bizarre scenerios

this is a thread where you can breifly explain some bizzare scenes you've been suprised to find yourself in while tripping. im sure we'v all got a few of them.

-once whilst tripping pretty good, i went into a dinner and ordered breakfast only to realize after the meal came that i had no money in my pockets, and that i was going to have to perform the dine and dash....i didnt feel very stealthy walking down the narrowing and seemingly endless corrador of booths.

 

i took mescaline for the first time thinking it was acid,

i had never tripped acid before so i wasnt sure what to expect.

the next thing i knew i threw up ALL over my bathroom toilet and walls and i was tripping balls telling my dad i threw up, then afterwords my friends call me up telling me the acid was fake and they were going to sleep (mescaline takes about 2 hours to come up). I started yelling at them telling them this is the best trip i have ever had and my dad hears me and walks out from his bedroom and tells me to go to bed.

I proceeded to lay in my bed tripping nuts in the dark for the next 10 hours. never freaked me out once though, i enjoyed the whole trip

 

A fall afternoon 1978, Just took three drops of the liquid I was distributing, starting to come up and there is a frantic knocking at my door. I open up and it's Lisa, a good friend. She rushes into my apt. and tells me that there is some guy after her. She tells me she was hitchhiking and this guy picked her up and he was drinking JD and he wouldn't let her out of his truck. She is obviously very scared and is physicaly shaking. She told me that when they were going down the main street in front of my apts that she figured she would make a break for it. So she tells this guy she can get some acid and gets him to pull into our complex. Now this apt complex spans an entire block and I lived at the back and she had him pull into the front lot off the main blvd. She said that when he stopped she said " I'll be right back" and got out then bolted through the complex and came back to my place. I guess he tried to follow her but she lost him, or so she thought.

About 10 mins later I hear a horn blowing outside. I could see the back parking lot, it was only about 30=40 feet away from my bedroom window. I look out there and there is some drunk asshole standing by his truck blowing his horn and yelling at the top of his lungs. I have her sneak a look out and she nearly shit herself and said that was the guy. She started to cry and shake even worse. Next thing there is this pounding at my door and I tell Lisa to lock herself in my room while I answer the door. It's this asshole demanding to know where "his girlfriend" is. I tell him he's got the wrong place and he says that somebody told him she went into my apt. I tell him they're wrong and shut and bolt the door. He goes back down to his truck and just sits out there looking up at my apt.

He stayed there for about an hour before he comes and pounds on my door again. By this time I am very high and starting to get really pissed, and Lisa is hysterical. Just then a friend of mine, Don, was passing by and went up and asked him what was wrong. Don had this uncanny knack for being able to diffuse drunken rages in other people, almost like "the drunk whisperer". He managed to get the guy to settle down but he insists on coming up to my apt again. I see Don out there so I open the door and this guy starts going on about Lisa and starts asking me if I have any acid for sale. I tell him I've got no idea what he is talking about, even though I had 2 vials and 150 hits of blotter and a half pound of hash in the next room. Don tries to get him to leave but he pushes Don and starts to get very loud and I could tell it was going to get violent soon.
So I did what I've unfortunatly had to do a couple of times. I shut the door for a minute and then open it again and asked him to leave and not return. He starts to call me a fucking asshole and starts to make his way into my apt. That is when he noticed the unmistakeable sound of a pump action 12 gauge loaded with 00 buckshot rack a load into the chamber. He stopped dead in his tracks and noticed the shotgun I was holding aimed right at his guts.
He stood there a minute, I said "LEAVE", he looked at Don, who said "I wouldn't push it man" and then made some remark about how Lisa probably wasn't a good fuck anyway (not true ) and left. When he got to his truck he started to throw the empty JD bottle at my window until he saw the shotgun trained on him, so he smashed it on the ground and got in his truck and took off never to be seen again.
The whole ordeal took around three hours.
I tell Lisa he is gone but I want her to stay the night to be sure. So Lisa, Don and I smoke a bowl or three of hash and kickback the rest of the night.
That was the last time Lisa ever hitchhiked. It seems this guy had her for over four hours before she was able to get away. I doubt I or anyone else would have ever seen her again if she didn't get away when she did, dude was very creepy and verrrry drunk.

