'Single worst bad trip in the history of all drugs ever' scavenger hunt - General

The rules are pretty simple. Find the single worst trip in the entire universe that makes regular bad trips look like something out of sesame street. I've scoured erowid and bluelight, and the single worst trip I can find so far is a dude that took one hit of 700x salvia and went into "horror land". Here's an excerpt. [QUOTE] This whole time, my frame of mind was chaotic. I had no control over my thoughts, but I was able to shift my perspective with great effort. I managed to free myself of this terrifying fleshy-roll several times, but my view from the outside was no better. For each time I was freed, I looked back and saw these horrible EYES turning to meet me! Then I was slowly sucked down into the hellish realm again. Resistance was useless. This place refused to let me alone. It was me and I was it; we were bound, linked, destined to exist side by side in unparalleled anguish, forever and ever. I was helpless, infantile, pathetic, unrefined, inferior, and emotionally plagued. When I did manage to shift my perspective, the images of Horror-Land from the outside were sinister. I do not know how to describe this. It haunts my innermost thoughts. What I saw was a gigantic and evil living-mutilated-thing; it spanned the entire frame of my vision and was the only thing I knew or ever knew; it was an enormous, frightening, mangled pouch of flesh with parts of a face; it was covered in an unkempt hide and spackled with dry, leathery skin and two patches of hair that resembled eyebrows; it was convulsing hysterically, laughing oafishly, undulating violently; bearing down on me with wide, malevolent eyes; giant putrid mouth opened to reveal infinite rows of jagged, tearing teeth; suffocating me with random bursts of noxious, black smoke; feeding or morphing “me” into “it” with sadistic relish; intending to consume me in a repeating cycle, awesome and endless; unchecked, all-powerful, the epitome of insidious. This indescribably evil image was repeating frame after frame after frame. It was forever. It was everything… [/QUOTE] [url]http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=94076[/url] So what can [I]you[/I] find, DD? It can be your own trip report, or anything you can find from the internet. It doesn't matter what drug it is, as long as it's the single most horrible experience someone can have under the influence of drugs.

I wonder if anybody would submit my shroom experience I posted in the lounge. Hopefully not lol

That salvia account was a crazy fucking read. I need to see that for myself, to go there. I don't want it, but I need it.

[QUOTE=Magman77;46266644]That salvia account was a crazy fucking read. I need to see that for myself, to go there. I don't want it, but I need it.[/QUOTE] dude you must have balls made out of pure tungsten. that gives me anxiety just thinking about what horror-land is like. I've had bad trips before, and they fucking suck, but nothing on the scale of this.

