on anything. Any amusing experiences welcomed

unless it's something really heavy, don't use that SWIM shit, it pisses me off

Swim.

pussyhole

Acolyte

Also wtf is a pussyhole? Isn't the pussy.... a hole? Are you 10?

it's a UK insult. don't worry your empty little yank head about it

To regain some lost embarrassment for my country [thanks cyka], pussyhole is a really lame "diss" that originated amongst black gangs in the cities, and 12 year old white chavs.

we got it. ;)

it's the same anywhere.

cyka: go away, you're too young to be on here

nah man, I'm chilled. And not 12. whatever.

anyone wanna get back to the topic at hand or should someone lock this thread down

Lock it.

It was created by an acolyte.

You all are seriously being immature twats. He's new to the forum, who cares, its a fun topic. Probably been done countless times but now people who missed them can give input. Christ.

Yet we are on post 11 and not one person has posted a wierd trip....Not even the OP

This thread FAILS

So? That isn't the OP's fault. (the others not giving weird trips, not him, that is his fault)

So I guess I should start off.

My first third plateua DXm trip made me leave this world and come back, thinking I was awakening, hurrying to go to school. When in reality it was two in the morning. This happened like three times.

I remember tripping on acid and going to see a friend who had kidney failure at the hospital and it seemed like the person we asked to take us to the room lead us down thirty endless halls where the doors automaticly opened and shut like star trek felt like they were going to trap us in a hospital chamber or something with alarms going off.
then we seen the friend and I was intensly empathic towards her and still looking at all the machines sure that the enemy was about to mount an attack

very weird hospital trip while not quite enjoying lsd-25

Haha, you tripped when visiting a friend in the hospital? Thats funny.

took some e at first then smoked some weed. i had never done the combination before. long story short. my brother turn into a demonic blue lizard with yellow eyes. and i saw a halo come from the sky while the window was open. i then heard a voice come from the sky that said "god is wrong report to hell immediately" no bs. i went home after that. then at night purplish versions of noob saibot where jumping in my window. after the night was over i would see small things at the corner of my eyes. i also would hear non human vocals. i cant even explain the sounds. it lasted on an on for about six months. id never touch the combination of weed and ecstasy again.

saw my friend being searched by the dea when i was on e/shrooms. except there were no dea agents, he was just digging through the back of his car. i was like 20 ft away

PCP. 'Nuff said.

54321

salvia, everything became made of multicolored cigarettes

...faggot.

...faggot.

Haha. For real, If you want to make up an extreme trip report don't use a "demonic blue lizard".

Ive taken loads of acid in the 80s, peyote buttons, wide variety of mdma pills, but the weirdest by far was my first time with salvia...20x, by myself, about a 1/4 gram in a glass waterpipe, I took 1 huge hit, held it, exhaled, took another...I came to kind of twisted on the couch, legs on the arm of the sofa, with all the bongwater spilled all over me. I felt as though gravity had shifted to sideways, and i was slipping quickly into another dimension, so quickly in fact, that it scared me. I wasnt ready for the intensity of the drug, or how quickly it takes effect. Ive since learned that this isnt a party drug, and the legality of it is in no means a description of it not being a potent drug...nothing to be taken lightly, at least for first timers.

Probably right now, IV foxy methoxy and i had few lines of mdma.

What would you call that, a foxy flip or what?

Salvia once I suddenly left the room I was in(not physically), after noticing the doors disappear, and was in the shire among the hobbits...

Very strange trip indeed.

&T is not here for your personal lulz. Go gather a hundred posts and then come back with real threads.

I dunno I guess there was this one time when me and my friends ate a large quantity of LSD and went to the park at 1 in the morning. We were laying in the grass and this cop pulls into the parking lot and spotlights us. Me and my friend were both on probation, it was past curfew, and we had all kinds of illegal shit on us so we just started running for the foothills, ditching our knives and pipes and shit the whole way. We lose the cops so we were sitting on top of this hill catching our breath and laughing our asses off I don't really know why but I wasn't scared one bit but once I got to the top of the hill I just felt ALIVE and that's when I really started frying. The sky was doing this rainbow Japanese rising sun thing and the ground was fluctuating in waves like the ocean and the cheat grass in the hills was dancing it was fucking beautiful. We spent the rest of the night roaming around the hills and playing in mud and I haven't taken acid since then because I know NOTHING could ever top that trip.