Crazy but true.

 

^^^ that sounds insane especially tripping hard

 

i remember starting off in a taxi and watched the back seats turn into some type of limo slowly.It was redicuoulously fun.

 

I went to a Shoney's in Gatlinburg, TN after a glorious day in the Smoky Mountains.

Well we walked in right at 12 midnight, and I guess they were closing. But the manager didn't tell us that, he sat us anyway and said the buffet is closed but we can order off the menu. It was pretty funny because he was Scandinavian and he spoke English in an extremely awkward manner. Turns out almost everyone that worked there was from another country. Soon we also realize that all the employees there are pissed and they hate the manager, and the tension grows. We then hear what we presume to be the cooks, arguing with manager which was obviously about us, extremely loud. Then right in front of us, the manager and 2 of the waiters go at it in some other language, arguing fiercely, and by then me and friend are freaked out but still really amused. The manager doesn't even comment about it to us, he just angrily fills up our drinks and asks us how our day was and word for word "how do you like your.. our new, turkey club?!"

Now we are the only ones in the restaurant, the employees are vacuuming and cleaning shit up all around us, turning off lights, the manager is arguing with every person that works there, and we are sitting there still tripping balls. When I started eating I suddenly realized there was another room inside the restaurant with people eating in it also. It was weird because it made me feel better about the situation, but my friend kept saying "what the fuck are you looking at?" I would say " those people are still here eating, I think it's no big deal". He laughs and says, "There's nobody fucking in here except US, man". I look around, and holy shit, he's right. And not only that, but not even the employees are inside. Well now I'm half terrified, half about to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Then I see through the glass windows that the manager had basically lined up his employees and was yelling at all them outside the restaurant, but we could see right through the glass window and they kept looking at us. Needless to say, we ate fast and got the fuck out of there, laughing the whole way back to our hotel.

 

crazy storiesss.

for me, this moment wasn't that ridiculous i guess but it was just the most random thing that could've happened that night...
my now ex-best friend and i were tripping pretty hard, and we'd ended up having to push his car all the way down this deserted street by ourselves (i'm a 115lb girl, he's maybe got 10 to 15 lbs more on me) while coming up, and we make it... took forever, my shoes got ruined from the car pushing me back down the hill, etc.
anyway, we walk a good ways back to where my car is, it's freezing outside, so we hop in the car and go drive to waffle house to get some coffee.
we run into one of our friends in the parking lot, and he IMMEDIATELY knows we're tripping face. no hiding it. we part ways for my friend and i to go inside, then the other friend calls me, says to run across the street NOW.
we run outside, and run across 6-7 lanes (it's like 1 or 2am, not much traffic at all) and the whole deal is that it's a goodyear store, and all the tires are rolling across the street and into ditches and shit... we're just like WHAT THE HELL
and cops start rollin up and asking if we did it or what's going on... so we spend the next like 45 minutes with the cops rounding up tires and bringing them back.

just weird.

 

haha i got a good simple one.

i had eaten some really good acid and some friends wanted to buy some 3 hours into my trip. the actual process of selling them lsd was so strange lol.

 

ive got a good one, will post later.

