Your Craziest Drug Experiences

I'm always fascinated by peoples trips and weird shit they did.

I've only done acid a few times in my life a long time ago, but jeeesus, the 2nd time I fuckin' FREAKED out.

It pretty much started when I made the mistake of walking into an arcade an actually tried to 'play' Street Fighter II.

I swear to god, I must have walked up to the machine to 'challenge' a guy that was already playing - put my quarter in, grabbed the joystick and when it said 'FIGHT' I just stood there confused.

The there were some weird hippies in a drum circle and my friends who were also tripping decided to start dancing around to the drums - I freaked out again and ran home on foot.

Then I got home and went to take a leak and I swear to god I PISSED MUD. Ugh.

Oh yeah, I also remember walking around in San Francisco the first time I did acid - and we walked by a fire station that had the achronym for 'San Francisco Fire Department' - when he saw it he looked at us and asked:

"What the fuck is 'sffd' ?" (actually saying as one word 'sffd')

and running around naked.
my friends still like to bring it up -- sigh.

almond wine, then falling down a mountain side in sicily.

ouch that was a trip, but no major injuries.

the mother of all hangovers.

what's acid?

0n edit: 2 l's in falling

Maybe the time I got really stoned and posted spacey messages on DU?

and sitting on a blind curve, at night, with our car lights out...man we were lucky.
I have never had a bad trip, and I am still waiting for those flashbacks that they promised me.
Night diving off of Maui, tripping my brains out...the most surreal experience of my life.

two very enjoyable experiences that I cannot even imagine combining(although i can imagine it was extremely beautiful)...i hope you had a trustworthy and non-tripping dive buddy on that excursion.

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I did once...once. When I laid down to go to sleep, it felt as though my body was oscillating up and down. It was BIZARRE.

Only mine was alcohol and some allergy medication it was still mixing depressants with stimulants. And my body did feel like it was on a rollercoaster (literally) while I was dreaming.

...the other two peeps I did it with had both done it several times and both agreed this was the BEST they'd ever had....even takin' only a HALF hit...lasted for well over 12 hours....anyway...as soon as it was underway...we watched THE WALL....and after it was over we were trippin sooooo hard we couldn't listen to any more music or watch anything...so we're sittin' there and all three of us were havin' THE EXACT SAME auditory hallucination....we kept hearin'....FLY TO....FLY TO...FLY TO....fly to.....fly to....fly to....fly to...it was WILD!
:crazy: :crazy: :crazy:

My jaws were KILLIN' me the next day as you couldn't pry the SMILE of o'my face for 10 HOURS...the last couple hours all I wanted was for it to STOP!! :D

although the most surreal was the 2AM motorcycle ride from Dekalb back to chicago.

I was actually flying...
and in retrospect, I'm lucky to have made it home unscathed.

the most 'beautiful' was the time we took some mescaline and went walking thru an amazing michigan forest on a wonderfully crisp and clear autumn afternoon....i came very close to believing there is a god.

...thinking that the guy I was dating at the time was turning into a werewolf before my very eyes. A few minutes later I was convinced that he was Satan.

He did turn out to be an asshole.

was playing his bass for a while and it looked as though he were trying to choke the bass and his hair and beard were growing...
he's not an asshole though *lol*

"My acid trip was more intense than yours" but when I thought my boyfriend was turning into a werewolf it wasn't just because his facial hair seemed to be growing, his whole face seemed to stretch out the way they do in movies about werewolves these days. Think "The Howling" or "An American Werewolf in London". It was REALLY freaky.

he went back to looking pretty normal...
I have pretty good control and I kept telling myself not to freak; it helped!
Glad you got rid of him!!

glow in the dark bubble bath body paints, and after we had played in the tub for HOURS, I swear...and drained the tub, there were remnants of the glow-stuff clinging to the sides of the tub, and in the dark, all the little bits started moving about and became a video game, but we weren't playing it *LMAO* we just watched and watched...
Later we thought the house next door was on fire, but we could not see flames...it was just the way the streetlights shining on the house were 'moving' rather like the Northern Lights...
we had a collection of fun toys for the evening: kaleidescopes, lava lamp, one of those wave-motion thingies with colored oils in it, etc. so those were fun...
and nookie. lots and lots and lots of nookie. set a record...hee hee!

Ok fine, a legal drug story.

I have a rather severe dental phobia (and a needle phobia as well). So a visit to the dentist entails a visit to Mr Happy Gas (for the dentists protection as well as mine). Anyway this particular visit was on an election day. My friends accompanied me and afterwards dragged my drugged out carcas to the polls.

This is where the fun begins. I am in the stratosphere still. Semiconscious but enough to start getting uppity about the issues. Having no recollection of the entire event but am told that even in my completely wasted state I was able to convince someone to change their vote on some issue. All the while my friends were trying to hold me up as I stumbled around. Somehow I made it into the voting booth and back out on my own. I have no idea what I voted for.

voting habits? Sure would clarify just why the FUCK we keep voting for republicans against our own self-interest...

I drove from Jacksonville Fl to Atlanta Georgia (6 HR drive) while on 4 hits. Rather silly of me now but when you are 19 you think you are invincible. The straight observer said I actually did quite well.

Now you can get the real news.

once stayed up for a week, tripping...he'd take a few hits of acid everytime he felt it wearing off. I believe he was also going to school during this period.

I once took a Biology final on acid. Got a B+.

The last time I did psychedelics was with my wife (then girlfriend) in 1999. She bought some really god mushrooms from a coworker and we both set aside a saturday with no commitents or obligations, took the phone off the hook, and ate the caps.

Before it came on, we thought we'd pass the time by playing scrabble. (We're scrabble freaks). Anyway, it started to hit me before it hit her, and as I was rearranging my letters, the last thing I remember saying before the rush was:

"Is 'Pro-Am' a word?"

