Thread: 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?