My trips are always weird. It goes from garden gnome attacks on salvia to tripping on 2c-t-7 so hard I became the other gender. I don't think I've ever had a "normal" trip. They're all fucking weird.

you changed GENDER?

you changed GENDER?

Yeah, I was laying on my bathroom floor naked holding my balls in the fetal position rocking back and forth for a good 45 minutes before I said, "...fuck it, it's just a drug..." Then I went on with my feminine self and walked around a bit. It was mentally shattering to say the least.

Edit: That's what I get for snorting T7. You'd also be surprised how much of you is based on your gender. It was like a rebirth from hell.

i'd have to say the times i've tripped on salvia have been the weirdest (not really intense but just weird) Like that time there was a giant octopus alien thing that was outside of my house and became part of the house. And when the aliens tried to launch my brain into outerspace, and when I was just a plain old wheel on one of those western-style wagons...

Ok, second post. WARNING this post is going to be long as fuck, and about certain parts of my life, so if you don't care about my experiences or my life, just skip right over it. But, if you'd like to read a story about how my life went from putting a loaded gun in my mouth everyday, to fulfilling my wildest dreams, then by all means, read on. Fuck this is going to be huge.

It all started a long time ago, and a land far far away, known as middle of nowhere bumfuck indiana USA.

I met a girl, she was 16, and I was 19. I moved in with her two days after we met. That's how well we hit it off. We were madly in love, and just knew we would spend the rest of our lives together.

Well about 6 months or so after we met, I got into a horrible accident in which my right leg was mangled so badly I spent a month in a hospital bed, had to relearn how to walk, and still use a cane to this day.

Well, that kinda fucked things up. It ended up with her having to work to support us while I could do nothing but sit on my ass at home, like a bum. I brought in some money, but no where near enough.

Well over the course of the next couple years, we made plans to get married, but eventually she decided that she wasn't ready for that, and kept putting it off and putting it off. This made me miserable, and made me feel that it was because of my leg, and lack of earning power, which made me feel like less of a man. Never good. So I tried to compensate by going off the deep end on any guy who even looked at her. Never good. I was so worried she would leave me for someone with two working legs and a job, and pretty much expressed that fear to her.

Bad idea, kind of a self fulfilling prophecy. Anyway, one day, actually two days after the 4th of july, we got into a huge fight, HUGE fight, but it ended with me saying fuck this small town, lets go to chicago and start our lives over there. I can find a sit down job, and our lives will change.

So we packed up all our shit in a uhaul, and took the risk. Well, we got there, and were having trouble finding temp lodging that would also accept our dog. It ended up with her crying, and convincing me to go back to our town, so we go back there, and it was already too late, our apartment locks were changed, and we had nowhere to go.

So we stayed with some of our family back and forth for a while, the fighting got worse and worse. We ended up getting back on our feet, got another place to live after a few months, and I thought things were going back to normal. Boy was I wrong. She started to wonder what else was out there, and who can blame her, she was only 16 when we got together, and was 20 when this happened.

I couldn't accept this though, and fought it tooth and nail, trying as hard as I could, playing any card I could think of to get her to stay. Over the course of the next 6 months I moved from city to city trying to take my mind off her, always ending up right back with her in the end. Well, during one of these stints, she got locked up, and I took it upon myself to move right back there, get a job, and get a place to live for her to go to when she got out. She finally got out, and I thought it was one of the best days of my life, but it only lasted two weeks.

It was at that point I knew I had to do something drastic, but I was scared, and didn't know what to do with my life. Stick around there with her around town? Leave with nothing to nowhere and risk everything? WHAT TO DO? She got me kicked out of my apt (the landlord made me agree not to let her live there, but I did anyway, so I got das boot) and I ended up having to move back in with my mom, with her, which lasted only a few days. She went back to her moms.

My mother and I got into a huge fight over nothing (really, it was nothing) and she called me a faggot in front of my friends (yeah, I am bi, and didn't want them to know, homophobes that they were) at which point I knew I couldn't show my face around there again.

