your SCARYEST experience!!

what has been YOUR scaryest experience on shrooms??

mine was the second time i took shrooms. i was with LOADS of people in a small room. the room was lite red and there were flashing lights everywhere...(it was also my room)
everything started fine then people started getting scared and soon almost everyone at my house was on the floor crying!!! everyone was in little world of there own and scared of everyone else!!! still fun in its own way...

 

I view bad trips as more informative. Never had a "bad" experience, per se.

 

HAHA you mean little fucker, with those lights and shit im sure everyone would be freaking out of their minds, and if it was your house im sure that all the people you did it with you probably was their first time or havent dont it that much just like you.

 

Oh lord do I have a good one. A long one, but a good one. It is also my most humiliating one. The setting is a series of parties and cars last New Years and the dose is 5 grams. Yeah, you know where this is going.

Three of us were in a car heading to a party which we were just going to be at for a little bit and then head back to our friends house to properly trip. At first I ate an 1/8, but then there was a fatty 1/6 that needed finishing off so, with a do or die mentality I chowed it down. On the way to the party there was already this bizarre omen. Before we were even tripping, there was this gigantic red moon that looked like Mars. We were all profoundly effected by it.

So we get to the party...not really tripping yet. Great body highs. 30 people there. One of the guys goes and plays pool. Another one and I just sit by the fire place kinda isolated but in a geek out mode for 40 minutes. There was a psychic link with all of us trippers, and it never stopped being hilarious when we were called pussies by some of the girls there for not drinking. Still good vibes though, not hit very hard yet. Then a girl came up to us and wanted us to smoke her up so we went back to the garage to blaze. Then things got wierd.

I remember going there and laying on a mattress, and then as far as I can tell I lost my visual ability. I remember being very confused as cold objects were placed in my hands and I was prodded around back and forth. It felt like I was in a maze for hours. I later discovered we were stealing beer and I was being used as a convoy.

So we're done with this task, and we get into the car. Again, no memory of any vision whatsoever. Then we get to my friends house. I'm in the backseat, so they put the chair infront down. I push it back up, and crawl around in circles in the tiny car trying to get out, on the verge of a panic. Eventually I find my way out. Observers report it took twenty minutes.

We go into my friend's house. Finally I can kick back and listen to some music with my friends and enjoy this, right? Wrong. There's like twenty people at his house half of which I don't know. First thing I do when I get in the basement is curl up in a ball on the floor. They ask me if I want to sit down, and then I stumble over to the couch and collapse with half of me on the coffee table. My vision turns into a gigantic hole and gets smaller until everythings black.

Terrible memory after this point, and of what I do remember the chronology is all fucked up. I remember feeling very alone and isolated. At some point a few drunk girls came to amuse themselves with me and I kept losing my glasses. I was rolling around on the floor and put my shoes in the garbage can. One of the girls primitive maternal instinct kicked in and took it upon herself to care for me throughout the night. Not helpful! Freaked me out!

Eventually someone had the idea to put me in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Bad idea. Friend's dad was home. Luckily, he just thought I was real "juiced up" but was confused when I refused to puke in the toilet and instead stared at the mirror for five minutes. He led me into a bedroom, but he could never appreciate how unable I was to comprehend what he was asking of me. The idea of laying in bed made no sense. I eventually I did, and this is when I believe the truly scary part occured.

To sum it up I would have to call it existential psychosis. I've experienced glimpses of this before, and I suppose Tim Leary would classify it as anxiety before ego loss or something. I've never felt it so intense though. Such severe ontological chaos and cognitive dissonance. It was a radical confrontation of the self. I remember looking back on my life from the perspective of myself at 70 and regretting everything. There was a spiritual terror that I've never felt before. It's totally different from the fear of physical harm. Because the things I was afraid of don't rest after death. I thought I was already dead, and that moral consequences were gone.

I eventually crawled out of this hole - though I was still tripping balls - and went downstairs. A few awkward encounters with people that couldn't appreciate my situation followed, with me just saying "Hi, hi, hi.....hi, uh...hi...hi..," those being the only words I could manage.

After this the fear was mostly gone. I took a shot of vodka which helped to cut through the visuals and almost allowed me to get some sleep, but not quite. When I went to bed later I found myself in an environment inhabited by aliens and indians, and I became conviced there were alien burial grounds nearby. What a night.

 

ehhh tripping is fun, never blacked out or anything, experienced minor anxiety ... The worst experience I ever had was to make the choice between chilling with my good friend or chilling with the woman i love... lol... sounds retarded but definately made my trip kind of sucky. Set and setting play a huge role in keeping your trip in check, but you play an even bigger role. Experienced trippers can keep themselves composed in most situations.

 

I have never had a bad trip on shrooms, but I did on acid once. and it was scary. I don't feel like I should tell the whole thing because it's an acid story and not a shroom story.

 

go for it...

 

I took 4 hits of some blotter and my man and I went to this local fesitval that used to be cool, but all the dumbass kids from town invaded it and they blast hip hop from thier cars, too many teenage girls get drunk and puke, guys are rowdy and mean and it's just not a cool scene like it used to be. Anyway, I have this ultimate fear of puke. So of course as I peak, someone near me was hurling in a really nasty way. My head convinced myself that it was running everywhere and I was being flooded in puke. People started shouting at me for some reason (or maybe not I don't know) and I got really scared. The leaves sounded like bones under my feet as I tried to run away into the woods and they turned INTO bones in my eyes. I sat down all alone and I looked at my arms and my skin cracked and flopped off leaving my arms looking like blood and muscle and tendon all packed together (like it would if the skin really fell off).