 

Lived in a '58 chevy station wagon on Maui and some friends lived on a big trimaran in the La Haina harbor.We decided to go to Hana which is way North and east of LaHaina on the east end of the island. We had some windowpane and weed and our group consisted of myself, 2 other hippy guys and a hippy chick from New York.It's a beautifull trip --there are pools with waterfalls on the way and we stopped to swim and drop the psychedelics and smoke some. When we got to Hana ,which is small but definately a tropical paradise,we parked my home and walked out on a promontory of rocks that stuck out several hundred yards from the beach and the girls proceeded to strip and sun bathe.We all were flying pretty high by that time and I and one of the other dirty hippies decided to smoke a fat one to mellow out a little.Just as I had it to my lips,two cops stepped around from behind some rocks,looked at me and just shook their heads.They kept going to where the girls were and got them to dress and we were all to follow them off the rocks and into the little town.When we got to where we were going ,there was a small building in which the front was a courtroom and behind the judges throne ,there was a small office.As it turned out they could see us quite plainly from the little court house and that's why they came out to get us.We were about as high as you can get and I was somewhat paranoid--I didn't know what they had in mind,but I was certain it wasn't going to be good for my health and welfare. One of the cops said,as he was shaking his head"what are we going to do with you people--you can't just come here and get naked in front of the whole town?What happened next blew my poopies away---the girl said "you mean you guys don't like to see a nice pair of tits",and she jerks her top up and lo and fricken behold--they were beauties!!I, of course,thought we were immediately going to jail--but unbelievably the cops turned red,started laughing and said "get the hell out of here"!!They didn't have to tell us twice and we started out into the little court room --hastily.This girl was something else--on the way through she grabbed the statue of lady justice --the one holding the little scales and we hit the car and motated swiftly out of town.The drive was fantastic as the road turned into a giant ,shiny mirror and I could see clear under the car and a thousand miles ahead. I hung with those folks a little here and there ,but in those days hippies came and went and most of the time you didn't even know their names.Good times.Hope they remember me like I remember them--wherever they are.My car's probably still there.I left it at the airport with the keys in it when I left.

 

^^fucking epic

smith as well

 

Thanks--got a million of 'em.

 

YEP, us old farts do have a tale or two.
Like the time I was getting some liq and a previous customer returned to complain to the dealer that his liquid was no good. Well you just don't do that to bikers in San Fran. They popped the dropper of the vial and held the guy down and emptied the vial into his mouth and told him come back in week and say it's no good.
Good times, Good times.

 

haha--he's probably STILL lookin' for 'em!

 

Ya know as I sit here and replay some of the crazyness I've been involved in, used to deal with a lot of hard core bikers, Angels and Heschens, even though I was relatively young I realize, Damn I'm kinda lucky to be alive. Three times had to pull out a shotgun to get somebody to leave, twice had a shotgun in my gut, one knife to my throat, and a pool cue swung at my head, robbed of stash twice, once at gun point once at fist point.
That's just what I personaly was involved with, not to mention the shit I've seen. (You know it can take a full five minutes for a person to black out after having a pool cue broken over thier skull, twice!)
Now I remember why I got completely out of the dealing scene back then.
:cheers2:

 

One time I got in an elevator in Waikiki that was full of tourists dressed in bright ,garish colors and I thought they were talking but their mouths were like puppets with their jaws rapidly flapping up and down going babababababababababa.I was overwhelmed for a couple of minutes and just backed up against the back of the elevator and tried to straighten out the swirling colors and the crazy babbling.Fortunately for me,the ride was short but seemed like an eternity at the time.Thanks again,windowpane.

 

There was the time I was at a friends and we were all frying, sparklets bottle full of wine and 25 purple microdot, and I suddenly decided I needed a little nooky. So I left and walked down the block to Paulettes apt who was the fuck friend of the summer. Whole other story with her, me 16, her 22, good times, good times. Anyway I get over there and she's not home. Well I'm drunk/frying and decide to take everthing on her front porch, BBQ grill, potted plants, assorted little outdoor knick-knacks and pile them all up in front of her door. That wasn't enough I thought so trying to keep from pissing myself from laughing I took the garden hose and weaved it in and out of the stairs (she lived in the second story) going up to her door. I'll show her to not be home when I'm horney.
I went back to my friends and partied some more.
Thenext day I vaguelly remembered doing something devious at her place so I went over and when she started to go on about what some asshole did and how it took her almost an hour to get inside it all came back to me. I kept my mouth shut as I laughed my ass off internally. I don't think she ever found out it was me.

