so i dropped acid before school, forgetting i had been written up the day before. so here i am second period, minding my own business, and a pink slip comes for me, i immediately go into robot tripping mode and use the power of the acid to act as normal as possible, make my way downstairs, mingle with security, and have a conversation with the lady in the office my mom knows.....i take a seat in the waiting area, my palms are drenched, pupils like sheeps, and i cannot tell wether anything im witnessing is reality, such as the variously disproportionate stuffed animal mascot lions positioned about the office, so i realize i need to calm down or im fucked. i manage to pull myself together and walk into her office, sit down, discuss my detention for being written up the previous day, and leave like it was no bodys buisness, i beleive it was one of my worst acid situations.

what are some terrible situations, actual or hypothetical, that you have experienced while dosed?

Broke my last cig on an 1/8 of shrooms. Shit was terrible. :(

Dropped at some chicks apartment with like 10 other people, next thing i know theres a knock at the door and three junkys run in and grab this dude and start yelling shit at him, then they beat him down and one guy pulled a knife and stabbed him, then they ran out.
It was fucked, we all had to bail cause the cops were on there way and this dude was moaning n' shit.
Turns out the guy fucked them over, soled them $1500 worth of shit speed which was supposed to be really good shit.

Acid + some mushrooms, tonic/clonic seizure in concert parking lot -> ambulance ride -> 5+ hours in the E.R. tripping face.

good times.

Oh yeah, to OP -- I say it all the time, and I'll say it again. Tripping during school is just a bad idea, plain and simple.

Dude, I took this thirty minute hike up this one hill and fucking forgot my lighter. I almost cried.

I say it all the time, and I'll say it again. Tripping during school is just a bad idea, plain and simple.

yeah its a waste of acid, but i just wanted to experience it

I was on shrooms with 8 reds and it got down to one and i knew i was buying smack alittle later (it was the beginning of summer last year and we wanted to kick it off right) and i was so torn about what to do even on such a thing like only having one smoke left. Does anyone else waste all there cigarettes when tripping cause you forgot to actually smoke them. I had about 5 reds in the coarse of 2 hours and maybe smoked one full cigarette drag wise. For some reason just having a lit one in my hand made me feel better.

As for acid I've never been in a creepy spot but the only times ive ever tripped were alone and in the woods at 2am. I dont know how i managed to not feel terrified with every footstep. The worst situation was walking back from the woods past my parents room. Usually my dad wakes up every hour to piss since he has diabetes. For some reason he didnt wake up once that night.

I've also watched the movie fraility on acid. You'd think it'd bug you out but it was really deep. Then i watched it sober and realized it sucked

there has to be something here....

I was at JMU and after all the parties were over i decided to eat half my eighth of shrooms.

Then i realized i had no cigarettes and I NEEDED THEM. I felt torn on the inside, like nothing was right and it NEEDED to be.

so i hiked all through harrisonburg va looking for gas stations...

well i didnt find any, and got approached by a cop but he just asked me how long i had to walk and i said something like around the corner and he said be safe or something..

but anyways as i was walking back to my friends appt. i found a un smoked cig on the sidewalk.

the greatest relief of my life to date which is retarded.

I had a vial of acid on me. My friend and I ate a couple hits each and were smoking grass while driving a way too fast to get to his apartment. A cop coming the other way saw us and turned around to pull us over. My friend sped up trying to lose the cop, while I lost my shit. I ate all the acid. We managed to get away and get back to his apartment, where I took a bunch of xanax and watched CNN for a few hours trying not to freak out.

That is your worst? Wow, your lucky.

Mine is stupid. I managed to get a hold of two and a half hits of what I learned to be the best acid I've ever had. Well, my wife had to work the next day, which left me the job of taking care of our son if he woke up in the middle of the night. Normal shit. Well she tells me she didn't want me to do the acid, because she didn't think I could care for him while tripping balls.


I told her I knew what I was doing, and that if he DID get up, it's just a matter of sticking a bottle of milk in his face and that's it.

She goes to bed, I dose up, feelin good, comin up etc. I start to get to my peak, and all of a sudden, I'm like wait, I'm having a hard time even walking around without running into shit, how the fuck do I take care of a baby?

So I sat in front of his crib for the next hour FREAKING out praying to god that he doesn't wake up. Just wigging out. PLEASE stay asleep PLEASE!

Then all of a sudden, WAAAA WAAAA!