I gathered myself up and got over it pretty quickly but for about 45 minutes I was out of my mind. I figured the skin and bones thing came from my head because I think of puke as being corosive and I thought it was chasing me.

That was the worst drug experience ever, but I was strong headed enough to snap myself out. I don't trip around pukers anymore!!

 

One time when I was about 12, me and some of my friends snuck out to the beahc in toronto to do some shroomies. We had just finished smoking a dube on these rocks at the shore and were walking back up to the boardwalk when we noticed something swining from one of the life gurad chairs. We walked up to it and held a lighter to it. It was a friggin fish head. Someone had tied it there and it was still pretty fresh. We were kinda freaked out so we walked down to the next chair and sure enough, there was another fishhead. We were so fucked... wwe thought it must be the mob or something... keep in mind we were 12. So we kept walking down the beach. When we got about 100 feet from the lifeguard house, we could tell something was wrong. There was toilet papaer or streamers strewn across the tower at the top blowing in thew wind. It was really freaky. When we got closer we realized there was someone standing alomst at the top of the tower, all dressed in black with his arms in the air so his body looked like a T. He wasn't moving and I think his eyes were clsoed. AQll the streamers were blowing around his body... it was super trippy. Then all of a sudden, he popped to life and bent his whole body and stared right at us. We fucking ran sooo fast.

 

dude, what the fuck was that freak doing?

 

I dunno, dude, and I wasn't sticking around to find out. we talked to some lifeguards the next day and they just said someone broke a window and they found a bunch of stemers on the life house but they didn't know what the were from. Nothing got stolen either. It was pretty messed

 

seriously i would have actually died if id seen him, serious horror movie stuff!
and "headymoechick" rank! what a horrible trip. i hate it when people throw up on trips! on my scary night almost all my floor was covered and people just lay on top of it all on blankets....RANK

 

shit! thats fucking creepy! i would have ran home and locked the door behind me! that was like some sort of horror-flick script.

 

I can't top that story, i dont think

once i took a hit of mescalin just before i got on th subway, because it was only a 10 minute ride, but the train got stuck in the tunnel.

The lights went out and stayed out for an hour, and i started tripping halfway through, in a crowded subway car in pitch blackness.

then some jackass starts feeling my ass in the dark.

Creeeeeepy

 

well, it wasn't exactly frighteneing but it was weird...

I was watching tv and on every channel someone would have flowers. Every time I'd change the channel, they'd kinda pass the flowers on to the next channel, so someone on that channel would wind up holding them, or they'd be on a table or something... sometimes the flower type would change, but mostly they didn't.

 

heres a good one very stupid of me but what else is new i was at a concert at clutch cargos with a few of my buds we were smokin a lil bud, like everyone does there, and i had taked about a 1/8 of shrooms a bouncer saw us smoking and i started running i thought i was getting away when i ssaw he had the back of my hoodie anyways ... well u know how shrooms can fuck with ur head? well when i got kicked out i didnt realize i could of just waited for my ride, instead i got i ride home with 2 random people from lansing and to make it worce i got us lost .. i just remember siting in the back of there car thinking i wouldnt even get home

 

Once I took a bunch of first time shroom trippers up to a mountain top. A group of five college kids that wanted to try them and I agreed to help em' out. Way out in nowhere. Well I handed out some shrooms inside this tent we'd set up and everybody ate them. Things were going great and after a few hours the trip really set in. All this time we'd been sitting in that tent. Well, I get up to go outside because the tent is getting way too stuffy for tripping. They refused to come out of the tent with me. I spent my entire trip wandering around in the woods trying to figure out how to get the people in the tent to come out. I'd leave and come back and poke my head in the tent. At first I was communicating with words "C'mon guys, it's alright" after a few more hours it had been reduced to simply sticking my head in through the door and grunting. Then I started seeing mandalas in stones and I'd bring them back as enticements to the people in the tent. By the time the dawn broke there was fine collection of rocks and sticks outside the door and I was halfway down a cliff face trying to retrieve more. My entire trip was totally focused on getting them to come out of there. In a way it's funny because I'm sure having my head pop in every half hour or so, grunting, and dropping rocks outside the door wasn't what they were expecting. I'd love to hear the story from one of them as their first time tripping. Yeah, there was this guy that gave us all shrooms, and then.....

 

.... and then element7 realized what thread he was posting in thinking it was 'funny' experience. lol, I'm an idiot. But that guy on the lifeguard house, yeah, that's some freaky stuff.

 

Nice one, man.
You're silly.

 

took some shrooms at the detroit electronic music fest (DEMF/the movement). was cool just sitting down by the detroit river and watching the clouds but as we were walking around, too many people and crowds and i started kinda freaking out because the festival is free so all these crackheads and bums crawl outta the cracks of detroit to beg (if anyone ever been there, they know what i mean) and i started feeling really bad for all of them, i mean, real bad. and felt bad that i was so well off and everyone started looking real creepy... then saw some guy with his hand all bloody and bandaged up (not really there, thou according to a friend). but i came down in an insanely good mood. weird.

btw, tenaciousjackk..yeah another michigander! i seen "clutch cargoes" in yer post. i live nearby in oxford. (well, leonard actually, if you know where that is =)