Bad Trip Puns

Two weeks ago I decided to do acid again (it was good the first time) and it changed my perception to everything. Since then I have had extreme anxiety and quit smoking due to it making it so much worse.

During my trip for two and a half hours I was lying on a couch outside by myself in a negative thought loop. Every time I looked at the sky I saw animated clown faces spinning in circles, I looked at bushes and saw glowing eyes. What’s worse is that when I looked and planks of wood I saw what my brain described as stretched out human faces like the ones from the “scream” painting. I had to talk myself out of the negative thought loop because there was no one else there.

What didn’t help was that this was at 1:30am and I had work the next morning at 8:30am I was at work and couldn’t stand being alone because it made me insanely anxious. Since the trip I get anxious all the time for no reason. I have started meditating and that seems to help a bit but it doesn’t help me pinpoint and completely eradicate the anxiety (I had bad anxiety before I started smoking at it really helped but since the acid trip it just seems to make it worse).

For the past 4 days I have been sober of everything (all drugs, alcohol and fast food) and don’t feel as bad as I did when I was still smoking but I still just don’t feel right. How long will it take for my anxiety to go away and to be able to feel like I can live properly again?

Probably should specify I was smoking weed.

I had the weirdest experience of my life while tripping last night. My husband and I (both moderate shrooms users) rented a hotel room and took about 12g (each) of penis envy. It was my first time having straight penis envy. Generally we take a hybrid or straight teachers. I was NOT prepared for the way that hit me. I mean within 30 minutes I was straight up tripping with audio and visual hallucinations. Normally I have a really chill experience but I was in an absolute panic and it sent me into a bad space. I felt like I was in a time warp and I was pacing the hotel room saying over and over “this was a mistake” “this was a fucking mistake”… my poor husband. I think we just took too much. But I also want to know if anyone (at any dose) has had a bad trip specifically on penis envy? The coming down portion was nice though…. Definitely the best mushroom we have had as far as sex goes. 😄

EDIT thanks to you wonderful bunch I am feeling so much better. Sorry if I haven't thanked you but I've read every comment and they have been so useful. I fucking love this sub reddit and each and every one of you are solid gold. Bless you all and thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi guys hoping you can help me, I am getting desperate.

I recently had a mushroom trip that went awry for a clear reason, I tripped 2 days in a row (and had LSD earlier in the week) and I was exhausted, my set and setting was bad and it was mixed with THC. As someone who has tripped give or take 50 times I absolutely was becoming cocky so I know I have no one to blame but myself for this. I have had challenging trips before but nothing I couldn't sit with or ride the waves of.

Regardless, I became enveloped in psychosis and I didn't think I was real including my partner. I had been watching videos prior to this by Jim Newman, Tony Parsons and other Youtubers that talk about solipsism. I really enjoyed exploring the nature of reality but little did I know I was slowly brainwashing myself that nothing was real. (I no longer watch these people since finding out there are many warnings about them brainwashing people and that they have driven others to a similar state of fear).

I ended the trip with benzos, first time for me having to use trip killers.

I have had a couple of deep trips before where I experienced 'oneness' but not in the sense of solipsism, more that 'everything is everything' and I visualised this as a body of water split in to a million droplets. Every droplet is a human with their own experience and sphere of perception but all from the same source. I know there is no 'central' me, I am a flurry of thoughts and feelings etc but I am the consistent thing that experiences/observes it all, so I always used to believe that I and those around me physically existed, even if the ego is more of a mental concept.

But experiencing solipsism, as in, 'I am the only thing that exists and I am imagining my whole reality' during a trip has FUCKED my head up. I am having daily panic attacks, I feel grief at the thought of my partner not being real and I cant smoke weed anymore as it brings the trip back. I simply cannot stand it. I cant meditate anymore or stay mindful.

Some days I want to die. I know there is no way of proving I am not imagining my own reality. I would rather be dead than this all be imaginary.

