Jakeperson
Bluelighter
These are brilliant. Just having about 7 mates rock up for a sesh was bad enough for me. I tried taking Seroquel but was only about 5 hours into a DOI trip, it did nothing but make me less hospitable.
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Worst things to happen in real life while you were tripping?
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MrGrunge
Bluelighter
Last semester I had taken a sizable amount of DXM (sizable for me anyway, my first and last high third plateau attempt) one weekend when my roommate was out of town. I was already having a difficult time because the trip had ended up being far more intense than I had anticipated. I had my headphones on so I didn't hear when all-of-a-sudden the fire alarm went off. I remember opening my eyes and seeing a bunch of flashing lights: at first, I thought it was the DXM giving me some crazy-realistic visuals, so I just stared up at the ceiling for a couple minutes. Then I took my headphones off and realized what the lights were, and since it was the weekend when they didn't schedule any drills, I thought for sure there was an actual fire.
I thought I was fucked. I was too wasted to walk down the several flights of stairs, and I could hear the RAs running from room-to-room and yelling at everyone to get out. I thought for sure that I was gonna burn alive or pass out from smoke inhalation or something and I started having a really intense panic-attack. So I just sat on my bed in the fetal position for about fifteen minutes (felt like fifteen hours) until the fire alarms finally stopped and I realized I wasn't going to die. Talk about catharsis. I guess nothing bad happened (some drunk fucks pulled the alarm), but holy shit that was the worst feeling I had ever experienced. I had basically convinced myself that I was going to die.
I thought I was fucked. I was too wasted to walk down the several flights of stairs, and I could hear the RAs running from room-to-room and yelling at everyone to get out. I thought for sure that I was gonna burn alive or pass out from smoke inhalation or something and I started having a really intense panic-attack. So I just sat on my bed in the fetal position for about fifteen minutes (felt like fifteen hours) until the fire alarms finally stopped and I realized I wasn't going to die. Talk about catharsis. I guess nothing bad happened (some drunk fucks pulled the alarm), but holy shit that was the worst feeling I had ever experienced. I had basically convinced myself that I was going to die.
bigzip44
Bluelighter
cops walked up asking about minors drinking. me stupid me tried to get lippy when cartoon looking cop asks for id and i get thrown on my acura and fucking scared oh shit oh shit! fuuuuuck cops. esp. on mushies. whew, thank god they didn't find the TALL CAN UNDER MY FUCKING CAR DUMB FUCKIN PIGS. LOL.
Splinterguitar69
Bluelighter
I was tripping on about 6 hits of acid at a park when I got a text from my mom telling me my aunt backed into my car with a 4 ton truck and totalled it.
Fack.
Fack.
the worst thing that happened to me didnt really bug me out much. it was my first time taking 2c-e, had 16 mg give or take with a couple of friends and walked around my campus at college with them going to the most serene places on campus (not saying much because its in the middle of north philly.) my sober roommate had noticed a campus police officer (Captain Killjoy a.k.a. the Littlest Bike Cop) trailing us, didnt say anything to avoid freaking us out and he eventually confronted us, but i felt fully confident knowing that none of us had anything illegal at all on us. he interrogated us for a while and eventually left after telling us weve been on camera this whole time and they can catch us (we hadnt even crossed a street on red to get there and i knew of the 600+ security cameras on campus) and saying "you guys better not make me fucking come up here again". we hung around a little longer to not seem suspicious and then walked towards my apartment when we came across a flash mob we had to go through to get home. not the fun kind of flash mob, but the over a hundred hoodrats converging on a corner and wreaking havoc.
the worst i could imagine is news of the death of a loved one making its way to you, which is one reason i never trip with a battery even in my phone, let alone on. my grandfather died earlier this week and i wasnt tripping but with him at 90 i knew something like that could happen any time. a few of my friends never turn their phones off and i dont understand it. they say "just dont pick up" and i tell them that youre gonna think somethings up if someone calls you 4 times in a row.
the worst i could imagine is news of the death of a loved one making its way to you, which is one reason i never trip with a battery even in my phone, let alone on. my grandfather died earlier this week and i wasnt tripping but with him at 90 i knew something like that could happen any time. a few of my friends never turn their phones off and i dont understand it. they say "just dont pick up" and i tell them that youre gonna think somethings up if someone calls you 4 times in a row.
MrGrunge
Bluelighter
Yeah, that would be fucking terrible. Earlier this year, I was on the phone with my little sister while she and my Mom were out shopping. All of a sudden, I heard a loud bang and a bunch of confusing noise. Pretty soon I heard my Mom crying in pain and my sister freaking out. She said they had been hit by a car and that my Mom was hurt. I was really high at the time and I started panicking because I thought they were seriously injured. I jumped in the car and drove pretty recklessly out to where they were. Turns out, they had only been rear-ended and my Mom had a bad case of whiplash. That situation was bad enough when I was stoned, I can't imagine how shitty I would have felt on acid or shrooms or something, let alone if one of them had DIED.