LSD horror stories

I haven't tripped for many years, because I feel I no longer have a need to. Having said that, I'm going to admit I've had many fantastic experiences on lsd, psilosibin, mescaline, and stp.

When I took my first trip (LSD) an older friend gave me this advice;

"The most important thing is to always "maintain"

It was his contention that a person could act, and react normally around parents, cops, and other authority while tripping and not be discovered. Dilated eyes would be the only give away, but avoiding eyes is not an option. Most people won't notice anyway. Just look 'em in the eye and act normal.
Maintaining also means making logical decisions as it pertains to your own survival while tripping.
The ability to "maintain" under any circumstance, tripping or not, can save you're life!

My attempt here will be to present a few of my own personal experiences while tripping and how completely unpredictable events tested my ability to Maintain....I hope others (experienced others) Will post some of their own horror stories!


OK here goes..

5:30 friday evening
I peel out from work early. I see a friend of mine at the bank and he says he can get some good blotter, but I'm going to have to meet him at this party on the other side of Denver. I would have skipped it but my girlfriend loves to trip so I bit and got directions agreeing to meet around 8 or 9.

I should mention here that my girlfriend and I were 18, High school sweethearts, and had just moved in to our own first apartment. We were in love and it was some of the sweetest times of my life .

Anyway, by the time we scored the acid it was 10:00 and getting late for tripping,so we take the acid as soon as we get it.
Well, we're still at this party when it kicks in (kicks in hard) and the hustle and bustle of the party begins to get a little grating so we decide we need to go home and we suddenly realize we've got to drive back across the city.
I had reasonable experience driving on lsd, so we jumped on the highway in a freezing rain. Now we're trippin' very hard with a lot of colors, and the twinkling droplets of freezing rain landing on the windshield are causing my eyes to not to see through the glass, but to focus on the colors and patterns on the inside of the windshield!
At highway speed this is not cool so I gripped the wheel hard, narrowed my eyes and pushed on. I could barely make out the road from hallucination when I finally made the exit, only to have a cop follow me all the way home! When we finally got inside the apartment and closed the door, we fell on the floor and practically kissed the ground, we were so relieved we made it.

The story doesn't end there. It's always a series of unfortunate and unpredictable events that cause the worst acid bummers. Things can build in the unmaintained mind and cause a breakdown in the ability.

Not 10 or 20 min. had passed when we were jarred by a violently urgent pounding on the door... I open the door to a fireman, eyes wide as saucers, telling us we need to evacuate because of flooding. . I thought fuck , that little creek out back?
No way, its like 3 inches deep at most! He says a dam burst or some shit and we can go to this gymnasium/ shelter if we want.
I'm thinking, fuck I just barely made it home and now I have to get back in the car and drive?
So I'm just about to tell the fireman that I'm inebriated and I'm not in any shape to drive, when my girlfriend starts to crying. She just can't take the flood freakout and just breaks down, crying uncontrollably and wants to go to her moms instead of the shelter
( I had already decided there was no way we were going to the shelter) so I agreed. BIG MISTAKE. Her mom made shit worse. Feeding her fears even more. Eventually,my poor girl cried herself to sleep in my arms.

Shoulda skipped that trip...



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lol

 

I have been wayy to fucked up to be able to have a conversaion

words turning into colors and then shadow beings

being projected into space and time fast forwarding

then suddenly stopping..


acid is a hell of a drug

 

Man, not to dis your girl or any other, but what's with bitches always breaking down crying on acid? I've heard a number of stories about couples tripping together and the girl ends up freaking out almost every time.

 

Ha ha. thats happened to one of my mates too. women, pft...

 

At least crying is what a bad trip should entail, my friends cousin, 1st time he does acid, 2 hits, has a bad trip, like really bad trip, but it's like whatever, 1st time on acid and you have a bad trip, you might do some weird ship

Flash forward like 9 months, this kid doses again, this time 4 hits of really good stuff me and this friend got at the Gathering of the Vibes festival, and like, he loses his mind, literally, not bad trip, like he has no control over his mind and body anymore. When he was coming up he kept mumbling random crap from TV commercials(keep in mind there was no TV present), then starts running down streets screaming and crying because he thinks his cousin and his friends are trying to kill him. In the car he's ramming his head into the window. At his house he rammed his head again into the computer monitor and made it go flying off the desk. He kept having moments of clarity too when he'd seem fine, like at one point he was playing guitar with one of his friends, singing the song fine, then just starts screaming and throws his guitar across the room barely missing his friend. And this is just among other things,

And on top of it, he doesn't remember it and refuses to believe he was acting that way, and no he takes no other drugs or anything to interfere with the acid.