when I was in texas a few weeks ago I pretty much read through all of the Train Wrecks and Disasters in the shroom and 25i vault. Until then have this, this is probably the most chilling thing I've ever read [quote]Let me start off by saying I have been putting off writing this experience up for a long time. There are many reasons for me doing so. There was so much for me to take in and ponder after it was done. I truly feel that this trip changed my perception of life more than any other I have ever had. It will be very hard to put the nature of this experience into words. It is also a very deep and emotional subject. I did not even tell my best friends about it for months afterward. I now think it is the time to tell others about it. A little background, I was not abused as a child. I was never beaten. I am also not all that fond of children. This was my ultimate lesson about the importance of set and setting, and how something (major though it may be) in the background can really affect the outcome of a psychedelic experience. The night started out like many others during this period of my life. I ingested 35mg of 2c-e and was settling in for an interesting solo night at home. I spent the come-up of the trip watching adult swim, nothing too deep early on in a high dose solo trip. I should say I am far more comfortable with high dose solo trips with phenethylamines than tryptamines. It was about 1 hour after dosing that the effects really began to manifest themselves. Time had seemed to slow entirely to a stop. I was beginning to feel a bit too warm, so I opened the back window to let in some cool night air. I was still enjoying the effects. I had turned off the TV, and was listening to some Descendants, and enjoying the detailed cev’s. I was getting full, 2d cartoonish landscapes with a futuristic theme to them. I switched the music from Descendants to Flaw (very deep trips come about when I listen to flaw), and the trip turned far more introspective. I was having visions of the me I truly wanted to be, and thinking deeply about what I had to do in order to accomplish this. I decided a good rip of my 28x salvia homemade extract would be a good way to truly ruminate on the insight I was getting. This is where it really gets interesting. As I was loading my plastic salvia bong (I got a plastic one for salvia so I would not have to worry about breaking it if I dropped it) with about 250 mg of the extract and began to hear some yelling coming from outside. It was the neighbors behind me. The husband and wife were having a very heated argument due to the husband losing his job due to layoffs earlier in the week. Soon, their 10-year-old son was awakened and obviously very alarmed and disturbed by what he was hearing. I could hear him crying at his father to leave his mother alone. Suddenly, I heard his son wail in pain, as his father had struck him for getting between him and his mother to try to protect her. The whole thing was very emotionally unsettling given the circumstances. I wanted so badly to call the police, but was way too high to really go about doing it. Instead of doing what I truly should have, I shut the window, as I could not stand to hear anymore of it, and just tried to put the whole situation out of my mind. I hid all of the illegal drugs, paranoid that my neighborhood was soon to be crawling with police, but for some reason, they never came. I sat and thought deeply about how tough these events must be on the poor child witnessing them. After an hour or so, I was beginning to feel a little better, and was no longer focused on the outside events. It was then that I made my mistake. I decided to smoke the salvia I had loaded in the bong earlier in the night. What follows is one of the most difficult things I have ever experienced. NOTE: I know this is a very hard thing to comprehend from just a totally inadequate write up, but I will do my best to convey the heavy meaning and emotion contained within it. As soon as the flame hit the extract, I knew this time was going to be different. This was not just some trip to salvia land. As the flame consumed the extract, I had the physical sensation of being moving way too fast forward into oblivion. I set the bong aside and lay down as the last fleeting impressions of this world remained. Suddenly it happened. I was no longer me. I was in another person’s body, experiencing a totally different life than the one I had just left. I had the impression of waking from a bad dream. Nothing about being a 12 or 13-year-old boy seemed even odd at the time, even though I was 22 at the time. I could hear screaming coming from upstairs in a house I had never seen before, but knew if it was my own. It was my mother being hit by my father, they were having a very intense argument about finances. After hearing my mother scream for help, I went upstairs to the other bedroom. My mother was on the floor, bleeding from her nose. I began to scream at my father, who was significantly larger than I. He was soon turning his attention from my mother to me. He hit me if=n the face for getting in his way. As I layed on the floor, a sense of white-hot anger began to grow within me. Flash foreword to the next morning. I was getting ready for school, when I looked in the mirror, and could see the swollen, black eye I had gotten from my father the night before. My mother was telling me to lie and let people know I got hit by a baseball if anyone wanted to know the origin of the shiner. On the bus, no one spoke to me, just stared at my eye. I arrived in class and was immediately pulled aside by my teacher, and questioned about the black eye. I told her it was a baseball accident and it was nothing to worry about. I could tell by her expression she did not believe a word of it. I was sent to speak to someone else who I believe was the counselor. I began to lie and soon, memories of other assaults came to mind. I again felt the hatred and anger growing within me. Flash foreword to later that day. I was in my room, getting reedy to go to bed. I laid down, but the comfort of sleep was nowhere to be found. I began to replay the previous nights events in my head. The anger again began to grow. I had started to consider killing my father. As I sat there in the dark, a plan began to form. I would go upstairs, get a kitchen knife, and stab him in the heart. It seemed like I had no option. It was the only course of action. I turned on the light. A growing sense of adrenaline and apprehension began to grow. If I was discovered in the act, I would be severely beaten, and my mother would be at greater risk for more violence. I knew deep down that this was something I had to do and there was no turning back. I began to very quietly climb the stairs. I spent a few minutes selecting the largest knife. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I went into my parent’s bedroom and stared at my father. I knew it was time. I walked over to him and plunged the knife deep into the left side of his chest. His eyes opened in shock. Blood began to spill from his mouth. He began to try to say something, but suddenly went limp. My mother never woke up. I returned to my bedroom crying furiously. I was horrified at what I had just done. I had taken a life. I had committed the ultimate sin. There was no turning back now. I laid in my bed in quiet contemplation. I fell asleep and when I came to, I was back in the real world. I was egor again. I still had tears running down my face. After A few minutes of confusion, I knew I had taken drugs, I realized it was all part of the trip. Over the next few hours, I replayed the whole thing in my head several times. I was in awe of what I had just been shown. I felt the need to write, to put the experience to words. The following is verbatim from the piece of paper I still keep in my wallet as a reminder to this day. He wakes up and hurts, and doesn’t know why His daddy hit him in the eye He is 12 years old and really tries But also wishes he could die. His teacher asks “what happened to you??” He says nothing but she knew She called the cops but would that do? How would you feel if it was you. He wakes up in the middle of the night Thinks about it and turns on the light Goes upstairs and gets a knife And takes his daddies fucking life The problem had but one solution His daddie’s soul was the restitution He tried to take his own son’s soul But now he is in a fucking hole. This trip was the most frightening thing I have ever gone through. It still has great effects on my life to this day. I have never thought of children in the same manor. I have been far more compelled to help other people. I now regularly donate whatever I can to local battered women’s shelters. I feel I was given this experience for a reason, though to this day, I am still unsure of why. [/quote] [url]https://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=59083[/url]

[QUOTE=de;46267157]when I was in texas a few weeks ago I pretty much read through all of the Train Wrecks and Disasters in the shroom and 25i vault. Until then have this, this is probably the most chilling thing I've ever read [url]https://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=59083[/url][/QUOTE] That's just insane. I cannot even begin to comprehend what that must have felt like for him. I've seen so many reports of psychedelics taking you to alien worlds and fractal-filled hyperspaces, but to be taken into a world where you basically [I]have[/I] to kill your own father is mind blowing.

