i remember someone made a thread about their boyfriend having a bad trip. and in that thread i wrote that its funny when people bad trip. well i was wrong. Tonight i was tripping with an old friend, i had about three and a half hits, and my friend took two. oh i forgot to mention, it was his first time. for the first 4-6 hours he seemed fine. he said he was getting some visuals, but nothing crazy. he was explaining to me what he was thinking, and we got onto a few good philisophical conversations. as for me, i fried yesterday so it didnt hit me as hard today, but i still had a decent trip today. anyways, he did not seem to be frying hard and i thought that the sid had already worn off for him so i mentioned the idea of smoking bud. he agrees to the idea and so, we park in a neighborhood, i roll us a fat ass J, and we start walking around the neighborhood blazing. as soon as we were done with the j, [i forgot to mention this too, but this cat hasnt blazed since highschool; he's 20 or 21 now] i ask him, "ey you're faded now, huh?" and he replied with "yeah im uh yeah im im im pretty faded" which trailed off into mumbling. since i couldnt understand him, i asked "what? hahah what are you trying to saying?" and all of a sudden, i see this look of horror come over his face. he falls down to his hands and knees and begins to scream "WHY?!" at this point my heart stops pumping, and i begin to freak out. now you have to keep in mind that this is around 9-10 pm in a neighborhood, and right across the street a couple had just walked out of their house to walk their dog. i grab his guys arm and i tell him, "ey get up man, get up" but its almost as if he is paralyzed. so i lift him up and try to get him to walk with me to our cars so that i could get him inside and out of public view. but he resisted, so i let go of him and i told him "ey come on man, follow me, you cant be going around screaming that kind of shit man, come on" and he looks at me as if he doesnt remember who i am. so i tell him "ey man its me john, john doe, come on man you dont remember me? are you serious?" [im not gonna post up my real name for obvious reasons], and he was looking at me, like i was the devil or something. i tried to get him to follow me, but he would not. he kept doing these weird ass movements with his body, almost as if he was transforming into something else, and he kept sticking out his tongue. by this time, im freaking out, people are outside, this guy is walking all weird, mumbling to himself, if you would have seen him, you would have thought he was high on crack or something. i was thinking in my head, fuck... there is no way this guy can even comprehend what im saying, so i head back to my car alone, and as im heading to my car, i see him walk straight into a wall and bump his head. two words came to my mind as i ran to my car. fucking-shit. so i finally get into my car and i leave him there by himself for the rest of the night... nah im just playing, im not fucked up like that, hahah sorry, im still kinda frying right now, but seriously, i ran to my car, got in, and drove to where he was. by now he was laying on the floor. now keep in mind, im still tripping, AND weed got me all scrambled up, so i start to panic. i run over to him, and pull him up. he looked kinda like he was ODing off of e, his eyes were barely open and he was still mumbling to himself. as soon as i help him take his first step, he wakes up, and looks at me all suspicously, still mumbling to himself. by this time im dragging this guy to my car, cause he wont follow me. so i finally get him in, and i tell him as i drive us over to his car, "damn man, are you serious right now? you're tripping that hard right now man? ey its me john fool, its me john doe!" but by now ive lost him. he's sitting in shotgun, making thrusting sex gestures with his hips and arms, then he begins to point to the sky, and in between all that mumbling, he kept moving his face around in a weird way, sticking his tongue in and out of his mouth. i park my car behind his, and i tell him, "ey man, just try to relax, its me john, just sit back n chill." but the words just wont sink in. so i smacked him in the face, thinking that would snap him out, but he just looks at me, like i was up to something, and that i was going to hurt him. [yeah yeah i know, i shouldnt have smacked him, but i was panicing, and i didnt know what to do] i noticed, from all the mouth moving he was doing, that he had cotton mouth. so i gave him some of the arizona ice tea that i had in my car, and about 30 seconds after he takes his sip, he stops mumbling, and looks at me. and i tell him, "ey