Some many years ago...
One last time I mixed DPH with DXM in what was later to be noticed as a stupidly high dose. I was with my friends and all at once I went from dead sober to completely ripped out of reality. My friends turned into simpsons characters with devil horns. They were yellow and animated looking. Words were sureal and conversations took a lot of effort, just relaying to them that I was strongly tripping seemed like I was trying to contact the past. I left the table where we playing some sort of card game and drinking beer. I entered another room where I saw ants and a green slime all over the wall. The ants were collecting the slime in several spots on the wall and moved at random, no patterns. I said to my friend that I was worried his parents would come home and know we were high if we didnt clean up the ants/slime. For the rest of the trip I would periodically forget I was high and once again tell my friend we should clean the walls or we would get caught, I must have said this 6 times or so. We left to go to a corner store for snacks or something, I dont know why we did that, I was terrified. I was absolutely not in reality, everything looked alien and the landscape was completely different, I literally thought we had gone to another planet, it looked nothing like earth. Standing outside the store because I couldnt go in I saw vast highways of spaceships in the sky, thi is when I realized and was 100% convinced we werent on earth, but for some reason this really didnt bother me, it seemed so natural and proper. We arrived back at my buddies and they put on guitar hero, I tried to scrape the slime off the wall but it was very sticky and I was affraid of getting ants on my arms so I gave up. I played guitar hero which sounded like words not guitar notes. That proved to be too trippy and I gave up. I started feeling daaaaam delirious and all my friends it seemed couldnt hear me anymore, I know they could but when they would repond to me i wouldnt understand it and it happen so quick I couldnt remember if they did answer me. From this point until we slept I layed in one spot on the floor curled up because my three friends were on the couch and what I saw still scares me to this day, 7 years later. All of their eyes, ears, nose and mouth were pouring blood, it ran down their faces and down their torsos and onto the floor where it stream to different places and puddle, I could smell it and it was very unpleasent, then to make it worse spiders started crawling out of their mouths, they came out at alarming rates and violently, I watched as my friends bled from every orriface and vomited spiiders. The spiders all cam and surrounded me but there was an invisible glass chamber I percieved myslef sitting in because the spiders would come within 6 inches of me all 360 degrees around but couldt get on me, this was relieving because I am terrified of spiders. I remember sitting there completely terrified for hours watching this happen to my friends, and then fell asleep under a coffee table because it was the only spot that wasnt covered in blood or infested with spiders, which were building webs all around the house. Upon asking my friends what I looked like while I watched spiders and blood pour from their faces for what seemed hours, they told me that I mentioned spiders and blood and looked freaked right out and it did last roughly 2 hours but they said I was not sitting on the floor, I was actually pacing around the room muttering about ants and slime and spider webs, all of which I still was convinced needed to be cleaned up else we get caught by his parents in the morning. I made remarks about the spiders building webs and how it must hurt to have spiders crawiling out of your mouth but I never said these things to my friends I just muttered them. They though I was going crazy because apparently nobody tripped as hard as I and they still had a decent grip on reality.
Be careful kids.
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