The Recreational Drug Thread

[Freebase Dali]

Harry, I know the feeling.

My first bad trip wasn't actually bad, as I was relatively new to psychedelics at the time and not fully aware of what to expect at high doses, so there wasn't really a "fear" so much as a loss of control.
I think it was 97' or around there. Hard to remember. But I was at a friend's apartment and we all decided to go shrooming. This was Louisiana and back then, a lot of cattle farmers didn't take preventative measures. We snuck into a pasture and it was absolutely a jackpot. We came back with 2 plastic grocery bags full of P.C.'s... LARGE ones. Back at the pad, we started eating them straight. I ate 12 or 13 large mushrooms (raw, with ramen-noodle seasoning on it because they're nasty as hell).
I was absolutely NOT expecting to trip as hard as I did.
When it kicked in fully, I laid down on the couch and tried to close my eyes because there were literally unbearable visuals, colorful petal-like kaleidoscopic explosions that were overlaid on everything. I remember closing my eyes and STILL SEEING the room. The picture of the room was like a tracer that just stayed there as still as a photograph taped to the back of my eyelids, with all those colorful explosions, and it was intense.
Then my girlfriend at the time comes over, and she was one of those anti-drug folks... she finds me tripping balls and is disappointed and telling me all kinds of disappointing crap. Leaves pissed off. Then it starts raining...

After about 2 hours, I was out of my mind. I tried to go to sleep, believed I fell asleep and was having a lucid dream. I was really awake, but thought that reality was just a dream I was having. Consequently, I started doing whatever I wanted. Punched my best friend in the face, started trashing the apartment, walked outside in nothing but my clothes and socks.. in the rain... broke into a car (which thankfully happened to be for one of my friends that was there) and tried to drive it off.
I remember thinking "Wtf... this is a lucid dream, I should be able to make the car start without keys."
Thank god the keys weren't in the car, because I was intent on driving down the road and crashing into some shit.

They dragged me back into the house, where I proceeded to crawl around on the floor repeating the phrase "It's all gravy, baby!"
Drank a few beers that had cigarette butts in them. Then after a while I don't remember anything.

I woke up later on, and when I say "woke up" I mean I sorta came back to reality. I didn't know who I was, where I was, who the people around me were, or anything that had happened... ever. I remember the feeling I got was that somehow we, the people in the apartment, and the apartment itself were the only things that existed and had just been created. My friends started refreshing my memory, like telling me I had a girlfriend.. what her name was... that I took mushrooms... etc. This, at the time, was mindblowing because it just didn't compute. It was temporary amnesia. All I retained were motor skills and a sense that I was an individual, whoever that may be.

Gradually, things started coming back to me and after a while I remembered everything and was thoroughly embarrassed. After that night, I vowed to always do shrooms again, but never that much. lol...

Needless to say, it was a turning point and a good bit of my subsequent trips, even acid trips, were bad but in existentially worse ways. Oh, and all the rest of the shrooms went bad because we were stupid and thought we could store them in the freezer.

[Barnard17]

Reminds me of the Peep Show episode in which Jeremy and Hans are trying to remember what the "bad thing" was. If you don't know Peep Show I advise you to try and track down the episode for comic gold.

[Freebase Dali]

As far as my first bad acid trip goes... that was much worse, mentally.

I was at a rave circa 98' or 99' and was given 2 hits of blotter. This must have been some re-dosed potent shit because it was intense. I was at the State Palace Theater on the balcony in the main room (which is pretty high up) and there was a great laser light show that at certain points would create a grid over the heads of the people dancing on the floor below. With all the party fog and people with glow-sticks on the floor, the view from up top whilst tripping all kinds of balls off looked like a sea of green liquid with a grid net above it. I was so far gone that I thought I could jump off the balcony and safely land on the grid net, and if the grid net broke I would land safely in the green liquid.
Thank god that thought was fleeting, but it spoke to how hard I was tripping.
It got to a point where the music wasn't intelligible as music anymore. It felt, more than sounded, like some strange conversation I'd had a very long time ago.

I lost the friend I came with, and while looking for him through crowds of people, I felt like I was walking backwards, like everything was happening in reverse. Something felt very wrong and I didn't know what it was. I was bumping into people and didn't even feel it. It was like watching myself above myself. I decided to wait outside, as things were winding down and people were leaving. It was daylight out at this point, and I was looking at these people and all their faces looked the same. Everyone seemed like the same person doing different things. I felt like I was one of them merely doing something else. I started to disconnect from my identity and could no longer distinguish myself from anyone else. I remember looking at my left arm and having a hard time understanding how I was made. I knew I was organic, but all I could think was the word "organism".
I could have started wandering the streets of New Orleans like a madman had it not been for someone giving me a ride home.

I remember looking at trees as we drove past them and seeing what looked like purple balls hanging like oranges in every one of them. It was a weird hallucination that I had never had before.
We stopped at a grocery store to piss, and I didn't even know how. I stood in front of the toilet and when I started going, I didn't know how to stop it. I was like a child, just going where the wind blew.
Heh... they were playing what I assume was punk rock in the car. I listen to punk and did at the time as well, but I couldn't understand the music. The vocals were unintelligible and the music sounded as though it was playing backwards.

