No Knowing said:
My frat brother in college took LSD given to him by an older cousin when he was 12. He was a very strange individual. Punished his body brutally with drugs, crap food, cigarettes, loose women. [Lots of people do that in college though] He seemed very mental like he was always thinking or scheming even more so than the average person trapped in their head. He was lactose-intolerant but would eat a pint of Ben & Jerry's every month and puke and have the runs for 2 days, "Because it was worth it." I could go on, but he was one of the weirdest guys I ever met basically. Very prone to anger too. He was very small but would start fights he would obviously lose...Seemed to have a bit of a death-wish. I'm sure some of that was innate but an early exposure to LSD probably didn't help.
My best friend in high school was exactly like this. Seemed to have a death wish at times, yes. His cousin had given him LSD and PCP when he was ten years old. He used to brag about it like it was some point of honor. So I asked him about it while we were tripping on LSD once. Why he seemed to brag about it, you know. He confessed that it was the most traumatic point in his life. He started crying and I gave him hugs and tried to comfort him. He started talking about how much he used to love his cousin and how cool of a guy he was. He never had any siblings and this cousin was like a big brother to him. So he naturally wanted to "seem cool" and do what he was doing. Smoking weed, the LSD and the PCP laced weed. After a bit he opened up more and told me that this cousin had "groomed" him so that he could have sex with him. It was so terrible to hear, especially while deep into a LSD trip. The sadness overwhelmed me and I sobbed for at least ten minutes. The good thing was that we stayed very good friends for years after this and it even made us closer. He seemed much more positive after getting it off his chest and actually telling someone. He eventually went back into the downward spiral and ended up in jail, psych wards, halfway houses, etc.
I think of him often. It's a terrible story but it shows how psychedelics can be horribly misused if someone has malicious intent.
universecannon said:
So having a less than ideal set/setting for an lsd trip and throwing in some marijuana turned out to be a very bad idea ...and did result in some lingering paranoia and fear of insanity/schizophrenia which took a long time to kick. It seems to amplify and solidify the negative effects of the marijuana for me. Not only that but afterwards it made taking lsd on its own even more difficult, since i had to de-condition myself from that paranoid response that become associated with it through mixing it with weed (which is also one reason why i'm very careful about smoking weed with dmt these days, but thats another story)
I had this happen when I was about fifteen as well. My friends and I had been walking around all night tripping out on LSD. It was a great night. When the sun started to come up we went to a corner store to grad some drinks and snacks. We met a guy and his girlfriend who knew one of my other friends. They had a huge bag of really nice weed and a glass bong in their backpack. We're all thinking, nice! Big session to cap off a wonderful trip! I certainly was thinking that. I enjoyed smoking weed a lot, and did pretty much everyday back then. So we head off to find a place to sit and smoke out of this awesome glass bong.
We wander a bit until someone suggests the graveyard. I didn't really think anything of it, we used to go there and smoke joints and bowls all the time. Besides, it's about 6:30am at this point and it's a place where no one will see us. We head up the hill into the graveyard. The LSD isn't very strong at this point, we had dosed at maybe 11pm or midnight, so it was the tail end of the trip. We sit in a circle under this huge oak and start ripping away on this tasty kush. After the second or third bowl, I started to really trip hard again. Anxiety, almost to the point of panic. There's ghost and zombies and vampires all over the graveyard. I look up at the tree and it's like a huge geometric spider's web, with huge tarantula's climbing all over the place. It looked like there was a silvery fog over the ground, and I was running my hands over the grass getting droplets of dew all over them.
My other friend was shaking uncontrollably as he was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn't really very cold, but he just couldn't warm up. I gave him my sweater and he paced around for a while to get his body temperature up. He was also having similar waves of panic and crazy visuals too. He said the tree looked like it had a menacing face on its trunk. He pointed it out and I saw the same thing he was seeing. Like a big yawning mouth and a knobby nose. It made the tree look evil and very much alive. It took another couple hours after that session to come down again. We smoked about half a pack of cigarettes between him and I, just talking it out and trying to stay calm. It stands out as one of the scariest trips I've had with LSD.