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Your most most fucked up trip

definately my first time on LSD.. didn't know how potent what i had was, or how sensitive i am to LSD and ate one eyeball blotter, went home enjoying the come up, smoked some pot.. then isolated myself in the living room and put the movie "Waking Life" on.. cranked the volume and hid the remotes from myself...

i spent the next 4 to 5 hours lying in the chair i got in to watch it.. it might be hard to relate to if you haven't seen the movie.. but it's about lucid dreaming, and false awakenings, and the whole movie is filmed with a digital camera, and then animated over by over 30 different animaters.. so it's very realistic sometimes, very cartoon like at others..

the beginning was amazing, great music, and the most intense open-eye visuals i think i've ever experienced... everything was alive.. but then things got weird.. philosophical talk, my thoughts got deeper.. time stopped, slowed down, reversed.. time was an ocean.. and at some point, probably actually still only 45min into the movie, there is a prison scene.. some dialogue with an imprisoned soul, and needless to say the guy is pissed off and raving..

at this point the LSD peaked and i only experienced parts of the movie subjective to my own unique trip.. the prisoner climbed out of the tv and walked over to me.. i could feel the heat from his body, he was dripping with sweat and eternally angry.. and he told me everything that i've done wrong with my life, all the mistakes i've made and people i've hurt.. eventually i kind of recovered from that, but i cried and that left me jarred and afraid to move throughout the rest of the experience.

the rest of the movie was intense as well.. it was really a very scary ego-death thing that i don't think i was ready for.. my whole universe came collapsing to a pinpoint of exsistence, and was then blown to infinity in front of my face and i was left with this feeling.. from some kind of source.. at least thats how it fealt to me.. the whole thing was very weird and i don't remember it well still, i still go through it in my head a lot.

after the movie ended i was still peaking for another hour or so, and being as how the DVD was out at the video store and i had to get the VHS.. when it gets to the end, my VHS player rewinds, and replays the tape.. so i started to experience it again.. i don't know how many times it played through before i finally shut it off.. and staggered out of the chair.. it was drenched in sweat.. i think i was tensing my muscles alot..

i was pretty much fine afterwards.. but in terms of fucked up... i think that was my most 'fucked up' trip.. unless you count the kind where you get caught in your room on LSD by your parents and end up in the hospital with a catheter while your peaking.. sucks too.. eh
 
Oh dude, noooooo. ^^^

I wouldn't even want to watch that movie drunk, but to trip and watch it?8o
you're lucky you survived. I watched it sober and it played with my head.
You're bravery is surpassed only by you're terrible choice in trip movies.
 
two of my friends and myself each took a mushroom chocolate and then decided to take the T with a sober friend to krispee kream. when we get on the t we are starting to peak, we get 3 stops down the green line when my friend Jb collapses in the train car. we manage to get him back up and convince people he just tripped, then he falls again, we start telling them he is drunk and we'll get off at the next stop. he falls again before we get to the next stop and then as we are getting off of the T he falls from 4 feet from the top of the stairs to the concrete platform. at this point there is quite a commotion going on around us. we get him to a bench and my sober friend runs off to find water. my friend mike and i make sure that jb is ok and then try to get him to leave but he doesnt think he'll be able to walk out.

the police, an ambulance and a fire truck all show up and the emts start to examine jb asking him if he's ok and if he had taken an drugs or drank. he manages to stay calm and jokes around with the firemen and emts and they laugh and one of the firemen actually put his arm around him when he said that he hadnt started drinking yet.

my friend mike and i are freaking out because the cop is looking at us like she knew we were wicked fucked up but couldnt tell on what. i ended up running around the t station spending 5 dollars going in and out looking for my sober friend who eventually shows up with the water. the emts suggest jb go to the hospital but he says hell be fine and is just going to go home. when we are leaving the t station i managed to get seperated from my friends and then almost got hit by a cab when i got up to the street and heard them yelling to me from across it. after we got back to my friends place we all chilled out smoked a blunt and i managed to still have a fun trip.
 
I was coming up on a trip once and I was at my friends house with about 7 extremely noisy sober girls. Two of the girls lived there and the rest of us were from out of town. We were watching this movie "Nurse Betty" or bonnie or something like that. It starts off about this chick who works in a diner and oneday wants to be a nurse. I thought "Oh, it's one of those slightly hollow, success against all odds things! This'll be alright" No. All of a sudden her husband is getting gruesomely scalped by a bunch of black native americans or something and she is psychotically obsessed with soap operas so that she can't leave the TV set to help him. I was so confused I kept asking everyone "Why did they cut his head off?? WHY DID THEY CUT HIS HEAD OFF??" but I was the only one watching the movie.

