Whats your worst drug experience

Mine would have to be a mixer. A friend of mine somehow got pure DXM(powder) and gave me a couple grams. That same day I ran into some mushrooms that were not from my usual source. Turns out the were a shit load stronger and he said something about them being laced with acid AFTER the fact... but I think it would have went bad being in the trunk of his car in the heat?

First thing I did was snort about a gram of the DXM, and then ate a the quarter ounce of mushrooms. (Stems and Caps) About a hour later I felt like I didn't start tripping yet (I was too fucked up to even realize it) so I ate the rest of the powder (nose was clogged like a motherfucker) and slushed it around in my mouth. As I swallowed I realized that shit usually doesn't move around as much when I'm sober.

I was kinda scared realizing how hard I was peaking(and I wasn't even there yet lmao) so I went to my computer to put on some music. The keyboard was total nonsense to me and my background (A black and white picture I took of a tree in the woods) was kind of intimidating to me. I clicked any icon I could make out which turned out to be Age of Empires 3. I couldn't really work out how to play but it was funny watching the little people fly in the air when the artillery came in. I remember one of them fell on my keyboard. I decided to just lay down for a little while. Cause I was starting to sweat and shake too much.

This was when the peak took me. I remember how hard it was to focus on anything. And I kept noticing this black-reddish liquid that was creeping from my peripheral vision and closing in all around my line of sight. The more I tried to focus on anything the closer the liquid shape closed in. It looked like I was looking out of two little box holes into my room and I had to blink to push it back. I was terrified of going blind.

Eventually I relaxed and my terror was replaced by a calm detached sory of curiosity as to what would come next. Well the liquid fiasco stopped, but my focus was even more fucked than before.

I looked at my Tv and couldn't even see it. I just saw it's colors. I looked at my desk and could only see the color of desk. I entertained the notion that my mind might completely snap from this like I'd seen in those ridiculers "dangers of drugs" propaganda films they showed me in elementary school. (I remember one of them was telling about this girl who died from a Marijuana overdose LMAO.. this is in the 90's mind you)

I digress. But soon even the general abstract image of my room was undicernable. The TV colors blew away like a sudden wind, and the Desk colors blew away.. mixing and mashing into wall color and all I could see was a swirling vortex of color. It made no difference if my eyes were closed or open.

I thought I might have lost my mind, but I was so incredibly calm. I accepted it. I remember thinking "the world is so fucked up... maybe this would be nice. Just watching colors swirl around forever."

After that all I remember is waking up incredibly fucked up, but not tripping. I could tell the only thing still working was the DXM, cause I remember how it felt when I drank a bottle of tussen in middle school. Just times 20. And that lasted the whole next day and didn't wear off until the morning after.

Sound like some made up movie version of a psychedelic trip... but it definitely happened. During that trip I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. But at the same time that sense of calm and acceptance of whatever was to happen to me next was such a beautiful spiritual experience. I'll never do it again, mix such large quanties of as many different things. But I wouldn't take it back either.

Actually, I wouldn't even call it a bad experience. It was equal proportions of horror and beauty, and I feel like I at least learned a lesson on self-moderation from it.



Beat that.

 

17 shots of 80 proof rum when I was 12 or 13.

 

so you start a thread asking about peoples bad drug experiences and then tell us a story that you

thats weird

 

It was pretty fucked up. But in retrospect (knowing that I'm fine now) I enjoy reminiscing about it. And I've been a lot more responsible ever since.

 

Lmao you animal.

Worst drug experience? Taking 5 hits of acid, thinking it was bunk, and then taking even more when it was only my second acid trip. Wasn't a bad experience "over all", but the peak struck me like a brick wall after I had smoked a blunt of some fine greens with these people I barely knew. Felt like I "wasn't there" for about a good 2-3 hours, lots of delusions like thinking the cops were looking for me, threw my weed on somebody's lawn apparently.. couldn't feel my own body, .. ended up wanting to leave the people I were with, which I did. I guess the only thing that made it so bad were the intense feelings of paranoia / panic and fear behind it all. Crazy fucking night. Lol

 

Always, coming down.

 

1.5 STRONG tabs of acid, and over a gram of ketamine was both the best and worst experience of my life. i wrote a TR on here a while back.

or taking ~6 grams of mushrooms instead of 2-3 by accident on a day i didn't even really want to trip...but by the end of the trip i felt reborn in an amazing way


WAIT...


oxycontin addiction/withdrawal is by far THE WORST thing i've ever experience!

...so that.

 

Had some scary moments on salvia, been drunk and/or high enough for it to be rather unplesant... The first time I dexed it was intense as hell and I couldn't even move for a little while, and was like shit I'm ODing and dieing right now... Then realized I was just fine, opened my eyes, and put on dark side of the moon. (It seems like a lot of people have the death problem with DXM... I came back to life tho, it was all good and didn't mess up my trip any)

It was also pretty unplesant when my acid come up coincided with my flu come up... But it wasen't the acid that made me feel bad, it basically killed all psychedelic feelings, and left the COMPLETE SHIT fever in bed feelings.

But good gawd man, why would you take a gram of DXM AND anything else? a gram is a pretty fucking massive dose.... I've never had more than about 450mg, and that was plenty intense... Unless you're really big or something.

 

My worst experience was a mixture of 20+ shots of vodka in less than 15 minutes, 5 and a half bud lights, and 10 or so shots of Southern Comfort.

I was feeling a little cocky that night and not with the best people.

I had a 'bad trip' on LSD once but it was self-induced and I loved every second of it in a psychonaut kinda way.