So I had some cash in my pocket from my last paycheck, and I took every last bit and partied my ass off. Fuck it I said, I have nothing to live for, no where to go, I'm enjoying life while I can. I spent three days on booze pot benzos meth and anything else I could get my hands on, while sticking my dick in any pussy that would open itself up to me.

At the end of this bender a friend of mine said he could get mushrooms, which I jumped on. I ate four grams of these bad boys, and after puking, proceeded to go into my own head. I am told I sat there for hours making strange gutteral throat noises the whole time.

But in my head, it was YEARS. I lived an entire other life, and in it, I had the girl, we had a house, we had kids, we had jobs, and everything was the way I thought it should be. I mean I LIVED this life, YEARS of it, go to work, come home, fuck, party, play with the kids, and do it all over again. This was another universe that I lived in for what felt like literally years.

But the thing was, I wasn't happy. I was still miserable as fuck in this world, despite having EVERYTHING I wanted. I don't remember how it ended, I just remember coming out of it, and my friend still freaking out in the corner, not even knowing who I was. Anyway, on my stumble back to my mothers house, I realized something. Everything started going down hill once I moved to that town. I had feelings before that the town was inherently evil, but now was convinced it was the root cause of all my problems.

So in the 5 minutes it took to walk back, I had made my decision. I would go back to the city I lived in before I ever met this girl, and I would act like none of it ever happened. Kind of a cop out yeah, but stay with me here. Anyway, I gathered up the money for a bus ticket, stayed at a friends house for a day or two and then another friend from a local bigger town came and picked me up, I stayed there a night, and then caught a grey hound bus from there to here.

I lived on the streets for about a week, sleeping behind stores, in woods, rail road tracks, abandoned buildings until I found some old friends from years before. Stayed there about a week until I found some family who oddly enough had just moved here a couple months before.

I moved in with them, and pretty much just barely existed for about six months, trying to figure out what to do next. When all of a sudden, on a local meet up site I saw a picture of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.

I made it my one single goal in life to meet this girl. I found out I knew some of her friends, and asked to be introduced. Well after a couple months of doing the dance, I got her to go out with me. To make a long story short, I stayed with her one night, went back to my cousins, then came back to stay another night, and she told me, you know you can never leave now, you are stuck with me, which was just fine with me. She was, and is amazing.

Well anyway, I professed my love one night in a drunken stupor, and she reciprocated.

A few months after that, she was pregnant. And now, my 4 month old son that I've always wanted is sleeping in the next room, and my life is exactly what I've wanted ever since I was 17 years old.

I am going back to school, and getting my life back on track. And oddly enough, the college by me offers a drug design program, the exact subject I've desired to study on a serious level for years before. I should be starting next year. We will be buying a house in a couple of years.

My life since that trip has changed more than I ever could have imagined. Things have gone my way in every way possible. I have everything I could ever want, and it's all because of that one single trip. It's like a fucking story book man. It's like someone else wrote it. But I swear to you, every last word is the gods honest truth. You can't make this shit up.


I've done mushrooms since then, and the effects have never been the same as that night, or the same as they were before that night. There is no hellish introspection. All I see is golden auras surrounding everything I look at. I can feel the energy the beautiful energy coming from all things, living and nonliving.


The End, or really, The Beginning.


So, give it a shot man. You have some things to work out, and I can't promise it will end up like my trip did, but no matter what the odds, whatever terrible trip you might have, if it turns out like this, it's totally worth it.

I think I am going to save this to a file, I end up telling this story every few months, and get tired of writing it all out.

I hope this inspired some of you.


EDIT: I'd just like to say, Allison, if you happen to read this, I am sorry for everything, and I hope you find the same happiness I have. I hold no ill will towards you and I do not blame you. In fact, I would be a totally different person had I never met you. Thank you for everthing. I wish you nothing but the best despite our differences, and in case you were wondering, the dog is doing just fine, and she protects little Joey like nothing I've ever seen before. She's a good dog, and thank you for convincing me to get her in the first place.




That's my craziest trip ever. Update, we are now two weeks from closing on our very first home purchase, and our son is almost a year old.

yay stupid noob!

Haha. For real, If you want to make up an extreme trip report don't use a "demonic blue lizard".

im not lying troll face

My last mushroom trip.

Never again.

Thats a lie