What about that video of the dude on the floor in his parents house freaking the fuck out being taken to an ambulance? I feel like that's worse as far as consequences go... I dunno the name of the video.

[QUOTE=zach1193;46270514]What about that video of the dude on the floor in his parents house freaking the fuck out being taken to an ambulance? I feel like that's worse as far as consequences go... I dunno the name of the video.[/QUOTE] This one? [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfEepVOQrpE[/media] He ends up on the floor around 4:00, and he's naked too [editline]18th October 2014[/editline] he starts flipping his shit around 6:30 and starts speaking shroom

Holy shit a guy did this in my yard once. :v:

[QUOTE=de;46271540]This one? [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfEepVOQrpE[/media] He ends up on the floor around 4:00, and he's naked too [editline]18th October 2014[/editline] he starts flipping his shit around 6:30 and starts speaking shroom[/QUOTE] [url]http://tosh.cc.com/video-clips/tvgiiy/extended-interview---guy-on-shrooms[/url] Here's the extended interview from Tosh.0 that explains what the fuck he was doing.

[QUOTE=FurrehFaux;46272359][url]http://tosh.cc.com/video-clips/tvgiiy/extended-interview---guy-on-shrooms[/url] Here's the extended interview from Tosh.0 that explains what the fuck he was doing.[/QUOTE] Judging from the interview it seems he actually ate some amanitas instead of your standard shrooms. Seems like a cool guy, i'd chill with him

i can't see the video on tosh, is there anywhere else i can see it?

youtube

[QUOTE=de;46275161]Judging from the interview it seems he actually ate some amanitas instead of your standard shrooms. Seems like a cool guy, i'd chill with him[/QUOTE] it looks like he ate a lot of those, a low dose (ie under 5g) seems to be a lot less intense. Everyone who has eaten 8-10+ grams seems to have been to the hospital or have come close to dying.

my favorite disaster trip I ever experienced was when I was with my two other friends on ~1000+ ug of 25x. now, before I start this is by far the most nerve wracking experience I have ever been through and some pretty stupid juvenile shit occurs that makes it even worse. this is also a relatively long story. this occurred about 2 years ago. the night begins with three of us, with enough hairspray chems to get us all zooted, walking to the fourth friend's apartment where we would be doing this. all three of us drop it preemptively and continue walking for another 10 minutes to his apartment from a party we were coming from [B](remember this part).[/B] at this point, it's too late to abort the mission. as we bust up in his apartment, he tells we have to leave as some new tang for him would be showing up any minute and this bitch doesn't like other people in the house while they hit skins. it only goes downhill from here. now, with nowhere to go and it being late at night we decide to just chill on the swings at his complex for a while. 45 mins in and sometime on the swings we see our friend come out of his apartment and throw up some love for us while he greets his piece of meat. about 20m later, i can feel the effects slowly enveloping my state of mind as i look in to the Louisiana night sky, i am disappointed but composed. i felt a little unsafe, i was in a bit of legal trouble when this was taking place so that was always in the back of mind. i am no rookie to this chem and consider myself a pretty calm individual but this shit can make your mind think it's in a horror novel. about two hours go by on the swing and I am FUCKED UP and so are my balls and heart. this mexican family kept looking at us and they even came up to us asking us if they had seen her 14 year old daughter that had ran away, we were all fucked up we didn't even know that shit was stirring up right before us. so of course we told her no, and said sorry. that shit sent my heart racing, what the fuck are people even when you're this fucked up? ~30 mins later, still drugged out. all is well until... NOPD!!! OPEN UP! "WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WHAT THE FUCK" "SON IS THAT POLICE AT FUCKING LOGAN'S (apartment owner)?" "we need to get the fuck out of here..." there were at least three police cars about 40 yards from us, my friend and i leave as my other friend fucked up beyond his fucking mind runs over to investigate why our friend is being arrested. it turns out the chick, unbeknownst to our friend, was only 14 and Logan is 20 years old. the brother of the 14 year old gets in to a fist fight with our friend investigating and Landry and I pussies for walking away and tells us to get the fuck back. we run back over him trying to act as innocent as possible and tell him we are high as FUCK. he tells us to get the fuck out of here. now we are in a serious predicament, we are high as fuck and no where to go. if you've never been on the streets on acid well then good you're not missing much besides paranoia and fear. especially in New Orleans what the fuck.. my friend decides we can go back to his house but it's at least 3 hours away walking distance and the only way we could get there is by biking. this has slowly turned in to some shitty teen movie. well what do you do when you're stranded and you need a bike? you steal a bike.. in this case, bikes. we look through the close neighborhood for some bikes and well jackpot motherfucker 2 speed bikes and some shitty bike? whatever, let's do it. now, make no mistake, WE ARE FUCKED UP. we grab the bikes while being as loud as possible, one of them was behind a double bike on a bike rack. Landry saw that bike and said fuck being quiet. threw the the double bike to the ground and got the speed bike. we all had our bikes and rolled the fuck out. let me stop the story here. earlier in the story I said I was at a party before all of this, and at that party I had exchanged numbers with a girl. ok continue.. I get a call on my phone from that chick (let's call her Amanda) about 10 minutes after the bike incident. i answer the phone all fucked up, "ey wassup Amanda" which was followed by "bring my fucking bikes back or my brother is calling the police." fuck. my bad. let's go bring this shit back. hands down the most awkward moment in my life, bad acid trip + stealing some church girl's bike that you think is cute is never fun. and out of all the FUCKING houses she could of lived in... we decide to walk to a nearby church and trip out in it's playground that's pretty duct off. worst experience of my life, i still clinch my butthole thinking about it.

