We haven’t had one of these in awhile. Share your strangest/craziest/most interesting experience. It can have been brought on from fever, lack of sleep, or [sub]other thingss[/sub]. Of course, there shouldn’t be any promotion of illegal substances.
Was watching some cartoon on TV a long, long time ago after ingesting some state MS mushrooms, and when I would look to the left/right/up/down from TV the cartoon would continue beyond the TV. Was actually pretty kewl. Then there were the breathing walls, etc., but that was more meh.
after a surgery, my fever spiked at 105, I sort of had an out of body experience - I was interacting well with everyone (nurses, doctors, family) in real time, but at the same time I was also floating above, watching it all in amusement
I think I remember the first most vividly (I’d later go to some effort to manufacture them but this was a volunteer freebie)-- I was 4 or so and had a fever and woke up crying, I suppose, and woke up my sister-- having a little freaky panic fit, so my parents came into our room and turned on the light to see what was up. My sister was sitting up in her bed and as I looked over there her sheets-- white ones with Snoopy and Woodstock on top of the doghouse-- started to rise up and float through the air menacingly towards my bed. Of course I’d just learned the word “suffocate” that week so I totally freaked out because the sheets were out to kill me. My dad stuffed some chewable children’s aspirin in my mouth and that was that.
I had lot of fevered hallucinations as a kid, actually, but didn’t exactly appreciate them. My hands felt like two balloons, you know.
This one other time there was an incredibly detailed tiny castle-- like the most intricate dollhouse ever-- in its own expansive environment on a tall hill in the center of a town that grew out of some speckled carpet-- no matter how closely you looked the resolution of the detail never failed, down the the interiors of rooms and their contents. The same room this carpet was in was also impressive in that it had some fabulous Tlingit/Haida-like designs of animals and such built into the grain of the wood paneling. Outside the bark on the trees was incredibly deep, and I could see the reflection of the lamppost behind me clearly and focussed, reflected on every one of the dozens of tiny ripples on the creek from the bridge. That was a nice, benign, delight for the senses evening, with none of the crazy. A nice fever.
I was going to sleep in my parents basement. I was right on the edge of asleep and awake. I looked up at the ceiling and saw a spider that was two feet in diameter. I freaked and ran upstairs as fast as I could only to get past the basement and realize it wasn’t real. My mom was sitting at the computer by the basement door, but she didn’t notice. I waked downstairs, turned the light on saw nothing was there and went back to bed. Unfortunately, my heart was racing so fast it took another hour to calm down.
Heh. I went to go see *The Navigator* years and years ago, on a combination of MDMA and LSD. There’s a part where the camera is following our heroes as they trek through a bleak deciduous forest.
I totally lost the edge of the screen. The forest just kept on passing out of my peripheral vision - and when I turned around a bit in my seat, the illusion persisted - I could still see the forest, moving towards the projection booth, as if the stadium seating was tracking along quietly behind this little band of medieval men. Weeeeird.
The last time I got braces (I got them twice, as an adult - yay!) I think I was in a bit of pain and was having a dream about dead people and ghosts. Right at some part of the dream where a ghost was coming at me, my dog jumped up on my bed and, taking her to be a ghost, I let out a right loud scream. I wasn’t sure if I was awake or asleep when I screamed, so I just sort of forgot about it and went back to sleep.
Turns out I was awake and screaming out loud. My folks came in the room to see if I was being murdered. It scared the bejeezus out of them.
This one was memorable because it scared the crap out of me. I was working in property insurance claims at the time and it was hurricane season. They were offering unlimited double and 1/2 overtime so I was putting in 80-90 hour weeks over about an 8 week period. Needless to say, I was exhausted from working 16-24 hour days.
I was driving home from work one of those nights and thought I saw someone standing in the middle of the highway in front of me. Slammed on my brakes and got to a stop before I realized there wasn’t anyone actually there. After that I took a day off and caught up on my sleep. 
In college, in Washington, DC - first time on mescalin. A friend took out a five dollar bill and showed us exactly where we should go to watch the sunrise - with our heads hanging upside-down off the right-hand corner of the Lincoln Memorial. The sun rises right over the Washington Monument and the reflecting pool.
Anyway - we made it to the Memorial, which was quite a journey, some time before sunset. There were no guards there, not back then.
Somehow, I found myself in Abe’s lap (though, maybe not - I’ve been back since, and he’s pretty high up there). Abe says to me: “Hey, Gen - country’s in a bit of shit, ain’t it?” I reply yes, he says “You should get down now, don’t want you to get in trouble.”
Then I watched the sunrise on my back with my head hanging over the side of the right-hand corner of the Monument. Pretty freakin’ awesome.
To this day, I still feel like Abe’s a pal of mine.
Mine was most definitely drug induced. Back in the day I had tried mushrooms and LSD and pot with predictable effects. Some friends of mine and I thought to try some MDMA and supposed what we got was that. Whatever we got however was NOT MDMA. To this day I frankly have no clue what it was but it tripped me out far more than even LSD ever had.
My parents, as a lark on a visit to Disneyland, had bought me a a hand puppet thing that was a monster from Ghost Busters (or some movie…I forget). Had it sitting on the edge of my couch. Was sort of a rubber thing with eyes that could move when you put it on your hand and worked the mechanism.