are you alright man?" and he replies with "yeah, why?" as if he didnt know what the fuck he had been doing for the past 10 some odd mintues. so i told him "dude you were going fucking crazy man, that was some wild shit" and as soon as i said that he goes back to doing all that crazy shit again. the shit he was mumbling, and the things he was acting out, seemed as if he was punishing himself for doing LSD, he was playing the role of god or something one moment, condemning himself, and the next he would be screaming "why!?" moving around and what not. then all of a sudden, he takes one look at me, and beings to get out of the car. i pulled his ass back in and told him, "ey man you cant fucking go out there right now, you're gonna get the cops called on us, just chill fool, chill!" and i shut the door for him. by now im really scared, because i, myself, am still frying, and the thoughts of him permanently in this state of psychosis were running through my mind. so in the admist of him acting all crazy, i begin to pray. yes i begin to pray to god, that he would stop acting like this, i would have felt horrible if i was the reason he went premanently crazy. the way he was acting, i begin to think that he would never be normal again. so i begin to drive with soft music playing in the background, and the whole time im driving, i have this guy sitting next to me, strapped down with the seat belt, mumbling and doing some wild ass shit. finally i stop in a near by apartment complex, and i wait with him. after about an hour or two, he slowly regains consciousness. i ask him "ey man are you alright?" and he first replies with deep breathing, as if he couldnt breathe right, and then i tell him "ey man dont trip, its gonna wear off soon, you're gonna slowly hit reality again, just relax, im here man, it'll all be over soon" slowly but surely he begins to talk to me. i asked him what the fuck was going through his mind, through out that whole ordeal. and he begins to explain to me, "i saw myself die, there was a voice that said, 'you know what you did wrong, you did acid' and i was being punished for all of the bad things i had done in the past." i say to him "word? thats some wild shit man, thats some wild shit" and he says "yeah" and i asked him, "so are you still seeing the colors?" and he replies with "yeah, but im... im.. i think im ok now." i tell you, him talking to me again felt sooooooo good. i thought i had lost this guy permantly! now at this point, i being to encourage him to let out whatever he needed to talk about, and he begins to tell me what was going on through his mind. it was hard to fully understand what he went throught but by the sound of it, it seemed really fucking crazy. im too exhaughsted to keep typing, so ill end this here... all in all, i know now not to take bad trips so lightly. stay safe guys, peace. -Tos
hahahahahah Im only laughing because the SAME fucking thing happened to me Literally dude, the SAME thing. I was at a fest. Dropped four hits of the fucking craziest acid i had ever done. I got cocky. I'm very VERy experienced and ive done 4-5 before a few times. I wanted to celebrate cause it was a fest. Bad idea. I wont get into it too much but...i flipped the fuck out. In my trip i saw my friend get stabbed, i watched myself die and ascend into the 'afterlife' and for about 45 minutes (seemed like 2 weeks in my trip) i was wanderingin some alternate dimension that souls are transported to once the body dies. It was so intense i couldnt tell the trip from reality. It was like the worst nightmare ive ever had exponentiated by 24524626446 million. Finally i come to at my campsite with a blanket over me and i was perfectly normal. My friends explained to me what happened and apparently i was only geeking for like 30 minutes. But in my mind it seriously felt like DAYS. I was doing the exact same stuff as your friend. I had no recolection of any of it. It took my weeks to piece together what actually happened and what sent my trip arry. It sucked, but before that spell and after it, i had a great time...weird. LSD isnt a toy. It was a humbling experience to say the least.
no that was in October. Ive only tripped twice since then at low doses. I dont think ill ever take an ego shattering dose like that again unless im in a secure location....fests are just too crazy for me to dose high at.
oh damn... so that means I may die many more time PS. I had complete psychotic break on lsd too, thought I had died... still think I did and went off and visited the dimension of death. Except my insanity, physically was mostly contained in the kundalini 'breaking barrier' yogic pose...