And that snapped me right out of it. I jumped up, and was almost damn near sober, and was able to feed him just fine.

Just a simple, I'm worried, from my wife was enough to give me a pretty bad trip, but it was all good.

Though, looking at his face after he went back to sleep, I saw some things I'd just as soon forget. I can't even bring the idea of what I saw to this keyboard without freaking out thinking about it. I won't say what it was, because it still scares me.


Would I do it again? No. Not because it was hard or scary taking care of him, no, that was fine, I snapped right out for the moment and did my fatherly duties, but if there is even a slight chance of seeing that same thing in his face again, I won't.

I dosed at a hotel/waterpark place on 2c-e recently, wasnt really bad except for cops walking around all night. My lil bro (11 yr old) was hanging out with me and my trip partner, my mom kept walking in. Somehow she showed up with this obnoxious loud drunk lady,they gave us beer and jagerbombs, the lady later called us at like 4 in the morning and asked if we wanted to smoke. Tripping in hotels is fucking awesome, especially those tacky patterned carpets, they make for good visuals.

No bad things have really happened to me while I've been tripping.

I suppose the worst would be when I was driving in south St. Pete and ended up circling this one neighborhood about 3-4 times and kept driving by this trap house with all these dope boys out front, they didn't look too happy with me driving by every 5 minutes.

That wasn't even bad though, I eventually figured out I needed to stop turning left and only left and needed to take a right.

I ate about 15 freshly picked shrooms and was tripping balls. I was watching this girls dog and suddenly its eyes bugged out and started drooling and shit. Turns out the dog has seizures but man I was staring into that dogs eyes for a good 10 min until my friend saw what was happening. He said the look of pure terror in my eyes wanted him to gouge out his own eyes so he didnt have to see the expression on my face.

oh yeah acid. xmas of 06. 3 hits for the first time and right when We are peaking the power in the entire town goes out for 8 hours (started at 2am)

Tripping in hotels is fucking awesome, especially those tacky patterned carpets, they make for good visuals.

That's one of the deciding factors in hotels I choose :)

Some hotels have really fucking psychedelic carpets.

That's one of the deciding factors in hotels I choose :)

Some hotels have really fucking psychedelic carpets.
Movie theaters have trippy carpets too. I've seen a few that had me thinking I was tripping for a second, despite being totally sober.

i went to my friend's school to drop off some cid. I happened to be on 700 mics at the time. There was a girl he was supposed to introduce me to, well, he realizes i'm tripping face and suggests we "go sit down somewhere" so i agree and he leads me to a certain hallway and throws me into a crowd and yells to someone "GUESS WHO THIS IS", i'm peaking at this point, and then i realize that this is the girl who i'm supposed to go on a blind date with. Not fun. It doesn't sound like much, but it lost me another chance with a pretty girl.

I ate about 15 freshly picked shrooms and was tripping balls. I was watching this girls dog and suddenly its eyes bugged out and started drooling and shit. Turns out the dog has seizures but man I was staring into that dogs eyes for a good 10 min until my friend saw what was happening. He said the look of pure terror in my eyes wanted him to gouge out his own eyes so he didnt have to see the expression on my face.


that made me laugh. don't know why.

that made me laugh. don't know why.

FUCK MAN, FUCK. I JUST FRIED THAT DOGS BRAIN WITH MY MIND.

FUCK SHIT FUCK.

Hmm why does that sound familiar?

Hmm why does that sound familiar?

Happenned to me in Feb or March of 2002. I may have posted that story here before.

yeah ive watched CNN for very long periods of time whilst tripping.

but by far the worst place i have taken acid was 2 days out in the colorado rockies. me and a buddy set up camp at hte bottom of a semi large ridge, we climbed up to the top, ate 3 hits each and watched the moon rise. we deicided that it was shorter to walk down the opposite side of the ridge and walk around the base of hte mountain to get to camp. by the time we hit the bottom we are both tripping balls, and then we realize we dont know where the fuckthe trail is. so we are wandering though this neck high grass and we come across a trail. as were walking down it we start to hear some rather large objects rustling around us. i was the first to spot it, a herd of elk, i shit you not, we were in the middle of a fucking herd of elk, so we try and keep our cool, but end up screaming our lungs out and sittiing in a tree with our knives out all night. by far the most terrifing experince of my life. we eventully came down and were able to find the camp site. so to everybody, never ever eat acid while backpacking

Codems-That sounds fucking awesome man!

