Craziest Trips Off Whatever Drug You've Taken

Since there's a 420 thread I thought it would be funny to know what experiences people have had, with any drug. I've had some mad trips..

About to leave for work so can't type it all up but when I get back I'll share the story of my first super high lol.

Anyone else ever had a crazy high?

EDIT: I was supposed to put my story a long time ago. Here it is, one of many fucked up stories, as descriptive as possible!

WARNING: BIG Wall of Text

TLDR: I got SO mashed on weed

It was my friend's birthday and he told me to come along to smoke two fat Js with him and his boys for a night in chilling and Fifa and what not, I was like cool yo! I got there, we went into the shed to hotbox and I got royally messed up. I stepped out of the shed doing the squidward dance in his back garden, slowly jiggling my way back into his house. I knew I had never smoked that much so I decided to stand in front of the mirror in the hallway to see how high I really was.

At that moment, I was in college, watching fellow students walk pass me into their classes. I waved at everyone, saying hello, and then out of nowhere to my right my friend who I was smoking with was floating. I was like 'Tom.... wdf you doing?!'. He was like 'You what mate?'. At this point I became... agitated. I thought my life was a lie and that magic did exist just that it found ways to hide itself from my eyes. So I started questioning life, hard. I looked at him and was like 'Yo how the hell man?!'. He looked at me and was like 'Francis wdf?'. It was in my confusion I zoned out back into real life to realise I was looking in the mirror, and I looked to my right to find Tom sitting on his stairs looking at me with the highest degree of perplexity.

'Yo I thought we were in college... I need to sit down fam!' I said.

I walked over to his sofa reassuring myself that I was still on Earth, watching my feet go forward each step. Then I sat down, still looking downwards saying to myself that this is England and I'm at my friend's place and that I have all my limbs (trying to make sense of the high obv). 'You're fine, so relax' I said...

I looked up... Boom. I was in Egypt and everything was gold and it was night time and a breeze was swaying the gold palm trees amidst the gold backdrop of gold everything. I remember playing Wolfenstein ET on the PC (shooting game war era) so obviously I thought to myself that I've been kidnapped by the Axis forces and I need to find my way back to England. My friend's girl was having a bad trip so him looking worried and comforting her reinforced my idea that we were kidnapped by this one guy who had already started playing Fifa. He was trying to talk to me but I only heard mumbling and fart sounds. I thought to myself that I gotta go into the kitchen and grab a knife, kill this guy playing Fifa who's holding us ransom and then make the brilliant getaway from the enemy base back to England.

Then out of nowhere I heard kids playing in the street, I turned around and looked outside from the sofa, and to my surprise it was day time! In my head I thought time sped ahead and that I was actually a ghost and that everyone gave up the search for me a long time ago because I had gone missing. So I sat there thinking 'Doesn't anyone know I'm at Tom's? Are we all dead? Is that it?! Will I ever be able to go home? But if I'm dead and I'm a ghost.. can I fly?!' So I tried flapping my arms and nothing happened. I was scared, not for the fact that I thought I was dead but because I couldn't fly.

In my worried state, I appeared infront of myself, floating like a deity. I questioned myself, 'Francis what the f**k's going on man?? What's happening??? Am I dead man????'.

I told myself to shut the fuck up and relax. And that I didn't die in the presence of Tom but within 3 weeks fighting dragons. All of a sudden my demeanor changed. I was a super happy guy, at that moment in time I trusted no1 but myself but because I told myself that I'm fine I really seriously believed it and I started thanking myself trying to shake my hand. Then the floating me disappeared into thin air, sort of like an instant transmission DBZ style sort of thing with the two fingers on the forehead and the determined stare into the distance.

That's when the trip got SUPER crazy. I won't type more but I should have a Facebook video of it somewhere coz my friends couldn't believe it so they recorded me. It all involves rainbow road from MK and flying camels.

 

Hm contemplating on sharing lol

 

First, wrong board Second, I'm not sure if we should have a thread about experiences during illegal activities

 

Drugs are bad mmkay.

 

December 15th 2008, my first acid trip. I've tripped many times in my life but the first one was probably the craziest.

A few hours into the trip I branched off on my own from the person I took the acid with (my best friend at the time, who later became my ex girlfriend) I decided that instead of going home I would take a walk around my town. I needed to find a place to smoke the 4 blunts I had rolled prior to taking the acid. (this later became a tradition of mine, rolling 7 or 8 blunts before tripping so I wouldn't have to worry about rolling/packing while tripping face) I decided that the middle school around the corner from my house, which has a hidden staircase and no cameras, would be a fine spot to chill for a few hours especially being that it was 11pm on a Friday. I sit down for what seems like hours, smoking blunt after blunt and cigarette after cigarette enjoying the random visuals that were coming my way. Suddenly I start to fixate on the blacktop beneath my feat. I begin to noticed that the ground was peppered with white spots, unsure of whether it was real or part of my trip. I begin to look into the spots and all of a sudden the white specks turned into stars. A brilliant and sprawling galaxy appeared before my eyes, then suddenly out of nowhere a rainbow forms over the stars and at that moment I decided to look away from the stars and fixate on a different part of the blacktop. Letter-like symbols then began to appear, however the letters would change before I got a chance to read the 'words' that were being formed. I then began to intently focus on one specific part of one of the symbols. I watched it morph and transform into different symbols. As I started to look deeper and deeper suddenly the part of the symbol transformed again, this time into a cartoon squirrel. Yes, I shit you not, a cartoon squirrel. As I sat there in awe forgetting to ash my cigarette the squirrel then says, in a distinct british accent, "hello there, how are you this evening" I then respond (at that moment nor to this day do I know if I responded in my mind or out loud) "I'm doing swell, what's your name" the squirrel then responds with "my name is Fidgey, I hope you're enjoying yourself Dan". At that moment I realized that I wanted nothing more to do with that piece of the blacktop so I lit up another (my last) blunt and started looking at yet another patch of blacktop. At that point a mini cartoon robot named Roberto (Roberto from Futurama which was, and still is, one of my favorite shows!) appeared before my eyes. I watched him walk around the blacktop, before too long more and more Roberto's popped up and began to form a little society. They are socializing, conducting trade, going through all the motions of every day life. I thought to myself "oh wow, a perfect society! Everyone is bonding and getting along great, I would love to live in a world where everyone could love each other!" then, right after that thought, one of the Roberto's stabbed another Roberto. Then, all the Roberto's start stabbing each other. At that point I had enough. I was just finishing my blunt so I decided to light another cigarette and walk home. The last thing I remember from that night was looking at a tree and I saw a muli-colored three eyed snail that was growling (It was the growl animation from pokemon). That, my friends, concludes Dan's first of 30 or so psychedelic trips. I mean, I have a million stories. It's really nothing to brag about, that chapter of my life is over. I'm clean now.