I got home safely and everything returned to normal after several hours...
But I still to this day wonder what the hell band that was.

[Harry]

"It's all gravy, baby" ... nice. xD

[Thrice]

Originally Posted by anticipation

This thread has gone downhill in a hurry. Here's a topic that I've been sort of grappling with recently, and I suspect at least a few of us have struggled with as well. Due to a recent bad experience, and by this I don't mean a bad trip or a severe mental/physical injury but rather an incident that had the potential to do some real damage to my sober life, I've begun to question the role of drugs in my life.

Now, for those of you who are familiar with me and my exploits into the world of psychotropic drugs you know that I have a fair amount of knowledge, both first-hand as well as tertiary, on the realm of altered states. When I first started tripping I had no intentions of finding enlightenment, inner peace, or any sort of spiritual gains through the use of psychedelics. I have remained steadfast in my belief that there is no higher power or meaning in anything, and I am comfortable with the fact that we are merely sentient mold on a spinning rock. Similarly, I have never used drugs as a means of escapism, as I prefer to confront sober reality with a clear mind and open heart. In truth, my primary motivation for using drugs has always been a need for experiential data. In simpler terms, curiosity. Lately my curiosity has been running dry; I've dabbled in nearly every psychedelic I've been able to acquire and have seen everything I could have ever expected to see through my mind's eye. And in reflection of my journeys I've come to a bit of an impass on the nature of drugs.

Like many of you reading this thread, I have more or less accepted the potential of drugs. When others decried drugs, usually out of ignorance or illogical bias, I defended their role in art, music, and interpersonal communication as undeniably important. Recently I've come to realize the fact that drugs are simply a way of disrupting the purity of the body and mind. At times I demonized those who abused manmade concoctions and championed the relative safety of naturally occurring trips, but now I see it differently. Plants don't produce our loveable chemicals in order to please us, they produce poisons to deter predators from consuming them. Synthetic drugs are bastardizations of natural compounds, cruelly fabricated to exacerbate the emotions of the human mind. I now see very little use for drugs in my own life. I do not regret a single pill taken, a single powder snorted, or a single herb smoked, but I have no use for any augmentation of my persona any longer. I will continue to defend those who embark on the psychedelic odyssey we call tripping, and encourage all to experience the subjective effects of those drugs media and religion so vehemently attack.

I will rely on my natural creativity, and stick to plumbing the depths of dreams. My new mentality is that I have the tools to explore my mind without the aid of external adulterants. At this point in my life it's all about purity, by which I mean abandoning reliance on anything but my own mental facilities.

I am currently feeling the 'onset' of this situation. I can relate to you more than I knew myself. I have been having similar feelings a lot lately, as I've been playing on the sober team for a little over a month, aside from an awesome trip. I am starting to feel the loss of the experimental side which also fully intrigues me, but at the same time I do catch myself leaning towards the escape aspect. Lately, I have been challenging myself mentally, and enjoying it. If there is something I have found challenging in life, instead of avoiding it, or paying little attention to it, I have done quite the opposite and attacked it head on. This has given me the greatest sense of accomplishment I have felt in years. I still feel fully capable of sparking one up in the next five minutes, but have had an oz of mushies and a small bag of bud in the room for quite some time now, left untouched. I've got a lot more important personal things going on in life right now. This could be a temporary state, or the beginning of the end of one hell of an adventure. I don't even know the outcome. Either way, best of luck in your future endeavors and when life hands you lemons, paint that shit gold, homie.

[Harry]

I always feel a bit jealous when people have epiphanies of that sort.. :/
good on ya both.

[Barnard17]

Has anybody here done nutmeg?

[adidasss]

@all the bad trip descriptions
Pretty much why I'll probably never try anything "harder" than pot and alcohol (even tho my friends keep trying to persuade me to at least try some shrooms (which they describe as a mellow pot-like trip) and acid (which every time they enthusiastically describe it sounds like a perfect nightmare to me). Even pot has come into question after that odd passing out moment. I'm much to psychologically unstable to open any psychedelic Pandora's box which to reference Lovercraft, could open up all sorts of terrifying vistas of reality.

[debaserr]

anyone have any experience with morphine sulfate SR(extended release)? my friend has some but i hear the time release coating is very hard to remove. i dunno if it would be worth taking if it is stretched over 8 hours.

[BTown]

last night i finally smoked weed with my friends for the first time.

4 people not including myself were there. One of my friends who has done it many times before brought it and we went out in the woods and took our hits. a few minutes passed and everyone claimed to not feel anything so we kept hitting it and hitting it. It started to take effect on everyone except me and my one other friend. We both did a couple more and it finally set in.

It was awesome. we atethis huge container of pretzels and two pizzas. We ran out of drinks though and it sucked. Everyone was really chill at times and my one friend was so ****ing annoying we had to like babysit him to make sure he didnt do anything to stupidd like wake up my parents. He kept trying to throw everyone in the pool. I would have like sudden bursts where I would go back into reality. Everyone had always told me about this and I never understood and and I still don't know how to explain it, you really do have to expirence it.

Anyway we finally just went and put him in my room and convinced him to go to sleep. Then we just played xbox and listened to music and laughed our asses off.

We put this song on and it scared the **** out of me.


This song sounded the best though. it alll just sounded really offbeat.