One night about a month ago, I hit up a buddy for some acid, we chatted for a while, found a hook-up for 25c, and decided I would buy two hits, and take one, and if things were still pretty normal in an hour, I'd take the second. In retrospect this was a terrible idea, I had no idea what 25c-nBOME was, except for my buddy told me "It's designed to act just like acid, and it does a damn good job". This was not enough information for me to be jumping into it, but I didn't think twice, like a dumbass.
00:00 Dosed, sitting in the back seat of another friends car, we'll call him J, his brother M, and the dealer L. Immediately the taste almost makes me puke, I tough it out and move the dose under my tongue.
00:05 The leaves on the tree outside the car are passing through each other, moving up and down, forward and backward, in and out of focus. All the while I can see what appears to be every leaf on the tree, through every other leaf on the tree. Realizing how fast the effects are kicking in, I remember I've never heard of this drug before, and know nothing about it; The extreme nausea that the flavor was causing made me begin to get nervous, about my lack of knowledge, and the fact that 5 minutes after dosing there are noticeable distortions happening. L told me it takes half an hour to kick in at all, and that it's "just like acid", and that was all I knew.
00:15 We decide to go to the gas station to get some water and munchies, J and M were gonna roll a blunt with L when we got back. Upon returning to L's parking lot, I noticed that when I rolled the window down, there was another window above it, also made of glass. This was a very cool effect, and definitely brought on some euphoria. Geometrical patters were beginning to play on my clothing, on the car seats, and all over the houses and trees. The strength of the effects was surprising.
00:30 My friends decided that a walk through dark woods, to a bone sculpture, with someone who has never tripped before would be a good idea at 2am, they were very wrong. Trees began extending their branches in a spider-like manner, and the bone structure seemed to be emit a dark aura, extremely unwelcoming. I turned around and said "I'm going to the car" and had to stop because the path beneath my feet split open, I waited for L to come guide me back towards a street light.
Upon getting to the light, the effects became enjoyable and I noticed tracers and bright colors, very interesting breathing on all surfaces around me, unlike anything I had ever experienced with sleep deprivation or DXM. Over all this was shaping up to be a cool experience. J passed me the blunt, which I thought about rejecting because I hate the taste of blunts, but decided to hit it anyway. Almost puked from the flavor, and said "No thanks man, not today".
01:15 J and M had to leave, which in my current state was terrible because they are very close friends, while I hardly know L; this gave the trip an unsettling feel, which was wildly strengthened upon entering L's apartment, the lighting was very "orange" and had a dim, unsafe feeling about it. I disregarded this and realized that the cat was hissing at me, I may have almost cried out in fear. L put the cat downstairs and turned on the game RAGE, knowing that I was already uncomfortable. There was something that sounded like a scream in the game and I curled up on the floor. At this point L gave up and turned off the game, handing me a guitar saying "A, play this. You love guitar right?" Truth be told, this was probably one of the coolest experiences I'd ever had, the sound shot out in colors across my vision, and vibrated my entire body. I played the same 3 notes over and over for what must have been 20 minutes.
02:00 L, being a shitty trip sitter, decided to take me on another walk through the woods. This is where things started to get bad; There were red dots flying through my vision, they were very malicious, always coming straight towards me, though never actually gaining any ground. I stated several times that I wanted to go back, but L insisted that I would love the lake, so I endured my fear and followed him, despite the disappearance of the ground and the trees, and the fact that L had what must have been 10 heads layered inside-and-out of each other.
02:15 We arrived at the lake and L was right, it was fucking AMAZING. The trip was still intensifying, I was flying through my mind experiencing the colors and sensations radiating off the lake. There was a stoplight off in the distance that happened to be green, and it was playing cartoon-style lines out across the lake. In response to this I remarked "I like green, he's nice" and responded to myself "that made no fucking sense at all".
03:00 I don't remember much of the walk back to L's place, but I remember being unable to recall how the trip started, who I was, where I came from, where I was going, or how long it would take. I knew the answers to all of these questions, but I couldn't make myself believe that they were true, it didn't seem real. Every memory was distorted just as much as my vision and mind, nothing made sense, and I was experiencing the beginnings of what would soon be ego death, the only problem being that I didn't know it. I remarked to myself several times "I paid money for this, it will be over soon", though I didn't really know what that meant.
