Wake up calls/scary experiences with drugs

A friend of mine took a heap of E and Md at electric picnic last year on the first night.
He disappeared during the chemical brothers and we couldn't find him at all during the night.
5am we arrive back to the tent and he's there passed out.
The next morning he told us he went to the big tree to pee and the drugs hit him full force, he couldn't see a single thing except lights. He said the smallest lights were like staring into the sun.
He ended up rambling around body and soul for 3 hours trying to find our campsite until someone took him by the hand and brought him to the right campsite.

Bought a score of hash in Spain when I was 15. I had been a fairly seasoned user of this drug back in Ireland, but I wasn't prepared for what happened. This is because it looked like hash, and smelled like hash, but it wasn't straight hash. It was either laced with some psychedelic substance or Lucifer himself took a piss on it before it was sold to me. It was bad news. My mate and I sat on the beach, rolling one joint each to bring back to the hotel room, but I decided to sample the goods and smoked mine - a pinner, because neither of us could do three-skinners - to myself. "It's pretty sh*t," I say to him, thinking I was an expert after four puffs. "We've been had."

We're walking back to the hotel and it's clear, by my constant giggling that we actually did buy the real deal, but nothing what followed was a laughing matter. Fast forward about 20 minutes and I'm sitting on the bed, balling my eyes out because my mate wouldn't confess to whispering the lyrics to Mary Moe in my ear when I was turned the other way. "Just f*cking tell me the truth, Brian!" We had watched Dumb and Dumber on the plane over, which more than likely explains that audio hallucination.

I was a mess because a few minutes before that I was putting my hand through my own chest - not literally of course but it felt very, very real. He's just on the bed, laughing hysterically - not because he was experiencing the giggles, just because it was hilarious I'm guessing. For good reason, he didn't feel like smoking his joint. I slept off the experience and under no circumstances was I going to smoke any more of it. But we're young, and stupid, so instead of writing off our €20 investment, we go down the beach and try flog it to random men. We thought we had a buyer, too.

It was really very warm, so you could remove tiny little bits of the block without burning it. This one bloke, cool as f*ck, did just that, rubbed a bit off, put it in the top of his cigarette and then just f*cked off on us. "I didn't know Fonzie was Spanish," I say to my mate. I didn't. Every bit of dialogue is paraphrased, because it was 13 years ago. What do we do now? We can't sell it, and we definitely can't smoke it now because a couple of lost Smarties in my pocket had sort of melted into the lump. "We have to destroy it," he says. I reluctantly nod. We're too far from Mount Doom to discard this lump, forged by Satan himself no doubt, so we have to settle for the next best thing: the roof of the Hotel Samba, which is literally a stone's throw from our hotel. I throw it across and that was that.

Overdose mixing H with Xanax. Didn't go unconscious but had a complete blackout and came too in a hospital with a drip in my arm. Very dangerous and stupid to mix two incredibly powerful CNS depressants.

xzanti wrote: »

I almost died of boredom listening to someone who was on coke a few years ago.

I wish I could thank this a million times. So true.

Only ever took ecstasy once. Smoked whatever could be smoked, snorted whatever was going at house parties but I didn't like how I was after taking ecstasy. My brain felt like it was sizzling in a frying pan and when your jaws start moving of their own accord it's not a great feeling. My behaviour that night wasn't good and I wasn't in a great place mentally either.