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Following on from reading the shroom thread, what is your craziest tripping story?
i have a few but this is probably one of my craziest:
Was Halloween, we don't really celebrate it over here in the UK but being a 15/16 year old i thought we could change it up and go some place creepy out in the wood's & trip, instead of our usual driving round smoking weed playing blasting tunes routine.
Had no concept of dosage so just grabbed a load and ate them down with another mate, in hindsight i believe it was between 2-4 times the recommended dry dosage. started out nice and chilled playing some music, laughing and joking, ****ing around in the woods etc.
Fast forward around an hour or so we rolled an L and parked up in our usual spot, after i hit the joint it really started to hit me hard, i felt like i was literally reading my friends thoughts, his fears and dreams and was inside his mind in some sort of way. my thoughts were racing, about the universe and ****.
so we talked **** for a while, and then my mate who was driving and obviously not tripping decided he was hitting the hay, it was at the latest just past 11 so i told my mate to drop me off a mile or two from my house, i knew i was ****ed up and knew one or more of my family members would still be up, i naively thought i could sober up.
So i started walking down the hill towards my house, mind racing, i knew i was totally ****ed up but thought if i just walk straight to my room i would be OK. It seemed eerily quiet despite not being too late, i hadnt seen anyone or any cars and the houses looked like props on a movie set, a thought popped into my head that i might of got hit by a car, and that actually i might be dead, i brush it of and continue on to my house, i am now about 5 minutes away and the panic is starting to seriously set in, i manage to call my mate, i ask him where i live and who i am, what my name is.....he sounds sad (he was already in bed and i think i woke him up in hindsight
) oh **** he knows im dead!
This is where memory starts to become a total haze, i don't remember entering my house or much of what happened next.
The only memory i have is staring at my mum and other family members, now convinced i am dead saying ' i love you' over and over again, while they totally ignore me ( which totally cements the fact i am now dead)
Apparantly my mum was on the verge of taking me to hospital, but my sister apparently called a druggie mate who tells them not to, and to leave me alone and ignore me.
The last thought i had was figuring out the meaning of life and realising i could be anyone i wanted to be (i remember choosing to be a blond with big juggs)
Later turn's out i had tried to climb out my window and i had also pissed myself, also have a vague memory of something else that i did which was really bad, which i think i have blocked out
i have a few but this is probably one of my craziest:
Was Halloween, we don't really celebrate it over here in the UK but being a 15/16 year old i thought we could change it up and go some place creepy out in the wood's & trip, instead of our usual driving round smoking weed playing blasting tunes routine.
Had no concept of dosage so just grabbed a load and ate them down with another mate, in hindsight i believe it was between 2-4 times the recommended dry dosage. started out nice and chilled playing some music, laughing and joking, ****ing around in the woods etc.
Fast forward around an hour or so we rolled an L and parked up in our usual spot, after i hit the joint it really started to hit me hard, i felt like i was literally reading my friends thoughts, his fears and dreams and was inside his mind in some sort of way. my thoughts were racing, about the universe and ****.
so we talked **** for a while, and then my mate who was driving and obviously not tripping decided he was hitting the hay, it was at the latest just past 11 so i told my mate to drop me off a mile or two from my house, i knew i was ****ed up and knew one or more of my family members would still be up, i naively thought i could sober up.
So i started walking down the hill towards my house, mind racing, i knew i was totally ****ed up but thought if i just walk straight to my room i would be OK. It seemed eerily quiet despite not being too late, i hadnt seen anyone or any cars and the houses looked like props on a movie set, a thought popped into my head that i might of got hit by a car, and that actually i might be dead, i brush it of and continue on to my house, i am now about 5 minutes away and the panic is starting to seriously set in, i manage to call my mate, i ask him where i live and who i am, what my name is.....he sounds sad (he was already in bed and i think i woke him up in hindsight
) oh **** he knows im dead! This is where memory starts to become a total haze, i don't remember entering my house or much of what happened next.
The only memory i have is staring at my mum and other family members, now convinced i am dead saying ' i love you' over and over again, while they totally ignore me ( which totally cements the fact i am now dead)
Apparantly my mum was on the verge of taking me to hospital, but my sister apparently called a druggie mate who tells them not to, and to leave me alone and ignore me.
The last thought i had was figuring out the meaning of life and realising i could be anyone i wanted to be (i remember choosing to be a blond with big juggs)
Later turn's out i had tried to climb out my window and i had also pissed myself, also have a vague memory of something else that i did which was really bad, which i think i have blocked out
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