I also have OCD, (have had it since I was a child) and th

I see faces and eyes everywhere I look. I’m really scared. Took them about 6 hours ago. I’m so paranoid, I have Ativan and Xanax, do I take them? I drank a little bit earlier and I don’t want it to interfere with the Ativan and Xanax. Please help Im scared

Update: a bit calmer now, visuals aren’t inane anymore. Except I still have crazy closed eye visuals. I’m sooooo tired, but can’t sleep.

Update:I keep hearing the same song in my head over and over. I’ve also become emotionally attached to the lighter I found in my pocket.

Update: passed out, I’m awake and sober. Last night was awesome, I was the happiest I have ever been, also the most scared. Truly an experience to learn from. The closed eye visuals were so intense. I saw myself dead by OD. I need to slow down on drug use, I take too much xans, I drink too much. For once I’m happpy to be sober.

Posted a trip report if y’all wanna read it.

I always see how hippie culture was all about love, peace and connection and while I am not saying that our generation doesn't have these experiences - but simply browsing reddit I see a lot of bad trip reports, decreased mental health due to those trips, existential dread etc.

Could it be due to our high exposure to 24/7 news from around the world, that is mostly stressful and bad?

If the psychedelics show you things you dont want to see, its your fucking fault for both taking psychedelics and having things that you dont want to see. If you just thought about it for one fucking second you wouldve realized those were both possibilities if you took psychedelics. Your fucking fault for not thinking. Jesus fucking christ.

it feels like it’s been days but i took 3g with orange juice 3 and a half hours ago and it won’t stop?

not my first trip and i did make sure everything was ok prior but i guess i can never know…

it was fine at first but then i started getting really bad feelings and nothing is helping.

there was a point where i was actually worried about my safety too but it’s all good. like i knew i was fine but saw blood everywhere that was so weird?

i don’t know where to go from here it’s staring to go down but i’m a bit lost emotionally?

if anyone has any tips please do drop them this is so awful.

Well, this is a typical horror story, but I have to give you some context first, in order to get you invested in the report. I'm 26(M), moved out a few months ago to another country that is very drug friendly, but also in a severe lockdown. This gave me the opportunity to get some RCs and experiment occasionally. I had done MDMA, coke, shrooms and weed before, but I wanted to try other stuff as well, so I ordered some 2-fma and a few micropills of 1p-lsd (100 and 150ug doses).

Fast forward to yesterday. I had already tried the 2p-lsd during the last few months. All 3 times it was a pretty chill experience, intense visuals, interesting thoughts, bodyhigh, the works. But I never mixed it with anything other than weed and only on the comedown. The last 14 days I've been taking functional doses of 2-fma to catch 2 deadlines on my MSc program. My schedule was 5 days of straight use, then a weekend break. Yesterday, I finally delivered my last paper and I wanted to celebrate the start of the holidays with a psychedelic trip.

The thing is that I was on my second 5-day streak and the final day I took double the dose because I was super stressed and mentally tired. After the deadline, I got back home without any meals during the day, so I had a snack bar and popped the acid. Do you see what's coming? I didn't, even though I had read about the danger of mixing lsd with stimulants and the importance of being well rested before a trip.

T+30: I already had very intense visuals, which never happened before so soon after dosing. A small worried thought popped into my mind, but I was able to put it away.

T+60: I was watching the Office, laid on the couch. Because of my already high heart-rate, I decided to smoke some weed, so I could relax. Huge mistake. 5-6 puffs later, I started losing my mind. I looked at the joint and I could see in it, beyond it and I froze. My 2-fma use came up into my mind and I started worrying that I was tweaking like a methhead, throwing my life away. That was the last thought I remember having as myself.

T+?: I forgot everything, complete ego death. I didn't know where I was, who I was, even what I was. I would look at something and this would turn into the floor, which turned into a crazy maze. This happened with the joint I was holding, the table, the tv, the kitchen, everything would melt and I was falling into this mess. This would loop over and over again. I could only feel panic, so I started pacing around the house. Time didn't have

I am doing psychedelics for healing my cPTSD, and i have had a real issue before in worrying about bad trips, or things going wrong.