 

Yo that was cool man I'm under influence atm and reading that was delightful. Will edit mine into first post when I'm not too hazed out.

 

I don't care to share my experiences really... Although I will share my favorite place to go!

The first pic is where I hike too, the second is the view from the top!

Spoiler

Both of these pictures are from google images. The head seen in the first picture is not there anymore because it fell a while back sadly... I would share my actual pictures but its far to irritating to get them off my phone; as well as the fact that my last phone stopped working about 3 weeks ago and I lost all my photos...

 

My craziest experience was with salvia. It is not a value changing drug like mushrooms acid or xtc. You don't take it to mature or gain deep knowledge of yourself. You only take it because you heard the stories and you just cannot imagine what it's like. The story I heard was about 3 guys who took salvia together. As two of them had some pot-like experience they asked the 3rd if he would like to come along to the snackbar. He couldn't come though because he became a puddle of water.
So. Interested in knowing what it feels like to be a puddle I decided to meet some friends with experience to try it. They packed me a bowl. Lit it and told me to take it all at once and hold it. It burnt my throat and I couldn't hold it for long and thought there was no effect afterwards. So as I handed the bong back I let myself fall backward into the sofa and I kept on falling forever. Constantly rotating backwards yet somehow always staying upright. Whenever I opened my eyes I felt sober but as soon as I closed them I was back again. My body began to tingle , and the tingles became little ants walking up and down my arms and legs. Not in a bad, but a peaceful way. My limbs then became flat and two dimensional although each limb was oriented through a different dimension. And then i just sat there enjoying being a multidimensional ant colony.

 

While recovering from surgery whacked out on Oxycontin and dilaudid, I hallucinated heavily that the walls could talk, and that there were 747s crashing through the windows of my hospital room.
I, to this day, am terrified of being that drugged again.

 

What if I told you that when you're hallucinating, you're actually seeing a different level of the world

 

I ate a skittle once, never again

 

quote from my first time taking acid - "what if i was gandalf"

the other two times i took it i mainly just saw fractals, most i've taken at once is 100ug, i'd like to try a higher dose some time. and shrooms.

don't do dxm folks, i experienced insane derealization for a few months after a third plateau trip

 

BUMP ADDED MY STORY.

 

There is no way that weed could get you that fucked up. Are you sure you weren't smoking weed laced with PCP? I smoked weed every day for about 8 years and even when I first started smoking weed i never got that high. Weed does not augment reality like you're describing, it just isn't possible to have that kind of effect. Minor hallucinations are possible, I suppose, but definitely not "im in a different country now" hallucinations. Especially not after smoking such a small amount of weed (I know that it has a lot to do with tolerance) Also, you keep referring to being high on weed as "tripping" being high on weed is definitely not tripping. Stories like these make people more tentative about trying marijuana, and also deters the possibility of it being legalized.

Weed by itself cannot induce a single thing that you claimed to experience that night. You were on something else, man.

 

Everyone says this ahahaha

 

If weed is the only drug you're doing and you are experiencing those kinds of hallucinations and delusions then you HAVE to stop smoking weed. You're not only endangering yourself, but others around you.

I've done almost every drug recreationaly, weed is the drug that goes hand in hand with other drugs. Drop acid, smoke weed. Snort heroin, smoke weed. Eat shrooms, smoke weed. It enhances the effects of other drugs. By itself it doesn't cause you to trip.

You even said that at one point you grabbed a knife to kill your friend. Wtf man, weed doesn't do that. For the safety of human life around you must not smoke weed.

 

But...why should he stop smoking weed if weed doesn't do that
I'm getting mixed signals

 

Because it's having a negative reaction with his brain. It's rare but possible. @Moose cited getting hallucinations from opiates. That's an extremely rare, but possible, reaction. So she doesn't take them anymore. If weed is causing delusions, these aren't even hallucinations but delusions, than you gotta stop.

What I mean is weed SHOULDNT cause these reactions. But if it's making this guy literally delusional then he must stop for his own safety and the safety of others

 

Oh, ye, that makes sense

 

Haha yo my tolerance has always been weak, but that was the first time I had smoked that much I kinda expected it to mess me up, not like that though I wasn't prepared for that. It's only got better since then, as in, the hallucinations are wilder when I willingly zone out but I can differentiate between reality and fantasy. But it doesn't take a genius to know that I shouldn't do anything else.

I had salvia in mind once upon a time.. not anymore.