BAD Trip Reports- Psychedelic Experiences Shared

Everyone always likes talking about their insightful journeys inward while their are on all kinds of substances. While admittedly interesting, nothing honestly beats a solid and completely horrible BAD trip story. Most of the time, they are hilarious and while absolutely terrifying at the time, really fun to recant later. More so than those every day insightful trips. So, with that in mind, here's my very first acid trip which I wrote down right afterwards and turned out to be one of a string of many BAD trips before finally receiving a good one...Enjoy...





Well, it started out absolutely perfect with the ecstasy kicking in strong then out of nowhere the acid took me to a place I had never been to or ever want to go back to again, Hell.

Each person played a part in Hell's game. The character, Daisuke, was at the top of the chain of demons trying to take my life and his disciple, Nori, was there to watch and learn as I was judged by Hell and explained how I would be killed. Nori, was the innocent flower brought to Hell's battlefield to be shown what bad people are like and how to try not to become like that. Chikayo, was the victim to be sacrificed before me had I not complied with everything Daisuke was demanding. And, Taizou and Takashi, were the devil's guardsmen there to keep me from escaping Hell's wrath. When the top demon, Daisuke, challenged me to a mental match I knew it would be impossible to win. I had started to question from the moment he said, "mental match", that it had already begun, so I thought of a way to escape Hell's den while feigning interest in the minimal techno playing. The lyrics, "the burning body, the burning body, the burning body's never found...", and "pounded by punches and knives..." were etched into my memory and caused more panic as I saw the two devils henchmen to my left and right start stretching as if getting ready to strike.

I pretended to go to the bathroom to throw the devil's guards off track, then I attempted my escape from Hell.

"No time to double back for my laptop, records, and CDs. That way, they'll know your leaving", I thought, as I grabbed my shoes and ran quickly out of the apartment.

I thought the elevator to be the obvious choice of escape, so I took the stairs as my escape route which turned out to be the wise choice. At the bottom of the stairs I saw the devil's henchman, Takashi, run past me coming from the elevator area. However, he had not seen me.

"I had fooled the devil's guard", I thought, and while hiding in the stairwell I put my shoes on.

As I left Hell's fortress I felt that if I made one wrong move the devil's henchmen would find me so I ran with all my might to route 248, a major road where I doubted anything would happen. I passed a few kids on the road who called me, 'demon', in Japanese.

"Oni-da, Oni-da!", the kids exclaimed. I was impressed to see he had spies of all ages everywhere. However, this is the devil we are talking about so I knew in the end fooling him had only bought me enough time to prepare for the inevitable, my demise.

I decided I should taste some food for the last time before returning home where Hell's henchmen would surely be waiting. I ended up at McDonalds for my last meal. Before eatiing there, I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. Unbeknownst to me, the real me in the mirror surfaced to scold me for ending up here, and if given another chance I needed to change. I decided that staying at McDonalds would give the devil time to come find me so I quickly ordered my meal, ate it, and made my way to a local game center.

There, I hid in one of the box-like video games for about thiry minutes, although, I'm not too sure on time. Which game was I hiding in, you ask? Why, House of the Dead 2, of course. Sitting there contemplating my inevitable death while watching zombies scratch, throw axes, and bite at the screen only fueled my delusion further. Why on earth I chose that game is still beyond me. My only guess is, it was the only game there that was somewhat secluded. I eventually mustered up the energy for my final walk home.

The last walk was interesting down streets randomly in this town in Japan. All the while, ducking and avoiding cars that I was sure were spies reporting my location to him. I'm not sure how long I walked but eventually arrived home to find the devil had given up or will be back soon. Either way I prepared myself for death, so I was done running. That's when I passed out and woke up around 11pm that night to question, Was that reality Hell?



...mind you none of this was actually going on, and it was all in my head. I'm not too sure whether I actually yelled at myself in the mirror or saw myself doing that. No way to confirm anything. Either way, it didn't stop me from ordering my meal. LOL. Anyone else have a funny story? :o

did the people you where with make an attempt to bring you back while you where hullicinating? and where you actually in japan or did you hullicinate that to :)

I dont think i read anyting like this in erowid rofl :)

by the way i think you should consider posting there aswell.

Not to touch the earth not to see the sun nothing left to do but run run run let's run.
The soldier hits the bullets head

can you find me solitairey, can you find a place to hide...I need a place to hide.

Yunno what's funny? I was JUST thinking: "Shall I post my very first, and most horrible, bad mushroom trip in my own teip report topic when I came across this Topic. Strangely enough my Bad trip was sofar the most Life view changing and most beneficial intellectually/philosophically.

I will soon post it here. It was quite bad as I experienced it. Up to the piont where I fullheartedly believed I had gone too far, died and passed to the other side.

lol! Great story Sol! :D Haha, last meal @ McDonalds :P

But everything happened in your head? Like, you were asleep? Darn. The 'logic' of the trip sounds very dream-like. Way funny :)

Sounds like a waking lucid dream.

Allright so Here I'll share my Bad baaaad trip on Mushrooms with you ppl.