The girls just kept getting louder and louder and I was so fucking confused and then, by total coincidence, the dad of one of the girls from out of town showed up. I guess her parents are divorced and he was a post office guy who happened to work in the town we were in and I don't fucking know. So she runs out to get him and just as he walks in I stood up and said "GOD DAMNIT WHY DID THE FUCKING BLACK INDIANS SCALP THAT MOTHER FUCKER?!?!" so he starts yelling at me for acting like that in front of his daughter and what's my fucking problem and why am I such a creep. So I did a Napolean Dynamite run out of there, immediatly got lost, and spent the next 6 hours wandering around without a jacket in freezing weather so god damned confused that I thought I would never think straight again.
 
GlitchMike said:
Oh dude, noooooo. ^^^

I wouldn't even want to watch that movie drunk, but to trip and watch it?8o
you're lucky you survived. I watched it sober and it played with my head.
You're bravery is surpassed only by you're terrible choice in trip movies.
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granted.. i may not have been ready for it.. but the lucidity of every aspect of my life since has been amazing.. and i swear it's because of all the information my brain soaked up while frying through that movie.. i rarely ever have a non-lucid dream now, and my all my pychedelic trips since have been much more controlable.. the brain is such a powerful tool.
 
Cool if it worked out for ya. I hardly ever have lucid dreams, everytime I realize that I'm dreaming it gets unstable and I wake up within a few seconds. I still wouldn't want to watch Walking life while I was tripping though. freaky ass movie
 
one time i took dxm and went to sleep... woke up in 3rd plateau and read this thread........ hahahahahh napolean dynamite run
 
My worst trip was when I ate shrooms on the way to a Yes/Dream Theater concert. I was having a great time until all my buddies decided it was a good idea to go to a nice, sitdown restaurant full of families and old people. Now, I'm the only one on shrooms, but we smoked a bunch on the way up, so my friends are all stoned. They're talking loudly, and having big laughing fits, and acting so fucking stoned while I sit there, trying to eat a burger, sweating buckets, wishing we'd just gone to a fucking drive-through Wendy's or something. Then, I leave to go to the washroom and calm myself down a bit, come back, and they've hidden my burger! I ask, "Guys, where is my burger?", and they claim I already ate all of it when I'd eaten maybe a quarter. I didn't care that my burger was gone, but I was fucking worried that I'd apparently lost a large block of time. I sit down, and one of them brings it out and they all laugh like jackasses. That was an absolutely awful time.

My most fucked up trip, I barely remember. I ate 5 grams of shrooms, drank half a 40 of rum, and... I don't even know how much I smoked. We sat in this gazebo at my friend's house packing bowl after bowl after bowl. We were out there for a good 2.5 hours. I remember clearly seeing my friend as if his body had been flattened into a paper doll, but still moving around in three dimensions. Also, he was glowing, and big points of light were shooting out of all of his joints. I barely know what happened, but apparently I did a lot of rambling about "opportunities" and "journeys" and "possiblities". After he reminded me of that, I realized I had been absolutely freaking out over all the activities that are available to us as human beings and how I'd never be capable of seeing and doing it all.

I then remember waking up in a big, comfortable chair, and feeling like I had to puke. So I get up to run to the big sink in the laundry room nearby. My perspective suddenly shifted to the point where I was watching myself from the corner of the room, and I was moving in slow motion. I finally get to the sink, and puke... and my puke travels through the sink, leaving the sink visible only where I had not puked. I then observe that I was in the doorway about 10 feet from the sink. I struggled to clean things up for about an hour, but was waaaay to fucked up to figure out how. Eventually, I fell asleep in the chair again.

The problem there was all the booze. I shouldn't have drank so much... and maybe smoked a little less.
 
Took a very potent blotter at this drunken 18th birthday party...got yelled at for changing the music from shitty house to some thumping psytrance. but the clincher was that when I was coming up, these girls I know who only drink and smoke pot (theyve done speed once or twice) told me how much they were worried about me and my druguse. Needless to say the next 14 or so hours were hell, I had intense physical pain (imagined of course) although I got some nice visuals every now and again the majority of the trip was paranoid, anxious and horrible.
 
I watched Freddy vs Jason on 2 insanely potent blottlers. I went to pee in the bathroom and Freddy popped up i started pissing everywhere. Well i ended up running out of the bathroom screaming like a 3yr old girl into a room full of sober people and my friend who also took to hits staring at me. Then my friend refused to piss in the bathroom and just pissed off the balcony the rest of the nite. It was a pretty interesting trip
 
grass, party, grass, ketamine. the mansion i was in felt like the only structure for miles, and that all the people in it were the last ones left in the universe.
 