We both cracked up and I realized I was in no condition to play scrabbbbbbbbbbbblllleeee. We put the board away and lay in bed looking at the shifting patterns in the ceiling. I kept seeing letters I was supposed to be rearranging a-la scrabble and saying fake words out loud.....Our blankets were incredibly comfy and yeilding. For a couple hours, we held eachother in bed and just WERE. It was total fucking paradise.

My wife and I decided we'd go to a street fair down the road. It was a beautiful early fall day and the sun was setting and we were both in total ecstacy. We were walikng and we took little pieces of all the different kinds of trees we passed on the way.

When we got there, we bought ice cream cones and decided to ride one of the rides. IT WAS VERY SCARY. I remember screaming, "PLEASE END NOW PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!" and crying. My wife was very upset. When we got off the ride, we said "no more rides!" and started home....On the way back, we stopped at Tower Records and bought the solo albumm by Ibrahim Ferrer, the lead singer for the Buena Vista Social Club, and listened to its honey mellow goodness as we went to sleep. All in all, a very eventful day, and one I'll always cherish. We still have in jokes we tell to each other from that one day.

A few days later I started having panic attacks and stopped doing all drugs.

you remember the time we had Sesame Street on and Black sabbath playing and it sure as hell seemed like Cookie Monster was singing War Pigs?

I sure as hell do.

Back in my irresponsible youth... my friends and I used to party as we drove. Typically on a Saturday night we'd trip, smoke, and drink prowling back country roads.

Once we decided to put our Group Mind theory to the test. One person steered the car... another hung out the door and operated the brakes... another in the passenger seat operated the accelerator... and the last person told everyone else what to do.
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on "Barrel Full of Monkeys" blotter, White Zombie made total sense to me. My buddies and I were camping, and I found my self perched upon this huge rock above the campsite, raging at the heavens to the tune of "Thunder Kiss '65". Didn't like WZ before that point, but my revelation totally turned me around.

I smoked MAYBE 1/4 inch of that thing and was tripping like on acid for more than 9 hours.

I saw spiders on the walls, trees were following me... it was WILD and horrible.

Now I know why (a) he is SO FUCKED UP and (b) why I never ever did drugs again.

while standing over the orangutan compound, totally peaking, one of the orangs walked right up to where I was standing, looked me square in the eye, and waved! HE KNOWS I'M TRIPPING I thought to myself! I laughed for about a half an hour at the baby hippo. It was about the cutest damn thing I'd ever seen!

I was at the zoo and I came upon the Chimp section, and the one Chimp came right up the the window and was looking at me. I totally blew my mind and I was just like "Wow, he is people."

tripping with some friends. We were hanging out in the 23rd story penthouse lounge of one of the dorm towers. It was early Sunday morning, and somebody mentioned we should go to church. I said "Yeah, as soon as God sends a dove through the window". At that point a pigeon flew right in the window.

It wasn't a dove, though, so I didn't go to church. I ain't settling for pigeon.

;-)

I ate a sweet tart that I was told was 4-way. Guess it was. So 1st I hear Hendrix is dead, then some dipshit gleefully tells me about some cops being murdered in cold blood. Not good, bad vibes. The sky was so red(it was sunset) that I concluded that downtown B'more was burning, that the revolution had begun. So I decide to head up the Ave. cause thing are getting really weird(did I mention that I was hallucinating my brains out?). Old folks are pointing at me saying, "there's one of them!" & such and a bunch of my hippie friends are on the street with me. Then I see that the cars on the streets are full of cops & vigilantes & goons and they're getting out of their cars and are shooting & beating & dragging my friends into their cars. Full scale freakout. A friend grabbed me & took me to his house but I decided that he was one Them and ran home. Some buds tracked me down and I played rummy with Jesus to see if I would live or die while the tv in the other room sang advice to me. Good thing I won. Then black sleep. I was 17.
The shit we'll do for a good story.

While at the oral surgeon awaiting my wisdom teeth extraction, I apparently broke out singing "The Star Spngled Banner". Given that my only other experiences was a small handful of herbal ones, this is probably about as crazy as I'm going to get.

BIG mistake. The veins of all the people in the place were on the outside of their skins and PULSATING. Plus, at one point, I thought I lived there. So I kept looking for my bedroom. The rides---oh shit don't even talk about the fucking rides. Actually, the people dressed up as Mickey Mouse and Goofy, etc. didn't phase me a bit. They looked perfectly normal.

Never again.

The docs had given me some really strong IV demerol for the pain.

Anyways.. I got to my parents' house and made it to the bedroom. The demerol had me feeling nothing at all. My parents have a miniature daschaund named "Holly" - she's probably the sweetest dog you'd ever meet. Holly was excited to see me home, jumping up against the side of the bed and trying to get up there with me (she can never get up there on her own). After a few jumps, leaning on the side of the bed with her front paws while standing on her hind paws, she backs-up from the bed. Then she barks twice very quickly, tail wagging furiously the entire time. THEN she runs around in a circle chasing her tail three times, and follows it with.. a backflip. Yes, the weiner dog does a friggin' BACKFLIP!

After sticking the landing perfectly for the backflip, she farts. But it's not an ordinary fart - a red latex-looking balloon comes out of her rear end and floats upwards to the sky. My eyes followed the balloon only to realize that the ceiling and roof of the house were gone.. so I was able to watch the balloon float away in the sky.

I snapped back into reality (as much as I could in that state) immediately, and the dog had this really really proud look on her face. The backflip, the balloon, the tail-chasing.. she was proud of her achievement that evening, hehe..

Dad kept close tabs on me for the entire night. He says I giggled in my sleep all night long. Good times :)