 

Well shit I know that now! lmao I wouldn't recommend it. I was in a stupor for about 2 days after that. But the weird thing was for like a week smoking weed got me A Lot higher.

 

OP - sounds like a wonderful experience in all honestly lol

 

I was really high at this university and was extremely paranoid and worried I was going to get raped it was ridiculous.

 

As a boy who was brainwashed at a young age with Judeo-Christian beliefs and values, I've had my fair share of bad and even extremely horrifying drug experiences.
I'd rather not go into detail, but I think the worst was off of 3 ecstasy pills

Then there was Salvia but that was so bad that it was good.

 

Alright, seeing as I kind of enjoyed the first one I posted I'll give yall a genuine bad experience.

I've tripped and done some hard drugs without ever really having a 'bad trip'. I've been way too fucked up and had a few rough rides... but overall not one of them was bad all the way through, or too much for me.

But getting too drunk on the other hand...

I was sitting on my couch listening to music and reading a book while sipping at a full bottle of Wild Turkey Whiskey. Eventually the bottle was gone and I felt like I wanted to go to the bar. So I go to the bar and have 3 beers and 2 shots of Wild Turkey, get rejected by the girl I was hitting on, and then bought a six pack and went up to this dudes house to cop a dub of weed.

Apparently I'm too drunk to realize that no one there really likes me at all, and piss a few people off. So I drank 4 of my beers, smoked a blunt and left. On the way home I get slugged in the back of the head. I turn around and I'm in a fight with this big dude twice my size. I throw maybe two punches before three other guys run up and start wailing on me. I tried to fight back but eventually realized I was not going to win, considered the 80 dollars and the bag of weed in my pocket, and ran home.

Now I'm completely shit-faced drunk and stoned and pissed off on top of all that. I grabbed a baseball bat and called up my connect to fight him... even though he didn't have shit to do with the people who jumped me I was mad enough it went down with his friends. So I curse him out, and walked back out to meet all for of them strapped with the bat and a fucking trench knife.

Luckily the police stopped me before I got there... it was bad. I blew a .28 and spent a few hours in a cell. Woke up the next morning feeling half dead and just thinking about all the ways that shit could have gotten real ugly.

Edit: And thank god I had my wits about me enough to ditch the trench knife before I got arrested. Also not legal to carry around.

lol, all the shit I do without repercussion and the only one that fucks me up is the legal one. Heh I am never drinking like that again.

 

Philosophers Stones - first time I ate them, lady told me to take half the dose. I took half and just as I started to feel them I thought ohyeah this is fun lemme eat the rest. So we sit in my living room and watch Taking Woodstock, all is fine and dandy, I really enjoyed the movie on truffles. After the movie was over my husband put on friggin District 9, and I went into this HORRIBLE state of mind, I couldn't sit still, I felt like I had to pee every 5 seconds and kept going back and forth to the bathroom, the worst part of it was when I laid down I kept having visions (not hallucinations, but flashes of pictures in my thoughts) of my family laying hacked up all over the house with me holding an axe. BAD TIMES INDEED.

 

[COLOR]The worst huh? Several hundred trips and not too many that were bad. I tripped with a dude who was the brother of a friend of mine. He totally freaked out and decided he had to go see his cousin who was studying to be an FBI agent. Maybe his cousin could help him stop the madness.
He took my keys in the dorm room and ran out to the car, me in hot pursuit - jumped in my car and drove off with me in the passenger seat in total horror. Over the curb and out on the streets of Tuscaloosa, Ala. we went in a wild mouse ride through commercial and residentual areas - both of us screaming. Somehow he found his cousins apartment - he went in and I slipped away to never see him again. [/COLOR]

 

Not so much at the time. lol

It was a neat state of mind to be gone to the point that the only way I could enjoy myself was to accept the possibility of death or madness. I felt very Eastern at the time.

It was very beautiful once I just let go...

 

Terrence mckenna used to call this his morgue in the sky, and suggested one sings to deal with it.

 

You make it sound like you did something wrong... That's fucked up, you got fucking jumped. That's just fucked up, I have no respect for people who will do that. 1 on 1, sure, maybe... 3 on 1, with a massive size advantage, and that 1 being drunk? woulda served them just right if you'd been strapping and spattered their brains everywhere... That must sound quite ugly of me, but I just think people like that don't deserve a chance at life, if they're going to use their shitty excuse for a life to fuck with other peoples.

/little white boy nerd rage.

But I think it's justified white boy nerd rage. Been there, dealt with that, half a tooth and .75oz poorer for it.

 

Acid (plus a bit of Methylone) at a huge festival in SF called Lovevolution with one of the craziest bitches of a friend (though maybe not the biggest crazy bitch of a friend) I have ever had. My boyfriend was also there. Plus, crazy is a terrible driver. Terrible. Hit two cars. At the time, I was pretty certain a monkey could drive better than her, and still have my suspicions. Plus she has a need to be the center of attention. So we ended up meeting some slightly douch-y (yes, i said it) guys who she was all over. Like disgustingly so. Anyway, we eventually made it home. Parts of the night turned out to be good, but I learned my lesson about taking drugs around crazy bitches. Also, I have mostly decided that particular crazy bitch is not someone who I really want in my life. And now she is dating a meth-head who has been in and out of jail a few times since they began dating and at one point she was pregnant, but thank god, she has poly-cystic ovaries which caused her to have a miscarriage (I know, I might be going to hell for thanking god for someone's medical problems especially when a fetus is involved... But if you knew her, you probably would too.)
Anyhow, I hope to take acid in the future in a more pleasant situation.