[QUOTE=retreat!retreat;46291944]worst experience of my life, i still clinch my butthole thinking about it.[/QUOTE] DUUUUUUDE LOL

I had a bad trip at a rave once. I was already tweaking and decided had taken 2 xtc pill (probably right after another because my short term memory was so bad.) I started to go way to hard, I already couldn't understand what people were saying to me and after a while I forget why I'm there and suddenly I'm in this hallway which went on forever, I even walked through a door and ended up outside before going further and ending up in this dark hallway with creepy whispering and shit, so I started to run screaming through this hallway. I felt really unpleasant, scared and paranoid, the rest of the rave and I only calmed down when I drank vodka at home. Fuck man, the whispers were terrible and panic attacks out of nowhere. It goes to show how important sleep is.

[QUOTE=Satansick;46302719]I had a bad trip at a rave once. I was already tweaking and decided had taken 2 xtc pill (probably right after another because my short term memory was so bad.) I started to go way to hard, I already couldn't understand what people were saying to me and after a while I forget why I'm there and suddenly I'm in this hallway which went on forever, I even walked through a door and ended up outside before going further and ending up in this dark hallway with creepy whispering and shit, so I started to run screaming through this hallway. I felt really unpleasant, scared and paranoid, the rest of the rave and I only calmed down when I drank vodka at home. Fuck man, the whispers were terrible and panic attacks out of nowhere. It goes to show how important sleep is.[/QUOTE] dont think that was xtc mate

[QUOTE=shibbypwwalkk;46304429]dont think that was xtc mate[/QUOTE] definitely sleep deprivation and xtc, it is one of the biggest causes of schizophrenia with recreational drug users

My cousin took one hit off some salvia and said it felt like it lasted a lifetime. He said he felt like he was in literal hell with people ripping his skin off. He was laying on the floor screaming for like 30 seconds.

[QUOTE=false prophet;46323170]My cousin took one hit off some salvia and said it felt like it lasted a lifetime. He said he felt like he was in literal hell with people ripping his skin off. He was laying on the floor screaming for like 30 seconds.[/QUOTE] salvia is like that. I once was was teleported to a forest where I was riding a talking bear. crazy shit

[QUOTE=FurrehFaux;46265804]The rules are pretty simple. Find the single worst trip in the entire universe that makes regular bad trips look like something out of sesame street. I've scoured erowid and bluelight, and the single worst trip I can find so far is a dude that took one hit of 700x salvia and went into "horror land". Here's an excerpt. [url]http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=94076[/url] So what can [I]you[/I] find, DD? It can be your own trip report, or anything you can find from the internet. It doesn't matter what drug it is, as long as it's the single most horrible experience someone can have under the influence of drugs.[/QUOTE] WOW. That sounds extremely similar to my experience on salvia. I even saw the giant face and everything, only difference was that it was much more welcoming and benevolent rather than malevolent. It was also not made of meat, it was made of beautiful colors and fractals. At first if was terrifying, but as I lost my ego, it became more beautiful. Over the years I have come to realize that salvia showed me my death, and what I saw could be called god. It seems that it can be percieved differently depending on how you react towards death. I used to not believe in god, or heaven and hell, but now I do. except that god is the devil, and heaven is hell. It just depends on how you choose to see it.

My friend read a story where someone was tripping and walked past their mom. Wanting to act inconspicuous, they tried to talk to her about the weather. They ended up just looking at her and saying "Weather, weather, weather..." over and over again and ended up just walking away.

I have my own bad trip to tell. I told most of it to my friend over kik and I want to screenshot and post the screen caps but I feel like that would be dumb.

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