Some people just can't pass the acid test.

lol I'm sum it up with how my friend summed up his cousin that night "man all he does is preach peace and love but he has so many inner conflicts he can't find peace himself, failure"

 

a friend of mine was a DJ back in the late 90's when Goa was just getting big. He was offerd everything under the sun all time but only drank and smoked weed no X, LSD, or anything like that,(he has taken alot more now). One night this girl wearing some fairy wings drips something on his neck and said "have a good night cuite".. He told me about an hour after that his turntables grew a face and was talking to him. The bouncer comes over and asks if hes ok, he says no, and it all sounded like the bar scene from fear and loathing, he said it sounded like everything was under water. The bouncer said yeah I can tell you are totaly fucked up but the crowd is loving your set keep it up. For the next 16 hours he was tripping pretty hard

He ended up walking home 10 miles tripping his ass off, he tells me he can remember every step of the trip because he was in slow motion. A very bad first time trip, and because of that he has never really tried acid again, but he met me and now if I can find him some, he said he would give it a shot with me, since I told him what made it so bad was the fact that he had no idea a trip was coming so he freaked out. Point being, dont dose people without their knowladge.

 

that is amazing

 

i think i woulda BUGGED THE FUCK OUT. that sounds like a crazY nightmare. I couldnt handle myself like that just being high from some dank tree, but on acid... thats crazyyy. now that i think about it though, i woulda just told the fireman i was too drunk to drive. woulda waited in the appartment and called a cab

 

PRIMAL FEAR:The awareness that there is an immense force out there that could annihilate you.

Primal fear is one of the coolest things lsd can help to induce. How people handle that feeling is another thing. I believe this is the main reason for acid freak-outs.
The rush of thoughts and feelings can seem overwhelming to the point where some might feel out of control of their mind. Hoffman himself said he thought he was possessed by a demon! ( Yeah, he was a scientist, but he apparently was also superstitious. Go figure.)

Now when you find yourself facing a real threat to you're life while trippin,' that's when the fun begins....

Flash flood in north Tucson

3:30 AM I had just dropped this dude off at his Godfathers sprawling Rancho mansion in the hills of north Tucson. Its raining like fuck, with plenty of thunder and lightning and I get kind of lost on my way back to the highway..
Now, anyone in Tucson knows how cool big storms are. 'specialy when you are trippin'. And I was, to use the popular vernacular " Trippin' balls!"

I needed to pull over anyway cuz the rain was making it hard to see. It was very dark with all the clouds and no moon, the only time you could see your surroundings is when the lightning flashed.
So I'm sitting there, grooving on the lightning and thinking all kinds of cool shit about lightning... when during one of the flashes I notice that I'm surrounded by water!
I am parked on a long, straight road built up three or four feet above the desert floor, in the middle of a flood plain!
Now the water is beginning to come across the road when a rush of thoughts suddenly hits me. Every year, scores of people are trapped in their cars and washed away.
People in this part of the country hear the warnings all the time on television and radio. "During heavy rain, stay out of low lying areas or broad flat plains"
I know I'm a long way from high ground so I needed to get the fuck out of there now! I fire up the car, blast off, but now the water is coming over the most of the road and I'm having trouble keeping the car from hydroplaning. I hit one deep wash and nearly lose control.
Primal fear kicked in hard as I realized the severe gravity of my situation.
I could die.
But just then, in the middle of a sure death four wheel drift, I felt something like a little tickle somewhere behind my sternum.
I giggled a little then and screamed" YEEEHAAA". Then I let off the brakes and just drilled the gas pedal to the floor. This maneuver stabilized my trajectory and now I'm the muthafuckin' "Dukes of Hazzard" blastin' down the road, grinning from ear to ear!
I got my ass out of there and by the time I made the highway my mind was as clear as glass. I didn't even feel like I was really tripping any more, just felt very serene. And happy to be alive.


ZW

 

waving, pulcing sounds have really freaked me out, but not on acid. it was lots of weed (smoked) and blue lotus (smoked and eaten). obviously not as intence but i got really scared and puked in a really packed in crowd

 

Thanks for the responses people, but I want more personal experiences of real freaky situations on heavy trips.
Come on, I know some of you veteran psychonauts got some stories!

ZW

 

Bump... just can't let it go.



ZW

 

Ok here's one. It wasn't me that freaked though. I was 17 and working at a health food sandwich shop in Ala Moana Shopping center here in hawaii called the Haven. I was food prep/dishwasher guy. I had some really good acid back then and was always happy to share. some guy at work thought he was Mr. Hippie or something with his bossy girlfriend who works there too. They were going to see Grateful Dead in Hawaii..this was 79or80. I wasn't going. They knew I had acid and acted like oh cool we want some for the concert. The jerky guy acted like he's done it and knows what it is. I gave him 2 hits. couple days later girlfriend, another girl and the guy come to work and she starts railing on me like" what the hell did you give him? he was really messed up we missed the concert." She was pissed! He looked kinda docile and humbled and didn't say shit to me again. Ever.

This was the acid. One hit felt like too much.