Mushroom trip I had last year some kids that I was tripping with said some fucked up shit to me. (I had eaten some E too and was really relaxed with the trip.) We were out in the woods and I finally just told them I'd be right back and booked back to my place. The night was great until later when the trip just didn't end and I couldn't stop thinking about the shit they had said.
 
Sorry For double posting. But here is my actual most fucked up trip of all time...

I ate 2 grams of mushrooms ( I've aten shrooms several times before this bad trip and i've always aten 2 grams, that was my G-Spot sorta speak, until last haloween)

While eating them, i felt kind of nervous, but not at all really, i slowly at the 2 grams and during that and during the come up i drank a bottle of 100% vitamin C orange juice (I heard Vitamin C induces shroom highs). The trip was alright,... so far... and me and my friend were walking home from town (he was on blotter). We were playin a mind game switching Highs, it was a cool brainwave for we both know what its like to be on both shrooms and acid, but anyway i just got off track there sorry but what i mean is at that point, i remmeber saying, Im peaking now as i was standing on the road thinking me as part of the world getting visuals in my head of what i look like at that exact moment from another angle,

But the angle was like from above like as if an angel was floating above me watching me, and i was seeing and feeling what the angel was seeing and feeling. and as we walked after all of that 2 mins later i had this incredible sensation shoot through my body. Its scared me i never felt it before on mushrooms. it creeped on me and i didnt know that mushrooms got physical like that . It lasted 2 seconds and it felt like a shockwave shootin through my body, it reallllllllllllllly SCARED me alot, i wanted to shout out and scream in panic at my friend, but somehow, i calmy walked and didnt mention it to him (i suddely planned right away to tell him about this the next day instead because i was worried i would trip him out and get him worried and myself as well. I really didnt wanna cause a scene with the both of us sorta speak) so for the rest of the walk, i did not talk to him at all he was chattin away and i would just nervously laugh a tiny bit, and be like, "uh huh" "yah" "cool" "yep" but before i got the outer body shockwave i was very talkative and laughy.

So eventually i made it home by myself, i was lookin forward to this for help with calming down. I thouht a shower would help, but i was in and outta there in 15 seconds. I was in the shower and the water and the noise of the shower was frightening. I knew since that wavey feeling shot through my body that i was experiencing the so called, "outter body experience". when i was in the shower. I got a visual in my head, of what it would look like if someone was in the shower with me standing in front of me looking me dead in the eyes. I kept getting this mimic type outter body feeling, i didnt even feel like myself, i felt totally schizo badddd! i was scared. i looked in the mirror, and i was watching myself looking at myself in the mirror... yah... anyway it was fucked yep scared me. I kept feeling totally focused on what i looked like, like what facial expressions i was making etc.. I totally felt the same way a Reallly really wierd person would see and think if they were to be with me and staring at me saying nothing. So i go to my bedroom. I lay in my bed and i give up, the last resort for me to save myself is to sleep ((i was having thoughts of asking my mother to take me to the hostpital.. I dont have a type of relationship with my mom to be comfortable about drugs n stuff, she would kill me if she knew but if it came down to an emergency, she would certainly take me to the hostpital))

So anyway im layin in my bed, TWEAAAAAAAKKKEEDDDD baddd, like twitching, scared, my room was changing colors constantly and i seen a guy on my poster have his eyes turn glowing red and his face turned really mean looking. I went on the computer to talk to my friend that i was just walking with 20 mins before and i wanted to tell him what i was goin through at that moment and during when we were walking together, but once again i felt the same way, and i still was in denial with myself that i was taking a bad trip so i just said ah yah man gotta go thought talk to ya later. I called my girlfriend, and talked to her for a few mins, we had a normal conversation, it was hard though, i was using every little last bit of sanity i had left to do so and it made me feel good, she had NO IDEA what i was goin through at that moment (she never did a hard drug before) but i felt like saying, "Erin, Oh my god im freaking out i wanna kill myself im scared im taking a bad trip", but just like contimplating about askin my mom to take me to the hostpital ... I denied it. So back to the bed again, layin under the covers trying to sleep, i kept getting up and walking around my house back n forth to the bathroom because i kind of felt like puking but i didnt. so anyway i actually came close to sleeping. I sort of went into a little sleep (half asleep half awake, ya know, whe ya take a nap sorta thing) but I was startled by a sharp ringin noise in my head and a disturbing thought which woke me up right quick and i was like shit, i was soo close to being unconscious so i can just wake up tomorrow and this be over with.

