Too much is too much.

Here's something that happened not too long ago that I can't get off my mind.

Sounds like something from the movies...


A couple of friends dropped some acid last Saturday, as they tend to do... I went out with them... went to explore some nature, and so on... it was nice...

Anyhow, I went to a party afterwards... but one of my friends, Joe, apparently started freaking out later in the night. He thought that the police was after him and that he will get arrested.

Everyone thought that it was just a bad trip, ya know... tried to calm him down... nothing would work.

Next day we see him, and he looks like bloody death... pale as shit with buggy eyes. Talk to him, and turns out that he somehow managed to convince himself that he never actually took acid and that me and all of my friends hate him and want to kill him.

He hasn't snapped out of it yet. It's crazy... pretty much has occupied my mind for the last week. He's a great guy, a wonderful drummer.... a tad on the quiet side, but still very friendly and usually happy. He's a completely different person now... extremely paranoid, hateful, and pretty much gone.

He's dropping out of school now, and his parets are considering sending him to a looney bin. There is some distant schizophrenia in the family, and some people speculate that the pretty damn strong lsd triggered it. I myself still hope that he snaps out of it.

It's crazy... one day a person is there, and the next... poof... they're completely gone and think that you're trying to kill them. Really does make you respect the drug even more.

So yeah, there's a story for you. Never thought that something like this could happen in real life to someone that I know well. I just can't figure out what exactly happened... he has tripped a couple of times before (even though this was some really good acid and he took a good 3 hits), everyone else who tripped turned out fine, and he never showed any signs of him having a bad trip (initial confusion, anger, and so on) until it was apparently way too late to bring him back.

Any thoughts?

 

Wow.


My initial reaction is...he already has tendencies. It's not like dropping acid alone could have caused this.

Sorry it happened, man.

 

Its just a matter of the ability to pull yourself in and out of the sticky neon web between the levels of reality. The dream, the waking, the awakening, the bizarre and backwards, and so on. This actually happened to me once, however without the thoughts of being plotted against in this serious of a situation. I was on mushrooms, Aura and I, and I couldnt tell if I was awake and tripping, or on the floor dreaming about having eaten mushrooms and going completley insane. I walked outside for some fresh air hoping to cool my head, and it wouldnt stop. I was watching time unfold in fast forward, then reverse, and when I would replay the scenes I just watched I was unable to control anything, like my mind was saying "dont follow through with the visions" and the body wouldnt resond. Thats pretty much when I accepted that God has us preprogrammed.
Any way I went upstairs to another apartment building where my childhood friend and his group of people were tripping on the same mushrooms, same amount and all, and from the top of the stairs I heard him and his girlfriend saying all kinds of evil things about me from behind their front door and laughing about it, calling me a loser and a gay and pathetic, junkie, etc. So I walked back in the house and I confronted Aura and told her something along the lines of "I cant tell if Im still dreaming, or if I ever even fell asleep but I need to lay down and focus" and eventually I pulled through and came to terms with my inability to remain conciously in control of myself.
HOWEVER! There was several scenarios I played through my mind, considering that I thought I was dreaming, I figured this is a nightmare and like most nightmares when something so out of this world frightening happens, you wake up and your ok. So I started envisioning taking a steak knife and going to the local gas station and start stabbing people at random, and once I run after a cop with the blade he'd shoot me dead and Id wake up. And in all 100% honesty I was very close to following through with that, because I thought that it had ALREADY happened, and I was in time reverse mode again and would not be able to stop mysefl. Obviously, Im plenty seasoned with psychedelics and was able to at least remain calm and still, not acting on violent impulses and supressing extremely violent and near psychotic tendencies.
I wont even begin to get into what I saw of God that night, Id be here for years trying to wrap words around that business.
LSD and magic mushrooms are no joke, even when you cant stop laughing.
But thats probably why Im drawn to them like a moth to a lamp.
Namaste

 

that was my initial reaction as well...

for his sake, I hope he snaps out of it....

 

Yeah, he just never really showed the tendencies... must have been something latent. He is a completely different person now.

I just feel like finding out what caused it. This modern society plagues us with wanting answers.

