a Xanax to calm me down (it was my first time ever taking a benzo) so I blacked out. I only remember bits and pieces, but I woke up in jail with a black eye, cuts on my body, two counts of possession (I had four ecstasy pills and one more Xanax in my pocket) and resisting arrest.
 
I was tripping on 3 hits of good acid with some friends at night and the power went out and I saw these shadowy figures in the corner of my eyes that looked like dead people or ghosts or something I was so freaked out...Eventually calmed down and had a jamacian shower with my buddy to ease the surprise of a lifetime
 
Me and my cuz were on our way back to U.S from a rave in Canada. We got to the boarder and we decided to take the last of the 4-aco-det. As we got into the boarder the police held us to check the car, while they were looking we were inside being detained. the trip started while we were being held at boarder control, they found nothing in the car but i had to piss a few times and over all it was fucked up.
 
Once I was tripping HARD on 1 hit of real-deal acid in my girlfriend's apartment while she was out of town. Her landlord had apparently told her not to smoke cigs inside before, roughly a month before my trip. The guy turned out to be nothing less than an American slumlord who screwed my girlfriend out of money for no good reason, and I already had bad vibes from the guy though he hadn't fucked us over yet. I'm about 4 hours deep into a very introspective trip, sitting there listening to my headphones. I remember listening to a DJ Screw CD, one of the real ones that he used a lot of trippy distortion on, and really zoning out. It was like my world and my vision changed as the songs grew darker and more distorted, then back to normal when the songs did the same. Needless to say, I wasn't about to go outside to smoke a God damned thing. I was locked in.

All of the sudden, I hear a knock on the door somehow even though my headphones were turned way up. They must've been barely over my ears or something after turning my head to check out all the cool shit in the apartment. KNOckK KkNOoOk Knnock...I paused and told myself everything's cool, there's no sense in answering it because I don't know anyone in the building and don't want to make a bad impression. I'll find out who it was eventually and explain that I was on my headphones. More knocking, this time one of those "jingle" knocks.

Who the fuck could this be? Fuck 'em whoever it is. I sit there for what seemed to be 2 or 3 minutes and nothing happens. Then I hear this thick Pakistani accent say "Open the door please...Open the door I can hear you." I don't know what to do. Its the landlord sounding like Apu from the Simpsons and sounding PISSED! The "Oh shit" moment happens when I realize that the door is unlocked. Not one of the three locks is actually seperating this guy from barging in on me.

He walks away after that. That's the end of the story. To some, it might not sound like much.

There is no way of explaining the terror I felt.
 
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