Like this was realllllllyyy bad folks i swear to god i didnt know if i had a body or not, once i came down i realized that What just happened, was me, on a drug. During the terror i didnt even know i took mushrooms, i thought that like everything that i ever known, ever did, every bit of information i have ever gathered during the 19 years of my life have gone away and i was something new and a more higher being. I literally watched myself suffer from another angle in my room. This outter body experience jazz is seriously fucked up and I WIL NEVER EAT SHROOMS AGAIN! NEVER. i swear, way too crazy for me, i thought i was takin a bad trip candy flipping one time, HAH that had nothign on this, man, like what the ruck happened to me, why did i keep seeing myself in my head from other angles of the environment that i was in (and yet, these were perfect images, when id move my arm id be seeing myself moving my arm in my head in the perfect direction that you would see it move if you were to be watching me from that angle) wow folks there ya have it, mushrooms arent for me, baaadddd trip im telling ya woo weee i never thought that could happen to me, nor did i ever think mushrooms could be so physical (that shcokwave feeling i had that creeped up on me)

Refering to the shroom gods, they dont like me, and they kicked my fucking ass.

Overall i've learned to like myself better... and I realized that sanity is the place to be, and being sober is above all... if god wanted us to be high like this then it would be our sober, and perhaps our sober would then be a high. Be careful everyone and try not to go through what Happened to me there, honestly take care, sanity is precious Peace.
 
I made a TR out of this and the link is here: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=195470&highlight=quarter+sheet




I'll never drop acid again without putting my supply away in a safe spot after I've dropped what I want. One night me and 3 friends got so spun that we ended up dividing a sheet between the four of us (25 hits a head). I also had about 30 2mg Xanax bars on me and ended up eating 11 of them (with a tolerance, but still). The L was so strong that I remember vivid details of a good portion of the trip (despite the xanax). We originally only ate 5 hits a piece, but the 5 we ate had us so looped I didn't even know where I was or that (at some point) I was making the decision to tear up the rest of the sheet for all of us because "acid this clean is hard to find nowadays."

I slowly realized we'd eaten it all once I was gaining the ability to talk to all of my buddies without speaking. We would look in one another's direction and with a twitch of the face or an eye movement we could almost read each other's minds. I reached in my jacket pocket to find a pice of empty wrapped up aluminum foil. My eyes started flowing with tears, but I kept telling myself that it was only one night and I WAS going to live. We were communicating at hyperspeed without even saying anything (on the come up of the 20 hits). I'm pretty experienced but something felt off this time. My body felt like it was melting into the land and I was becoming one with the earth, the most intense "connectedness" I've ever experienced to something. I remember looking into the sky and all around me (trying to figure out what was up or down) and everything in my visual field being covered with tiny gears, all turning at the exact same speed in unison. I'm usually pretty good at controlling myself but this one was beyond me. My friend's bodies were growing and limbs were morphing into what appeared to be a liquid sliding across the earth. I don't remember eating the xanax, but one of my buddies told me that right before I started eating them I said I was doing it to "calm the fuck down" and it was around the time we started communicating without speaking.

Anyways, sometime shortly after downing the 20 hits and the xanax I lost my buddies. This field was in the mountains of north Georgia, and I was totally unfamiliar with the area. One of my other friends brought us there. I wondered around aimlessly until I found a wooded area nearby, and apparently wondered almost 2.5 miles from our original trip spot thereafter.
I remember being in the woods and wanting to walk farther and farther simply because it felt amazing to move and everything seemed to be moving around and fucking with my head. I saw the sky draining through the tops of the trees and swirling around on the wooded floor. At one point everything turned black across my field of vision, my whole body got warm, and murals of kaliedescope type visuals engulphed my visual field. When it happened I felt like I'd been hit and fell down. I remember bits and pieces after this, but things start getting staticy.

When I awaoke I was almost in shock. I moved myself out of the edge of a moving river (which my legs were hanging in) and slowly tried comprehending what had happened. I removed my shirt (with spots of blood all over it) and walked into the woods until I found a spot where the sun was shining through. I laid down and realized my jacket was missing, my cash was missing, and my girlfriend's debit card was missing. All of these things seemed of little importance at this time, as I was trying to remember how I'd gotten bloody, how I was going to find out where I was, and how I was going to get back to where we originally started tripping (I had no idea how far away I was at the time).