 

That's a fascinating experience John. Sure am glad you didn't go out stabbing people.

I've had several odd experiences with LSD, but I was always aware that I'm on the drug... no matter what. He just couldn't pull himself out of the web, as you say.

You have experience with psychedelics... what do you think could have caused it?

 

he should have stuck to the nature walk...if you're tripping face the last thing you should be doing is partying...that sucks though, i feel bad...

 

I have no clue what "modern society" might mean. It's just a resentment clause.

But had you said "life plagues us with wanting answers", you would have produced a great quote.

 

Honestly? And I mean no offence to your friend at all Pavel, but it appears to me (of coures I know nothing other than what youve shared with us all, so I can very well be far off the mark here) that your friend has suffered from some kind of paranoid, delusional state of mind in which his ability to relax has been completley shut down. Over-shock of the subtle electricites which power the mind and body, if you believe in that sort of metaphysic life force, chi, prana, etc. He was fried through and through and the mind recoiled to a place not too different from the mothers womb, only he is finding the nothingness, the emptyness of it, rather than a comforter.
But that's just from my own experience of trying to run from my fears, like I said I cant really judge your friend without knowing him but it seems this way to me. Basically, he's cracked man, as sad as that is if it be true.
Namaste

 

He didn't go to the party, I did... he just went to a house with some friends and smoked some pot and listened to some drone.

The way he kinda managed to tell us... he apparently started freaking out while we were still walking around in beautiful nature... and that wasn't more than 2 hours into the trip... so he had a good 6-8 hours of pure silent freakout.

 

I don't have any kind of experience with psychedelics, but it seems like its gonna be something that will be stuck with him for a while maybe forever...He should get help.

 

Hmm, well... you can clearly see that we live in a world that is only satisfied by proven facts.

Shows like CSI are extremely popular. We already doubt religion, and are starting to doubt the benevolence of science and technology.

We want answers... more than ever.

 

Or to quote Thompson : 4 hours or so of a hellish introspective nightmare.

 

It's just that before it was the spook under the rock instead of a virus.

But anyway, this has NOTHING to do with your friend.

 

Yeah, that makes sense to me. He really seemed like someone suffering from PTSD the next day, and the over-shock makes sense.

But yeah, he's cracked. Even if he does come back, I'll probably not see him again. Terrible... best drummer I've ever met.

 

That sucks man, I'm sorry. It's actually happened to a few friends of mine, some of them close ones too, almost happened to me too, it's fucked. They're almost never the same even if they do snap out of it I hope he gets better though.

 

holy fuck dude!
thats TERRIBLE...i remember 5 years ago when i had a summer of such high anxiety and depression...that i was teetering on the egde for awhile there...i very nearly went insane...i totally identify with pure silent freakout...

 

If you plant ice, your gonna harvest wind
Sorry to hear about your friend Pavel, I'll be praying for him. Healing vibrations maybe be BS but it's better than nothing, right?
Namaste

 

One hell of a nightmare.

He was just sitting on the couch, chillin'...

But inside his head we were making fun of him, calling him names, and plotting to kill him.

We tried to talk to him the next day and there was no convincing the fucker that he was on acid and that it was all in his head. I think that it was religiously real to him.

 

Hmmmm....

I took some bad acid about ten years ago... about four blue gel tabs... went to a fair and don't remember anything from then on of the "real world"- woke up almost a week later in the hospital, my mom and nurses standing around me... I was in this world of a circle, which represented all good and bad, pleasure, pain, neutrality... EVERYTHING that exists... all at once... yet slowly at the same time- at the same time I was a clown on stilts and two "forces" were trying to control me before I crossed a finish line.... I finally got ready to cross the line, figured out the meaning of life and the "circle" right then and woke up.

It bugged me out for quite a long time... I couldn't smoke weed... my boyfriend from that time... well I couldnt really be around him for a while because he freaked me out.

But other then flash backs, I was fine... eventually the flashbacks and the fear diminished and I took the lessons to be learned from my experience and have been all the better for it.

But even though I love mescaline and mushrooms, I HATE acid to this day.

It can be quite the dirty and disgusting drug.