It dawned on me after last weeks trip (6g mushrooms), that perhaps people who have done psychedelics historically for fun, and then occasionally it can become introspective which they arent expecting, could be defined as a bad trip

also, some of my trips for healing, someone else could call a bad - i feel like i am going mad, i feel very angry, and i revert to infant form, i scream, i cry, and it can be tough - but its helping me, and i sense the benefits

i think through this i have come to realise, that i have likely had bad trips but as i dont see them that way, as they are helping me, then the definition has a different place

appreciate this divides opinions, but i am just offering a view from my growing experience.

thanks

TLDR: 4 day trip through hell. Consumed slightly over 3.5 grams of mushrooms. Had an amazing out of body experience filled with some terror and confusion, but a lot of love, beauty, and spiritual awakening. Lasted longer than I expected. Thought it was over after 12 hours, but started to lose touch with reality the next day. Entered a psychotic state and was unable to determine what was reality. Deteriorated further for 2 days which culminated in a violent episode and eventually arrest by police, hogtying in the ER, strapped to a restraint chair multiple times, and ultimately injected with anti-psychotic medication and forcibly admitted to a behavioral health unit. Eventually discharged. Lingering mental issues, but feel like I’m slowly coming back to normal. Assault charges are pending from actions that occurred during my arrest.

Preface: This is hard for me to write, but I feel like it might help someone else out there. Maybe I didn’t look hard enough because I didn’t want to find them, but during my investigation of the downsides of psilocybin and magic mushrooms it didn’t seem like the trips lasted that long or could be extremely dangerous. I had an appointment with a psychologist yesterday and she said that I should write everything down and think about sharing it, so here we are.

Background: A little about myself so it might help explain my inexperience with this kind of thing and generally who I am and where I started this journey. I am just over 40 and have lived a fairly clean and sober life compared to the average American. I did a bit of drinking in highschool and college, but I met my future wife early in college and mostly stopped partying after that. I smoked some marijuana from time to time with friends when they offered, but probably no more than a dozen times in my life. I smoked cigarettes and cigars when drinking on occasion but otherwise I’ve never tried most drugs. I am successful by most measures. I have no criminal record, I don’t break the law. I have a wife, kids, a dog, a great job, a beautiful home and family that loves me. I know it’s a good life, but I’ve struggled with depression for the last five years or so. I know that I have everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more, yet I would still get overly cranky for no particular reason and I would often feel depressed. It got worse and worse for a number of years, ultimately hitting my bottom emotionally when I thought I was going to lose my wife to cancer. After my w

Finally got a chance to watch this movie on Netflix and it was fantastic. Hilarious - and gross - pranks mixed in with the story. Some of these pranks blow my mind with how they were set up. I wish there was a commentary track where Eric would talk about the setup for them. It seems like they setup all the storefronts and such-and would wait for people to show up? I wonder how they setup the gas station when all the gasoline shot out all over the place?

The gorilla one was crazy and hysterical and fucking gross but I was cracking up laughing.

What I really liked were all the nice strangers who offered to help out or give advice. It was a surprisingly sweet movie at times and then seeing the credits scene was perfect because you see the people finding out it was all a movie.

The MVP was the tall guy who helped them after the car crash.

I used to subscribe to the idea that there's no such thing as a bad trip, only harsh lessons. I'd had a few uncomfortable trips where I was forced to confront issues that made me uncomfortable, and while it was scary and tough, I was fine. I congratulated myself on handling a "bad trip" and thought that people who freak out on psychedelics just aren't able to handle their own minds. Oh how wrong I was.

5 years ago my friend and I had gotten a sheet of some really good acid, of medium strength (the dealer said 100ug but it's impossible to know for sure) and I took 2 one night with her. I'd been able to handle much more so I thought I was fine. I'd tripped at least 60 times before this, on dmt, lsd, mushrooms, 2cb, 2ce, 2cc,2ct2, 25i, 25b, 25c, 5-meo-mipt, 4-aco-dmt, 4-ho-met, allylescaline... You get the point. I was experienced and could always handle my shit. I still have no idea what went so wrong or why, I was in a good state of mind, with a trusted friend. Anyways here's the story.

