midnight smoker
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so anyways me and my bro were reminiscing about the good old days and he told a story about his first bad trip. so I got to thinking and I couldn't remember ever having a bad trip. So anyone got any bad trip stories
Bad Trip
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closetgrower529
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Have i got the story of a bad trip for you. It started with my friend texting me saying i bought a quarter of shrooms. I have a had a few shroom trips along with an lsd trip and DM tripT. I wouldnt consider myself an experienced tripper but some one with a good idea of what is going on and how to control it.
So me and my friend split the quarter around 4 pm. We started with a usual routine of going to a park and soon after the trip we decided to walk back to our house. I began feeling the trip and noticed myself becoming paranoid and confused. I still cant remember walking in the house but we were sitting in his room when people on the tv began walking out of the screen. I then blacked out again and woke up upstairs in my bed. i remember saying "tomorrow will be different" At this point i thought it was the next day. I climbed out of my loft bed and sat on the couch and tried to smoke a cig. I ended up trying to light the cig with a comb which didnt work. I soon gave up and realized i was still tripping. Soon after a friend came into my room and told me i was still tripping and that it was only 7ish that night. This is when my bad trip "offically" started. He then put the movie "Waiting" in the dvd player which gave me a very unsettling feeling. I sat there by myself and began having strange thoughts about drugs. I pictued my self sitting with a weird overweight guy with glasses who then injected me with a needle. I then tried to take out the "needle" slapping both of my elbows over and over. I began yelling for help and nobody came. I assumed I was in some other universe and had to complete a set of event to get out. Which included going to war, finding a wife and producing a child. I have no idea where this came from. After this i walked out of my room and ended up pulling the fire alarm. My sober friend put me in my room while the FD came. I then began freaking out and thought I was going to die and ended up pulling the chains out of the wall from my roomates loft. I ended up cutting myself because of this. Soon the firefighters came into my room and saw me. They then asked me had I done any drugs. I yelled and said every drug slang i could think of. I had only done the shrooms and smoked one bowl of herb. I was then tackled by 4 or 5 firefighters and put in handcuffs. I thought this was all a dream and began yelling trying to break the handcuffs. I ended going to the hospital and my parents had to come up to my college to get me. In the end I lost some of the most important things to me. Including membership in my fraternity which I went through hell to get. I now live at home and have possilby ruined my chance of becoming an airforce officer because now they know of my drug use due to me going to the hospital.
It was a life changing trip in which I wish i could change more than anything. How is that for a bad trip?
So me and my friend split the quarter around 4 pm. We started with a usual routine of going to a park and soon after the trip we decided to walk back to our house. I began feeling the trip and noticed myself becoming paranoid and confused. I still cant remember walking in the house but we were sitting in his room when people on the tv began walking out of the screen. I then blacked out again and woke up upstairs in my bed. i remember saying "tomorrow will be different" At this point i thought it was the next day. I climbed out of my loft bed and sat on the couch and tried to smoke a cig. I ended up trying to light the cig with a comb which didnt work. I soon gave up and realized i was still tripping. Soon after a friend came into my room and told me i was still tripping and that it was only 7ish that night. This is when my bad trip "offically" started. He then put the movie "Waiting" in the dvd player which gave me a very unsettling feeling. I sat there by myself and began having strange thoughts about drugs. I pictued my self sitting with a weird overweight guy with glasses who then injected me with a needle. I then tried to take out the "needle" slapping both of my elbows over and over. I began yelling for help and nobody came. I assumed I was in some other universe and had to complete a set of event to get out. Which included going to war, finding a wife and producing a child. I have no idea where this came from. After this i walked out of my room and ended up pulling the fire alarm. My sober friend put me in my room while the FD came. I then began freaking out and thought I was going to die and ended up pulling the chains out of the wall from my roomates loft. I ended up cutting myself because of this. Soon the firefighters came into my room and saw me. They then asked me had I done any drugs. I yelled and said every drug slang i could think of. I had only done the shrooms and smoked one bowl of herb. I was then tackled by 4 or 5 firefighters and put in handcuffs. I thought this was all a dream and began yelling trying to break the handcuffs. I ended going to the hospital and my parents had to come up to my college to get me. In the end I lost some of the most important things to me. Including membership in my fraternity which I went through hell to get. I now live at home and have possilby ruined my chance of becoming an airforce officer because now they know of my drug use due to me going to the hospital.
It was a life changing trip in which I wish i could change more than anything. How is that for a bad trip?