 

Me and my best mate embarked on a trip ( i was 15, he'd of been 14 then ) anyway we took off at his house, and half hour later set off for our old hang out spot ( rugby / football stands ) it was an hour into dark allready so we thought it would be quiet down there ..

We got settled in the rugby stands, rolled a few joints and sat back to enjoy the visuals, we laughed and spoke about the universe etc .. and i watched as lovely colored spirals spun about in the sky as i listened to goa trance on our sony walkmans, anyway after 3 - 4 hours we were getting a little cold with being sat about on wooden benches in mid autumn fresh weather so we decided to have a walk to a friend's house of ours to get a warm and smoke a few j's with some new company ..

So we get to the corner where the gate is and we just couldnt find the gate, we had been going there for a couple of years allready and theres only 1 gate in and out of that playing field.
We laughed and fell about trying to come to terms with how crazy it was that someone had removed the gate and just replaced it with wooden fencing, leaving behind the rugby field and stands with no way of entering them.
So i said why dont we just climb over ? yeh thats it my mate said .. so i proceeded to climb up the 10 ft fence, my mate laughed frantically as he couldnt find the strength to even climb up, so i got up and had a one leg on one side and one on the other, my mate gets to the top aswell and i look to the side we're wanting to be and my muddy shoe is resting on someones shoulder, so i look properly and there a whole rugby team stood there all sporting green and white rugby jumpers and green shorts, my mate looked as i sat there in total disbeleif, and he laughed so hard he fell back to the side we had just climbed from, i held it together as much as i could and said " sorry mate " and jumped over and shouted my mate to hurry and get over, he bumbled his way over the fence where i awaited him, with the rugby team all stood looking at us, ( must of been on a training session ) he made it over laughing constantly, and we made off down the track to the main exit, and we questioned whether it realy happened or not, all the time laughing harder and harder, we then worked our way down the road and thought buying a bottle of pop from the shop would be a good idea, and as we were both trippng realy hard we thought it best that only one of us go in to buy it, half hour later we where still deciding on what words to use when entering the shop as not to look strange.

My mate decided to say " Hello shop keeper " because that would seem normal .. haha, he got 1 foot in the shop door said it and just absolutely melted into insane laughter, pure no cares in the world type of laughter, and we just knew that we couldnt do it, so walked off to our other mates house.
Its maddnes to think somthing so normal could be so hard to grasp ...

 

oh crazy tripping stories...

one time me and my friend were tripping at my house with just us two. at one point we walked outside to get some fresh air when after a few minutes i saw a light between some trees with some faint talking that sounded like a swat team talking over loud speakers. 'dude, do you see that light over there in between those trees?' 'yea' he said. 'do you hear the talking?' 'yea...' he said. we both began to wonder why on earth the swat team would be raiding a house in our neighberhood, because that is absolutely what it looked and sounded like. so we eventually forgot about it, and relaxed in the evening breeze.

after a minute the breeze really began to pick up. then, if you can imagine, dozens of cars drove up to our house, and lit up the entire place. like how the swat team would drive up to and light up a house at night time if they were about to raid it. but the strange thing was, there were no cars! so here all of these really bright lights just 'drove' up to my house and lit up the entire place, right at the same time as the breeze started to become really strong. we heard some yelling similar to what we had heard earlier, that sounded like it was being transmitted over a loud microphone. more and more lights began to come up and just completely illuminate the place. we ran inside really quick, freaked the fuck out.

'dude, i think it would be a good idea to stay inside the rest of the night.' we both said.

^lol

 

Lovin it especially the shotgun one and the topless beach dwellers.

Keep em comin.



I'd contribute but other than thinking I was gonna be in the middle of a convinience store shootout nothing really strange has happened to me lately, or for what I can remember ha

I wasn't tripping then which is why it's not an applicable story although I was pissing.

EDIT: my pants that is.