We took the tabs and went to get some food while they kicked in. We were eating and the patterns on the table started getting all funky and moving around. We were in a busy campus Cafe which is not the ideal setting for a trip so we promptly left after eating. We made it back to her house and were chilling with her roommates when things started getting strange. I was very anxious due to coming up with sober strangers and the anxiety built until it finally broke and I felt silly for being anxious when I was clearly in no danger. I allowed myself to laugh and say silly things without fear of judgment, and out of nowhere reality just seemed to break.

I was talking with her roommates when suddenly they were saying exactly what I was thinking, or I'd finish their sentences. We were just staring at each other confused as to what was happening when I realized I was having the same conversation over and over. I'd say something, they'd reply, then time seemed to jump backwards and they'd be in the middle of a sentence they said a minute ago, and I knew how they replied and I'd finish their sentences, somehow knowing what they were going to say because they already said it. They started getting freaked out as did I, so my friend suggested we go down to her room and listen to music.

We were laying there listening to music when all hell broke loose. I closed my eyes and my  vision was filled with these impossibly intricate snakes made of roots and eyes that felt like they were slith

Like I said.

I asked my friend with whom I have tripped many times. He cited Clockwork Orange due to an unpleasant experience he had on acid with it.

I stated, The Lighthouse though it’s my favorite movie when they can’t even agree on each others names that’s maddening. Birdman because of the implications despite being one of my favorites is another.

TL;DR: I had a life altering bad trip on acid in 2009. I now have clean acid tabs that I want to do, but just microdose. Maybe I'll eventually work up to a full tab dose. I know I need to have like zero worries in the world and have a sitter, but based on my full backstory, what do you guys think?

Backstory:

I did 2 hits of acid in 2009 (first time. We were 17. Now 31.) with a couple friends and everything was good vibes. It really was great.... until I smoked some strong weed. We went back up to my room and I suggested we watch Heavy Metal (1981 animated film), but one of my friends was like nah let's just watch Drake and Josh instead. He probably didn't know what Heavy Metal was and just assumed it was like a heavy metal documentary or something. If you have not watched it, I highly recommend it while on some mind-altering substances. It's literally an acid trip in its own right.

Anyways, so while peaking and obviously a little bummed from my friend's negative reaction, I was watching Drake and Josh and nothing really seemed wrong until I couldn't move.... like at all. My vision was even locked onto the TV with Drake and Josh. I didn't realize it at this time, but I think the combination of the weed and acid put me into a sleep paralysis state and I could still see and my brain was functioning, but my body was completely shut the fuck off. I panicked and then finally snapped out of it, and then I started freaking out and telling my friends what I experienced. They freaked out too and were like just go to sleep go to sleep. And.... I did.

But wait a fuckin second here. News Flash: You can't sleep on acid dumbass! I tried to, and what I experienced changed my life forever. I closed my eyes and somehow immediately ended back up in my chair watching Drake and Josh and I was stuck there. I could not move. And my mind was going crazy. I kept asking why I couldn't move and why this was happening. Then something in my head said, "This is it. You're in hell. This is the end of the line. Good life you had, but you fucked up and now this is your personal hell and you are stuck here forever." I kept saying "what the fuck" and "oh my god" in my head and every time I said it, I felt extreme levels of stress. I could literally feel my hair turning white as I started to accept my new reality. (some were actually white after I woke up in the hospital btw).

Then my mind started to wander and ask other questions like, "What is the meaning of life and why am I here

Last year me and my friend bought MDMA from a very trusted source. We made our way through it over a few weekends in the same setting. We had a great time but coincidentally on the night when we were finishing the last of the bag, we both had a bad trip.

We both got shaky and sick. I vomited. We both wanted to be in the dark and in separate rooms. I wanted to lie down but whenever I closed my eyes, I was seeing visions of Donald Trump doing disgusting things with a pig (lol I'm totally for real) so it prevented me from being able to sleep until I was exhausted.

Weirdly, the next day, it felt as if I hadn't done MDMA at all. Usually, it takes a few days to recover as I feel lethargic, exhausted, depressed but this time I felt absolutely fresh.