 

oh lawd. i have one from last new years.

basically, the summary was that i thought the place i was at that was having the party, COSM, was an infected whorehouse and everybody knew i found out and was after me.

i ended up running around downtown trying to escape everyone, bugged THE FUCK OUT. like i thought my own friends were trying to fuck me over because they tried to give me a valium to chill out, i tossed it and bounced out. onto trains filled with people that looked like they were out to murder people, cops and military personel. got out in harlem, took like two hours to calm down in this courtyard away from the world, saw it go into this void and crazy shit. then walked like 60 blocks to get a bus home. tripping face for like 20 hours.

my friends said they'd never seen anything like it, and told me not to trip, next month, did, was fine.

and they've seen some shit.

 

Hahaha, some people take acid way too seriously, sounds like this dude didn't take it seriously enough!

ZW

 

Holy shit, a westerner like me who's never been "out east" can't even imagine what it's like getting on a NYC train full of people...while tripping!
I have never ridden a passenger train or subway.
I did ride a city bus once while tripping, but it was in the middle of the day, and only a few other passengers.

ZW

 

Man I've had trips like that. The ones that are that intense aren't really good or bad. I'll just say random stuff really loud, its almost like i feel i need to. But I hate being that fucked up around people who arn't on anything, it feels like their all watching you, and you end up saying stuff over and over like "trust me guys im ok" only to find out the next day that they were actually trying to ignore you.

 

I dropped some acid on hippy hill with a fellow classmate back during the high school dayze. We both had about 3 hits each and it was very strong stuff. We had been driven by a friend to the hill and as she was not tripping herself, was bored and wanted to go home. She drove us to our hometown and dropped us off at a local park. We had a djembe and a large bag of weed so we were more than happy to relax under the stars and discuss the many strange aspects of life. About an hour later I was peeking. I could see the very air in front of me and everything in my vision was gridded out with these lines made of light. I felt I was being shown the mathematical equation for life itself. I was in the middle of a particularly bitchin groove on the djembe when we notice a slew of teenagers quickly exiting the park. Thats when the firework went off. Giant echoing booms ripped across the park and about 5 or 6 large colorful circles appeared and then disappeared in the sky (pretty sure that was real). My friend and I watched this beautiful display and were in complete awe. We then burst into uncontrollable laughter at the randomness of it all until we came to the realization of how loud that firework was and how residential of a neighborhood this was. We decided to exit the situation. Bongo's and backpacks in hand we made it to the entrance of the park and began walking down the sidewalk. We made it about five steps when three cop cars pull up. Two of them get out of their cars, and with guns pointed, demand we get on the ground with our hands behind our heads. This moment I remember with a certain clarity, one of the officers guns was growing comically larger by the second, a dog in one of the cars going NUTS, my friends slackjawed terror on his face, and the siren lights flashing blue and red in waves that bonded and pulsed with the visable air I was talking about earlier. My head began to hurt very badly, I heard this voice in my head screaming at some impossibly high pitch and I was worried that I would faint.
I fought through it and we both got on the ground. They began patting us down. "Where is the gun!?" one asked. "We don't know." my friend replied. "We don't have one." I clarified. "Shut the fuck up!" said a cop with a large handle-bar mustache. They cuffed us both and had us sitting on the sidewalk. I was positive they would figure out I was on acid and that I was going to go to prison for a very long time. We tried to explain to them that someone had lit a firework in the park and no one had shot a gun. But words were not coming easily, I felt like I was really fucking up. But I guess I was at least legible because one of the cops entered the park to look for the remains of the firework. Once they determined it to be true Officer Handle-Bar Mustache got in real close and stated "You boys smell like fireworks." with a wolfish grin. His face was bubbling like a scrambled egg.
I told him that he didn't have to be so mean to us (we later had a big laugh over this) and that we were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. To which he replied "Shut the fuck up!" They searched our bags and found our pot and lighters. I hadn't even considered the illegal drugs sitting right in my bag. "So that's why your pupils are as big as saucers." one of them said. Hah if only they knew. They huddled together and were talking for some time. I felt this icy terror come over me I was sure that they would give me a ticket, call my parents (I was 17), my parents figure out I was dosed, and finally I would be sent to the drug rehab wilderness camp that they had been holding over my head for quite some time. But somehow they came to the decision that this whole thing was a waste of there time so they made us stomp out our weed, "It's practically not a crime anymore"(god bless california), and they went on their mary way. We were left standing there as if nothing had happened at all and my friend began to openly weep.

 

Glassonion! yes! This is the kind of stories I'm talkin bout!:cheers2:

I once got arrested 10 min after dropping some rockin' purple barrel.
I spent the next 8 hours in a holding cell by myself.
I think I freaked out the cops cuz I never made a single peep the whole time. They never offered me anything for lunch, I didn't ask for water or to take a piss.
I was tripping so hard I just sat there staring at the walls. I wasn't worried at all and I was enjoying my trip. At one point the Sargent came in. He got right in my face with these long yellow teeth and said " Boy, if you were on drugs right now I'd have you up one side of this cell and down the other!" and all I could think of is a cartoon beaver.
You know, the Jerry Lewis/ Japanese kind of cartoon beaver.:smilielol5: I could barely contain myself.


P.s. I was 14 at the time.

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