Why were you terrified of elk?
I love nature when I'm tripping.

nothing really bad has ever happened while tripping...

my first trip was with one of my good friends, it was about 2 am and we were tripping hard... we decided to go on a little walk... about 200 yards from his house on the way back we hear a car coming up behind us... my friend looked behind us and said "shit, a cop"... when i heard that i almost bolted for the bushes... but kept my cool and he drove by and parked in his driveway, and we just kept on walking... he was an out of county cop so even though there are curfew laws i don't think he could have done much... still scared me a bit....

Happenned to me in Feb or March of 2002. I may have posted that story here before.

oh nah, its similar to what happened in cheech and chong:)

cause there were tons of them, they are very large in person, and i was already freaking out, and being in the middle of a herd of elk sure didnt help

This was now 7 days ago. My girlfriend and I were having a great trip, and everything is cool, we were starting to mellow out and we decided to go grab some ice cream. So we get our ice cream and we're on the way back home when we pass this shady looking negro. Said negro pulls out some kind of silver revolver, and comes at me with it saying, "alright, whatchu got?" Then his buddy came up the street with a smaller gun, maybe a 9mm or something. So they have us pinned up against the wall and they're going through our pockets saying, "wheres the fucking money??" We didn't have any money. So one of them pistol whipped me in the side of the head, and I immediately sat down stunned as they told my girlfriend to keep looking at the wall. Then they ran off. They got my pocket knife, and my girlfriend's cellphone that they couldn't even use. I think I was very lucky to have a hat on, it saved my shirt from getting soaked in blood and probably cushioned the blow. Anyway, I spent 5 - 6 hours in the hospital waiting for them to staple my head, and all I got was 10 lousy percocets. But man, when the guns come out, you sober the fuck up QUICK. Thats my worst tripping experience. I just got the staples out a couple hours ago. I hate philadelphia.

Not too long ago, during the home stretch of a lucy experience I was disconnected from myself and was practically left to experience what I like to call the void. At one point I felt that everyone and everything within my life, was an illusion just to keep me alive. For a greater purpose? I wouldn't know nor did I care. I was scared. At one point I was so gone that I wished for it back. The automated existence that we all experience day to day. I prayed, and asked whether it be God, or Thor for their influence, their control over the whole situation. The beauty and simplicity of it all.

Life is like a running computer with sustained power and updates. The software is constantly being rewritten and is always open source, though sometimes even reverse engineered for the mere curiosity and desire to learn more about it. Hence free will. It's a bold feeling, especially when the surge of what I now think was the Holy Spirit vibrating up my spine, and into my tongue; like a spectrum hued ink, that tasted like how it looked. My vision of what my familiar reality had been given back to me. I was alive, again. Reborn now with knowledge that even if it isn't true, you may think it is, and that is true.

There was one time at school I had just had a smoke and asked my stoner friend for a piece of gum. He gave me two tridents that looked like they had been unwrapped and wrapped again, and he had a huge smile on his face once I started to chew them.

I already knew what had happened, because he gets a kick out of giving out drugs without the person's knowledge, and he told me afterwards he had dropped 3 hits of acid on each piece.

I really didn't give a fuck though, I was bored.

It didn't really hit me until I remember we had a fire drill that day. It was unbelievably intense, I just sat there in my class, dreading the moment the horrible bell would ring and send my mind into a chaos. This was at the peak of the trip, but I was stuck in a time loop where my thoughts would echo and repeat themselves over and over and over and over again.

When the fire bell finally did ring, I actually pissed myself a little and ran out of the classroom in a maniacal fashion, without lining up.

I didn't even return to school, I just ran into the forest and sat on a rock smoking and trying to chill the fuck out, but once the initiating event occurs, its almost impossible to stop it unless you are incredibly mentally strong willed.

A fire drill doesn't even sound like that much, but sometimes on acid a little thing can be a gigantic deal and freak you the fuck out. Looking back it would have been smarter not to eat the gum, but whatever.

girl i know had slight pains in side of stomach few days b4 ,then trippedd the fuck out on like 2or3 blotters got severe pain in side and had to go to emergencey room right away, had to get a cat scan or some shit in that big crazy machine,poked,examined,then was shot up with some diladud,know one even knew her and her boyfreind were fucked up at all with pupils fucking huge,and they left a full syringe full of dilaud out with them alone we think to see if they would take it,probley just parinoid or were they?











and dude above me your story sounds like bull shit to me , and its not even that bad why were you scared again like some 1 would just give out 3 hits of lsd for free,if thats true you have some genorus friends

and dude above me your story sounds like bull shit to me , and its not even that bad why were you scared again like some 1 would just give out 3 hits of lsd for free,if thats true you have some genorus friends

Do you have any idea what psychedelics can do to your mind?