The bad experience was enough for my friend to never want to do it again. But it's a mystery to me as to why this happened. The drugs came from the same bag, were taken in the same setting and I just wondered what went wrong and if anyone has experienced anything similar and how can you take steps to avoid a bad trip like this.

Thanks

she is 17 and she doesnt smoke often and im a bad brother for smoking it with her.

she is trembling and talking about how she died but didnt,going in and out of coinciencesness like a bad psych trip

she is trying to sleep now and i gave her 2 glasses of water

idk what else to do, im so worried

is she going to be ok? can someone help me?

Shroom stocks is famous. 😂😂😂😂

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EDIT: yes im alive thank you so much to all of you guys this has really changed my whole perspective on life and people, never expected to get the love u guys gave. really am thankful

on a side note its 7am, and i gotta go to school by train for 1 hour and im feeling like throwing up a little

(I should say at the outset, I know this is probably well-tread ground on this sub but would love to hear what others make of this experience. I also fully intend to talk to my therapist about it all at my next appointment but I don’t think they really have much insight into psychedelic treatment.)

I've taken shrooms probably somewhere around ten times in the last two and a half years. Some smaller doses (.5-1g) and some on the larger end (2.5g or so). For the most part it's always been pleasant, fun, funny, and helpful. Sometimes on the larger doses after a little while the fun turns into confusion and I get restless, can't think straight, kind of just want things to end, but nothing too bad.

So last night I decided I wanted to jump into a slightly heavier dose, with the intention of laying on the couch with my eyes covered, a curated playlist, and just try to "explore inside", so to speak. I've been trying to meditate a lot more lately, understand my spiritual side better, understand myself better, and it seemed like a good time to try it. I also felt like I've done enough research on what to expect from a higher dose and this type of trip.

I set everything up at home. I'm super comfortable in my own space at home and have tripped here before and really enjoyed it. Everything was good to go.

I weighed out 3.5g and made it into a tea and drank it at 7:45pm. Went upstairs and laid down on the couch, music, blindfold and all. I'd say I probably lasted about an hour with the blindfold on, and it was nice, soothing. Felt warm and safe. Had a lot of emotions, laughing, crying, but all positive and things that I felt comfortable with.

I typically get pretty restless on shrooms so after that I took the blindfold off and just enjoyed myself around the house. Hung out in different rooms, genuinely saying out loud how much I loved the space I was in, how good I felt, I felt like I was really seeing things clearly, loving myself, understanding things. Honestly just felt totally at peace and happy. I was able to tell myself how happy I felt to just "be me", it was wonderful.

Then about two hours into the trip it took a turn for the darker. I started feeling confused. I couldn't really understand how long I'd been high, and I got the impression I'd past a point of no return by taking too many shrooms and that my brain was permanently broken. I started spiralling into thoughts that my life was going to fall apart, I'd have to leave my home and move into a facili

So, LSD is amazing and it's ability to completely bend reality is really impressive. I love yhis aspect but at the same time I hate it. So far, every single high(ish) dosr I've done has resulted in a bad trip (200-300mcg, never done more).

The problem is once in a trip, I desperately try to cling to reality, and I know I should "accept" it but that's an easy thing to say.

So I usually trip with less headspacey things, such as 2cb and 4-ho-met. But I would like to experience these reality bending trips so any ideas would be nice

I had a bad trip on shrooms over the last summer, and I keep getting really strong flashbacks. It was a really intense experience for me, and I can't stop thinking about it either. I feel like I can't get over what happened during my trip, and I was hoping someone would have some advice on getting past this.