03:30 L realized how much this sucked for me, and decided it was time to smoke a bowl. While he took his hit, I looked at my phone which radiated colors all through my vision, each color so personal and representative of the remarkable thing that was my cell phone. L handed me the pipe, my pipe, and I couldn't figure out to do with it. What was this thing in my hand? Why was it glowing red in that spot? What do I do with it? L said "Hey man, you gonna hit it or what? Here I'll light it" and immediately I remembered what marijuana was. I love marijuana! I took a hit and held it, smiled a little and let it out. After this, it's full on ego death and reality replacement. I have very little memory of anything after this.
xx:xx Apparently after I hit the pipe, I stood up and stated "I want to die." and proceeded to try and jump off the porch head first. It was 2 or 3 stories up, so if I'd been in the shape to actually move properly, I probably would've died right then. I remember visuals of people in my life telling me to calm down, tell them it wasn't true. So I did, and the trip got worse; there had been sound building up in my ears for the entire trip, echoing and echoing out into a void of endless sound, and it was louder than anything I have ever heard in my life. Each time that I told my family and my friends that it wasn't true, that I didn't want to die, the sound got louder, and the trip got more intense.
At some point L took me inside and tried to calm me down, I guess I threw him down the stairs, ran out the door screaming "I am not going to die!" and ate shit trying to jump a USPS mail box (my sig is a true story). After this (I assume this is where it started) I remember feeling extreme pain through my entire body, my mind even hurt, but it was nothing compared to the sound I was hearing, it dwarfed every possible discomfort I could ever experience.
I stood on top of planet earth, a Giant, my arms outstretched and my eyes on fire and screamed "I AM NOT GOING TO DIE" and proceeded to fall through a vortex of never ending red, blue, and yellow patterns, their hate and ill intentions ripping me to pieces (emotionally, I didn't actually experience this physically) until I hit the ground. I remember paramedics asking who I was, what I was on, and then telling someone to sedate me. Straight back to hell I went, the sound pulsating through me, myself hitting the ground as fast as gravity would pull me, over, and over, and over. I remarked to myself "This is what life revolves around. Someone has a bad trip, and the rest of the world has to calm them down, otherwise, it'll be the end.. That's what a trip is, an infinitely long time, and if it's bad, at the end, we all die. That's it, the end of time, the end of the world. The end of eternity". I heard my family say "Tell us it isn't true, and it wont be", and so I did, I told them it wasn't true, and that it wasn't the end of the world; Until I hit the ground another time. I would hear a voice more terrifying than any voice I've ever heard say "The end of the world, of eternity. We are All, Going, to Die." and then the entire sequence would repeat.
Then I woke up in the hospital, I was in so much pain I couldn't move, and I was surrounded by my mother and father, my brothers, my grandfather, aunts, uncles, and cousins. All I could do is say "Where am I? And why are you here?" and then I blacked out. I came to a while later, they told me I was found running around in a parking lot bleeding heavily from my forehead, screaming that I was not going to die. I also found out that after I was sedated, I quit breathing, for long enough that I was turning blue. The paramedics told my family they were pretty sure I was going to die, and that I got lucky. They also found special K in my system, whether it was on the tab I took or in the weed I smoked I'm unaware of.
I talked to L later and he told me no one he knew had ever had a bad trip with 25c, but also that no one he knew had ever experienced visuals like I had. Apparently everyone else was seeing mild tracers and some patterns with 2-3 tabs, and I had only taken one. My guess is that they were prepared improperly and that a book was put together before the blotters were done drying, I probably got the bottom page. The dealer later told L that he should've only given me half a tab, they were all extremely high dose.
From this trip I learned never to ingest something that I don't have any knowledge of, and to get more info from whatever dealers I go through. I also will never trip with L again, he's a nice guy, but a fucking terrible sitter. I think if the entire trip had been with J and M I probably would've had a very positive experience, they are wonderful people. As terrible as the trip was, there were some extremely cool aspects, and because of this experience I can not wait to give psychedelics a second, and a third try. If I arm myself with knowledge, and do not wander blindly into the land that is the psychedelic experience, I can plainly see from this experience that there are very large ways I could improve my quality of life using these substances as a tool. A lower dose with a substance I have more knowledge of will certainly be a delightful experience, so I can't wait for my shrooms to finish growing!
On a final note, I think the negativity in my trip was a reflection of my own personality, and since the experience I have found myself being able to handle situations with significantly less pessimism; Maybe I needed such a bad experience to make myself a better person.
Edited by KatuXiK (10/15/13 06:21 PM)
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