I've had a horrific experience that really sticks out in my mind. I was being an idoit and thought a mass 2c-t-7 trip in the middle of the woods at 3 in the morning after closing at my job would be a great idea. It was rainy, foggy, and dark in the middle of the woods with two others tripping with me and one sober. I was trying to be a badass and snorted 25mg of t7 while the other two did 20mgs. Not the brightest idea in the world either. I started to vomit profusely like I always do after snorting that shit and the vertigo and visuals hit me like a speeding train. I'm bent over holding my legs and I felt like I'm right side up spinning around and around. I mumble that I can't do this in front of them and the sober guy walked them back to one of the tripper's places. This left me alone in the foggy dark on my first dose of 25mgs and my first dose outside.

I get ahold of the trip eventually and start trying to walk down the nature path back to my house. Then, I got hit with a head trip like no other. I became the fucking fog and watched my stupid drugged up ass hobble down the path. It went to a blinding light and a fucking demon appeared calling me into his void of nothing. I whited out, but kept on my feet for an unknown amount of time. I see the demon standing in front of his portal of brightness and then faded into the darkness and mist. I have no idea what happened in that time frame.

I get back to dragging myself to the concrete bridge which turned into a fucking tree root and the sidewalk going up hill became the trunk. It was like one bizzare treehouse. I then saw this little creature with a leaf on its head. It kind of looked like a pokemon in truth. The closer I got the more I could tell it wasn't real, but more of a digital esque out line of a natural thing plastered onto a man-made base.

I finally got to the top and was so happy to be almost home. I got up into the housing and my vision just shattered. I mean it was like someone took a hammer to my glasses. It rearranged the shattered pieces and it took me forever to figure out what was what and which way I needed to go. I must of looked like a fucking idiot with my head tilted towards the sky and to the left, but it was the only way I could attempt to see where I was headed.

Now my house is in my line of sight after what feels like an eternity, I run to it like I was returning home from war or something else that could scared me out of my mind. I get to the front door and get my key out. This was hell in a whole new fashion. I played with the key and trying to fit it into the lock. It took me a while, but I eventually got it. I turned the key and the door wouldn't budge. I turn it the other way to make sure I didn't fuck up and it still wouldn't budge. Okay, maybe the dead bolt was locked, I thought. Well, at that point in time I tried to pull my key out and unlock the dead bolt, but I couldn't get my key out.

From there on out I didn't say a word, but it was like spouses fighting one another on what they should do. I kept turning my key back and forth, giving up, walking away, and then coming back to repeat the cycle for about an hour. I finally got the fucker out to my relief, but I was too afraid to attempt it again. So I sat on the bench out side my house until my sister left for school that morning to her surprise.

All that time on the porch, I down talked myself into quitting drug and becoming a "decent" person. I went all whiney bitch and spewed my guts and secrets to my mother. Got yelled at, waited until everyone left, and smoked some weed laughing at my stupidity.

That was more than I meant to write... fucking insomnia...

TL;DR ~ 2c-t-7 is one mother fucking hell of a drug that should not be toyed with or snorted for that matter because it burns like no other.

^ Wow, tripping alone is one of those things I'm not ready for yet, I mean when it's acid or some strong psychedelic.

Kudos for having such gonads to handle a trip like that all alone in the woods on a damp foggy night. :D

When the fire bell finally did ring, I actually pissed myself a little and ran out of the classroom in a maniacal fashion, without lining up.

I didn't even return to school, I just ran into the forest and sat on a rock smoking and trying to chill the fuck out

This made me lol, hard.

and dude above me your story sounds like bull shit to me , and its not even that bad why were you scared again like some 1 would just give out 3 hits of lsd for free,if thats true you have some genorus friends

I live in BC dude, everyone out here shares with everybody. Especially friends.

And as far as it not being that intense goes, well I guess its just something you have to experience for yourself to understand the virtue of it.