It was a sunny day at the end of the summer and begin of autumn. I had tried mushrooms before when I was offered to try but the dooshbag made 4 cups of tea split amongst 4 ppl out of 1 portion mexican psilocybe cubensis: Didn't do much but make me minorly high and slap-happy so the next time I decided to make sure I would defenitely trip.

I went to the smartshop downtown and got, what they told me, was a very strong kind of mushroom; Equadorian, an Equadorian type of Psilocybe Cubensis. STRONG they were I found out later. 1 portion was 35grams of fresh Equadorian mushrooms. I went to a lakeside surrounded by plenty of nature and 2 of my female friends, S and E, were waiting there for me. They had allready eaten their portion of Mushrooms. S had taken Mexican mushrooms and E had also taken Equadorian mushrooms. They were just comming up on their shrooms and I sat down with them, chatted with a couple of other friends of mine who were present and chilled out on the rug that E and S were sitting on.


So here it goes:
I will not make time notations since time was nonexistant during this trip. I ate the mushrooms 1 by 1. They were quite fat and once I got them all down I sat and watched the scenery a bit. I would look at the clouded sky and when I saw little holes constantly forming in the dense clouds I knew it was the mushrooms taking effect. The rush was incredible, like ALOT of adrenaline was being pumped thropugh my system and it got worse and worse: So far I was till enjoying the experience. In the mean while S and E were tripping harder and harder. It was quite amusing to see S lying on the rug next to me trying to express how she felt inside: "Whooooooo!!!'' "Oohhhhhhh!" That was amazing. She had turned into a creature. I was still talking to 2 other female friends of mine. They however were bit affraid of the whole idea of "drugs" and they sat there talking to me. I told them that soon I would be just like E and S. When I started getting a bit more wacko they thought it was a good time to leave and it probably was. ( good for me then )

Now I am tripping harder and harder and the sun is slowly going down. In the dawning daylight I saw VERY strange and VERY impressive hallucinations. one was the rug on which me and S were lying: It had a Kilt-pattern on it and the pattern seemed to start running, slowly, off of the rug and onto the sky and onto S's back on her shirt. Needless to say I couldn't believe my eyes, but sofar I was still quite amused. It gort worse cause not much later I looked over at tall grass about waist-hight and about 4 meters away from me, but it suddenly started growing upwards FAST like 5 meters up in the sky and bending over me. This was quiote bizarre. About the strongest visual hallucination I've had on mushrooms sofar. Maybe an hour or 2 had passed and I overlooked the lake at the, now ALMOST dark, sky and I saw that the sky as well as the reflection of it in the lake, was BRIGHT purple. Like a birght Magenta plain. So far so good.

Now the setting wasn't the ideal one for a first time serious musrhoom trip cuz soon more and more people came. Loud people on Speed and on pills. They took music with them, that drove me mad and made me paranoid: Stimuli-overkill you know? One friend of mine was so far gone, I'm sure he was on quite an amount of speed, that he stared at me with Huuuuge eyes and walked clumsy, tripped and fell. I got him up but strangely enough, as far as I was myself, I thought he was the only amusing person for the rest of that night. After this was when the trip took a malicious turn.

The Impulse overkill of too many people made me very nervous and a bit anxious.Everytime a sober friend of mine held a GhettoBlaster playing SKA music close to my head I would nearly attack him and beg for him to make it stop. He wasn't aware of how messed up and disturbing the sound was that I percieved. It became to crowded on the small rug and I got a bit paranoid. I got up to take a leak so I walked towards the tall grass a couple of meters away from the rug and the people. The tall grass area is no bigger than perhaps 5 square meters but in my experience it was a HUUUUGE field of tall grass. I somehow managed to get lost there. By now I was tripping so hard my body felt REALLY strange. Messed up body perception made me believe I had to pee. I was walking through the distels and tall grass as Sudden strikes of extreme confusion hit me: "What the hell am I doing here"? "Why is the grass soooo high?" "And man I gotta pee" " Oh wait a minute: that's why I came here. To pee" . This I would think and then BAM! Confusion came back and made me wonder these exact same thoughts again. About 10 times or more maybe I got caught in this cirle of thoughts.

This was getting scary. I now felt as though I had either pissed or shat in my poants. I was wearing long-shorts and I actually saw the dhiarrea run down my ankles into my socks: This wasn't true but I hallucinated the whole thing based on the strange perception of sweat on my legs and groin mistaken for shit or pee. Pretty amazing. I felt ashamed, unnececairily but still, and I wanted to go home. Even that I wanted to go home I kept on forgetting. Now I was really very anxious that I was loosing my mind and I managed to get back to the rug were my friends were.

By now I hated all of them for being so sober they coldn't even BEGIN to understand how I felt at that moment. I only felt a connection between me and E and me and S cuz they were at least as high as I was. I was stressed and very anxious by now. It got worse still. I asked 2 of my, at that time, closest friends to help me get home. It wen't something like this: "Where's house? Where's house? Help?" I was a total caveman trying to pack stuff into my bag, not understanding why the things kept falling back out of the bag I was holding with the opening downwards. I was incapable of getting my bag packed but I somehow WAS able to climb on my bike and bike away. My friends followed me and found me again, about a 100 meters ahead of em.