Hi guys , I need help , this is my fifth trip , im an Artist and tripping helps me with improving art a lot , I have a very close friend of mine that I bought tripping recently on a 150ug dose , four of us all took 150and started to come up , this was his second trip , but the first one wasn’t as intense as this , he started to go a bit crazy and start shouting that he wants us all to go love god , he ran out of the room and started climbing the gate we had to pin him down for hours , he said that taking acid is wrong and we should all love god , at this point I was freaking out a little bit , I tried to guide him out of the bad trip , but failed , the religious part is where I failed at ; because I am not a very religious person myself . it was to the point where I thought we may have to get the police involved , in the end we called his pastor , his family (which are all Christians)to my living room where we all had a very long talk , and he finally started calming down and they talked about their family situations and all that , overall I think it was a good trip for him as he made connections with his family , and all that , but I’m just wondering if I did anything wrong , I feel a sense of guilt and a bit weird although I am ‘fine’ maybe I just need someone to talk to ? Usually I’m the one that guides people , maybe I need someone to guide me too . At one point I start to feel like my actions are becoming more and more like him and will I end up like him in the future ? I think that’s where I’m stuck at , thanks . Have a good trip.

no need to downvote, Im trying to have a conversation about this...

AM I the only one that wants to experience a bad trip and see what its like and all about?

Ive only ever had great times on shrooms and acid, but I want to experience those bad trips I always hear about and beat them if that makes any sense. I feel i might have too much of a grasp mentally to not ever have a bad trip. IDK.

Anyone else ever feel like this?

I have tripped almost 20 times and recently had my first bad trip. I took my usual 3 gram mexican cubensis on the weekend at 2 pm. The mushrooms took quite a while to kick in and thought my tolerance went up so I took another .5g. I started to feel the effects and get snug to a movie. Suddenly out of no where, a huge dark figure storms into my apartment and goes right up to me. The second I looked away the figure was gone. It scared me so badly that I felt fear completely control me to a point where I felt powerless. I am a skydiver and very good at dealing with fear so it really took me off guard. To have a good trip go bad so quickly. I was pacing back and forth and hanging with my dog until I felt a little better but felt like I was being watched. Sometime later I am in my bathroom and I hear the whole room vibrating with footsteps like someone is coming for me and the figure is back! Stormed in again like it did before. I resisted the xanax and rode the trip through without the figure coming back. This trip scared the shit out of me. I've seen ghosts/spirits without drugs throughout my life so I felt like it was real. The figure felt so evil and got the vibe like it wanted to take me to hell. I'm a good person and try and stay away from the evil that it in this world.

One moth later. I haven't tripped again yet. The feeling of fear completely over running me has happened a few times again without any mushrooms! I was walking my dog deep in the forest I always go to and a man appeared out of no where. I was so scared all of a sudden that I went light headed and almost passed out because of fear. I experenced fear at that moment because we were deep in a forest and the person could of been a murderer. This is so unlike me. I have so much practice dealing with fear and jumping out of the airplanes that I have time and time again.

2 weeks later. I was thinking out loud about doing a mushroom trip again. The figure stormed back into my apartment while I was completely sober.

Questions Do you think there is deep meaning of a bad trip or could it be as simple as being caught on a thought loop?

Do you think I should trip again and confront this being?

Do you believe the things that you experience on your trip is real? Maybe in another world/dimension?

Note: Its hard to describe how scary and bad it felt in writing.

Be vegan! Happy Tripping!

Going to party this weekend with about 20 people who are all going to be on bags, my friend who is hosting it doesn’t like coke and has asked me to bring down some shrooms for her.

I know she’s done them once or twice and had a good time, but that was with other people tripping, she’ll be the only one on them. For myself that would be a horrible setting to trip, but maybe that’s just me?

She’s obviously an adult and can make these decisions, but I don’t think she realises how easy a trip can go south. A lot of variables could happen with coked up drunk people, especially with unfamiliar faces around.

I don’t want to come across as one of those know it alls though, I might put some negative thoughts in her head which could affect her trip by bringing it up.

I don’t know, just don’t want her to have a bad time in that setting. Do you guys think I should just leave it and watch out for her on the day?

Im worried about tripping now because of this and i feel like it would really have me feeling bad and idk if i can handle it, ive done my fair share of psychedelics till this point but ive also been living up until now a pretty straight life and didnt do anything THAT bad. Can anyone offer advice perhaps?

its not my first time taking acid , i took the tab like 5 hours ago i think , but i really cant seem to escape the thought loops right now and i don’t know what to do and everything ia super duper overwhelming and i don’t know how to stop it