Sometime while mentally trying to make sense of everything I passed back out. When I awoke this time, it was completely dark again, my left arm was covered in ant bites (to go along with all of the other abraisions and cuts), and the horrible pain in my right ankle was ever so apparent. I suddely had a fear that if I didn't find someone else soon I wasn't going to make it out of the woods. I was thirsty as hell, so I returned to the river, drank a little, and headed back into the woods until I found what seemed to be a path where the woods weren't as thick. Might I add that at this time I was still tripping, but didn't feel as though I was because I'd come down so much from the actual "trip". I followed the path slowly (with only moonlight as a guide) until I hit an open field and hobbled to the other side only to find a dirt road. I followed the dirt road until a saw a few houses on the left side.

I walked up to the first and knocked on the door. Nobody answered (probably because I looked like I'd been to hell and back and it was around 2:30am, which I was unaware of). Knocked on the second and a man who appeared to be in his 40's or 50's came out looking at me like I was an alien. I told him I'd been drinking heavily the night before with a few friends and wasn't sure what had happened. He repeatedly offered to call an ambulance or "the sherriff" to help me get back home, but I refused, telling him I'd just phone a friend to come get me, and I'd go to the doctor shortly thereafter. He informed me of exactly where I was, and let me use the phone to call a friend (who was still awake partying, thank God). It was almost impossible to convince his drunk ass to use mapquest to come pick up my (still mildly trippin) ass at some random person's home. Thankfully I was able to talk to his girlfriend (who quickly realized the severity of the situation) and told me they'd be there as quickly as possible. The following hour and a half were almost too uncomfortable. Even though the man was very nice and was remaining calm, the situation was totally fucked up.

The scariest part of the whole story is that sometime during the morning after the night we'd been tripping someone charged around $1200 to my girlfriend's debit card (Her bank shut down the card after the first 3 transactions). This makes me almost certain that I had contact with other persons while tripping balls on a quarter of a sheet and fucked up on 22mg of xanax in the middle of the woods. I blame this for my fractured ankle and all my cuts and abrasions (although to this day I really don't know what caused the physical wounds). My three buddies didn't have quite as interesting stories, but their's were very fucked up as well.
 
I was high on weed in like the 8th grade at school when my freind informs me he is tripping on benedrill. He was so fucked up he almost got us both kicked out. One thing I remember still is that he took out his pen and was trying to stab through one of our teachers doors and saying something like "Hows this for ringin your bell?!". It was pretty wack.
 
I've freaked out on acid several times. The most fucked up trip was from 5 hits of someting blotter with a Cat and the Hat face. Within 1/2 hour after dosing, I was convinced that I was the victim of a vast hyperdimentional cosmic conspiracy. I had completely forgotten that I had taken LSD and was extremely confused and paranoid. If you've never tripped before, my state of mind was dream like. It was like being in a ridiculous dream where you don't have any self-awareness. It was the opposite of a lucid dream I didn't know who or where I was. I couldn't remember anything or even think objectively. I could only respond to external (see a door, open it; see a hall way, walk down it) and internal stimuli ( impulses, random thoughts, desires).

It's a common thieme, but basically, the LSD was about to show me the Ultimate Meaning of Life and the Universe and all I had to do was go outside and walk around, and I would find the ultimate answers. at this point, I couldn't remember my name or even speak so going outside in an urban area was not a good idea.
My roommates tried to stop me(they later filled in some of the memory gaps), but i panicked (they were part of the conspicary to keep me from knowing the meaning of life). I bolted out of the apartment and ran through the neighborhood, some woods, and through traffic. Everyting I saw was incorporated into the conspiracy dream world. I was also convinced by now that I'd been shown all the big Answers. I remember fragments of very involved dream sequences and dream imagery that I had experienced whiole I was on my walk. Most what I remember at this point were thoughts and actions and scenes and dream sequences focused on the fact that I didn't want to have to go back into my apartment because if I did, I'd forget the Meaning of Life and everything else I'd been shown. I also remember the clouds in the sky glowed a sick yellow/gray from the night-time city lights beneath them. The yellow gray clouds were boiling with billions of sentient paisleys. Secret messages were hidden in the paisleys and occaisonally they would arrange themselves into meaningful gestures and patterns to reveal their secrets to me. Their messages were horrible and could never be communicated through human language. The effect was oppressive --Every time they did it (told me a new, scary secret about the meaning of reality), the horrible new knowledge made me panic and I would take off running again. Somehow I had lost my pants while trying not to have to go back to the apartment. Eventually I started to become lucid enough to realize that I was sitting behind a fountain on a church lawn at a busy intersection near some clubs. The statues in the fountain were singing strange songs to me. Some policeman approached me and arrested me becasue it turns out that I had been sitting there jacking off. Spending the night in jail all frazzled anddd coming down from a trip was awful.
 
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