I have till the day of today VAGUE memories of crossing a road and JUST in time noticing a city bus passing by. Now I'm still not sure wether that really happend. I asked friends and found out that indeed there rides a bus down that road only it was quite late and I'm not sure wether that was real. My friends caught up with me and cycled home with me. They told my mom I drank a bit too much, but she didn't really buy it since I was quite delusional and very anxious.

At home I sat on the toilet in the bathroom: a nice sterile, calm enviroment with a minimum of stimuli. There I sat and asked my mom, who was sitting at the PC here, if she could put on some System of a Down ( She's actually quite in love with SoaD's music just like me :cool: ) She did just that and after a minute or five I couldn't bare it anymore and asked her to stop the music and what time it was: 10 to 12 she said. I sat on the toilet and I got completely hypnotised by the shower curtain moving cuz my leg was touching it. I spent what I experienced as eternity in there feeling scared.
Through my head went the thoughts that I had gone too far and that now i would be permanently wack in the head. From this strange manner of reasoning I built further and came to the concusion I had gone so far I had lost it all and died. And that this, what I was currently experiencing, must be what comes after death. I felt very ashamed and terryfied. I came by a bit somewhere in that crevice in time-lessness and asked my mom the time: 10 past 12 she said. I was completely amazed off course.

I got out of the bathroom some time later and my mom was in bed sleeping. I felt very peacefull and in love with everything. My cats, my mom, the hosue: it all seemed so quiet as iof time had frozen and I was walking in a still frame of this rediculous movie that dared call itself my life. I nwas quite appeaced by that feeling and wrote down: My life is a movie, consistiing out of 1000nds of stillframes in which I can dwell through each individual stillframe. I felt quite tripped up stilol and lay down in bed. outside my window the sky was still a very bright magenta purple and suddenly, around 4 o'clock a friend of mine rang and asked how things were going. I said I was allright and I got dressed and jumped back on my bike. I cylced back to the place and found people were still there. I was just comming down at that moment and chatted a bit with S and E about how intense the experience was. Intense was the keyword of the experience.

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Originally Posted by Neruo

lol! Great story Sol! :D Haha, last meal @ McDonalds :P

But everything happened in your head? Like, you were asleep? Darn. The 'logic' of the trip sounds very dream-like. Way funny :)

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As in, none of the people at the house talking about how they were going to kill me, the kids calling me demon (I think), or the real me in the mirror chastizing myself was real. I actually did run out of the house, and do those crazy things like hide in the game center or dodge cars.

Well, it's not much, but I've wanted to get it off my mind and into some permanent form for a while.

LONG POST

I used to be a pretty heavy DXM user, however never passing 400 mgs. One night, after finding 50 bucks, I decided to buy several packets of DXM. I bought two, and returned home, where I devoured the 32 tiny pills 5 at a time with water. I decided to go lie down for a bit, before the trip started. STUPID ME, I'd taken it before dinner time. From here I blacked out, and in the time my mom came into my room. I said I was dying, and she asked me if I had taken any drugs, I said yes, but was unable to say what. I was carried down by my brother and my mom, when the neighbors quickly called an ambulance while I was constantly collapsing on the floor. Next thing I know, I'm in a fucking ambulance (I thought I was dead and was passing into the afterlife until I copped on), and the trip seemed to take hours, even though it was only 5 minutes or so in reality (time distortion when using loads of DXM) I saw the heavily distorted faces of the ambulance workers around me, looking through my jacket, and then I saw my mom. I suddenly thought I was hallucinating, and wanted the trip to end. However, then my brother rang me on my mom's cell. I didnt know it was him, I heard the voice of someone I knew from holland spouting out random B.S. I later heard I was unable to say anything, sounding rather like a baby. Landed in the hospital, thinking I was in heaven, with nurses who I thought were pixies. Later on I stopped tripping slightly, and still was so delirious I couldnt even say where I was, or my last name when asked. My heart rate was 170-180 at rest, and I was in the ICU. Later on the night, I sobered up slightly, and couldnt piss due to the DXM, even though I really wanted to.

Yeah, so not a really funny story, but yeah itll help me remember how messed up it was.

Interresting story you had to tell. It's good that it's off of your mind. It's quite a stressfull coarse of events. Also it's good for other's to read.

Besides I would like to make the point clear about DXm that it can be very dangerous. I can't imagine such heavy drugs being physically good for you, not even being that conmcerned about the mental effects. I have seen my own mind bend to the point I believed for sure it was going to break but it only showed me that so much more was possible with the mind you wouldn't believe. The mind is resiliant, however the bnody is fragile.

Most distressing about "coughing syrup'' or "coughing pills" is that they do not all contain DXM. Alot of them don't contain DXM but Anti-histamines and Atropine & Scopolamine (from deadly nightshade plants like Datura Thornapple) that are innocenty cough surpressors in low doses. Alot of times DXM syrup or pills also contain anti-histamines and atropine & scopolamine: These can be VERY lethal in doses at which DXM are "psychedelically active".