So there I am sitting and the longer I stared at this puppet the more alive it became. At first just a sort of breathing thing but in a slow progression it took on more and more life of its own. It grew some hair it didn’t have, it’s eyes were moving and looking around, got less rubbery looking and more like flesh.
Fortunately from my experience with LSD and such previously I was not freaking out about any of this. Despite my altered state I was crystal clear that this was not real and a hallucination. I found it really cool frankly. That said I admit a bit of me was scared. I wanted to touch it to see how far the hallucination went but I was worried what would happen if my hallucination jumped on me (or something along those lines). So I contented myself watching and marveling at this transformation and otherwise let it be.
There was another bit later with my ceiling and some shadows that sort of melded into a hole in my ceiling but I am not sure how to even begin to describe it in a way that would make sense (as much as a hallucination would ever make sense). To this day I wish I had artistic talent to paint/draw that bit because that is the only way any idea could be communicated to others but alas stick figures challenge me. It was really cool and vivid though.
Someone suggested we had PCP that night. I have no idea and I would never intentionally have tried that. Whatever I took was powerful and well past LSD in effect and while the memory is a fond one I never tried to revisit the experience. Misspent youth…content myself with only beer these days.
Back in college I spent a Friday night visiting a buddy of mine. We drank. Lots. Anyway I got about 2 hours sleep. Then I had to work, and about 4 Pm se started out to drive to LA through a rain storm that could drown a frog.
At about midnight I was on the grapevine (Highway 5 in the mountains between LA and the Central Valley) There was no traffic to speak of so I was using high beams and my driving lights. The reflective lane markers showed the way. All of a sudden the lane markers on the left side and the right side of my lane bent and twisted together. :eek: I shook my head, and blinked and they were back where they belonged.
Then a few minutes later, I blinked and when I opened my eyes there was a semi truck right in front of me, maybe three car lengths ahead. Now since I was going 85 and the truck would have been doing 65 I was in deep dodo. I landed on the brakes big time. This woke up my traveling companions who asked what the problem was. It’s that truck I said. What truck they asked as they looked around. No truck.
If I close my eyes, I can still see that truck, the taillights, the side marker lights going up the side of the box, the tires and mud flaps everything. That scared the shit out of me.
I pulled over and walked around in 38 degree temps in just my shirt sleeves until I got awake enough to finish the drive.
I dropped acid on Halloween once in college. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw winged monkeys on a balcony, but I wasn’t. And then I realized that it was going to be pretty difficult to tell the difference with half the town, including me, in costume or makeup.
That night I could control the flow of time. It took me about a year to walk a block and stare intently at all the interesting things, and the granularity of the sidewalk was interesting. But when I came to a corner and had to cross a street, I could speed time back to normal and make it accross the street without blocking traffic for a month.
The flower petals waved to me. All the trees had pink and purple leaves. The clouds were faceted like diamonds.
It was great.
When I was a kid sick at home, I watched an episode of “Little House on the Prairie” in which the characters were installing telegraph poles. Later that night, my fever spiked and I thought I was in the episode and was walking around the living room. My Dad woke up and I told him that I needed to move the wagon closer up the hill so we wouldn’t have to carry the poles so far. I was really stressing out about it, but freakin’ Micheal Landon wouldn’t let me, he wanted to leave the wagon on level ground. Instead of taking me to the doctor, My Dad laughed so hard he woke everyone up. Much family fun was had by all.
Oooh…so many.
Once a teacher tossed out my exercise book out of the window because of my poor handwriting.
The other time a teacher who said, “You speak as if you have always have a sore throat”.
Great confidence building moments for a young child!
CrazyChop-- I’ll assume this was the wrong window, or else your hallucinations are really banal!
Mine came after being called to supper near the end of a DS9 episode, and my mind tried to figure out how it had finished. A minute later I started wondering why I was lying on the floor–I had passed out from being light-headed after getting up from lying down watching TV for a couple hours.
Once, during a high fever as a kid, I became convinced that the walls were slowly closing in and glaring at me–not with eyes, mind you, just… glaring–and that the ceiling light fixtures had turned into upside-down heads. I think I refused to come out of my ball of blankets in the morning.
Middle 90s.
No sleep for 96 hours…none.
No drugs, I never used em, but no sleep.
Stress.
Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw a beaver run across the ceiling.
If I spun around quickly, I’d get a brief glimpse of a little man in a yellow rain hat & slicker. Red hair, big nose, hat pulled low over his face. He was grinning.
I’m not sure whether this was a hallucination or not…
I was on major pain medicine for an operation. It caused me to hallucinate. One of my doctor’s walked in and asked: If Anthony had never met Cleopatra, how would the world be different?
Was this a riddle? Was it a hallucination? Was it happening? I wasn’t sure. I told him I didn’t know. He laughed and left the room.
I’m still not sure whether he was there that morning.
When I was about eight years old I had an incredibly vivid dream that Moses and his brother Aaron came to my grandparent’s house to tell them that the world was going to end soon. They gave an exact date and instructions on how our family could save ourselves from the apocalypse. 33 years later, this dream is still really immediate.
This is a “shame on me” hallucination (or was it?) Back in my early twenties, when I had no compunction about driving drunk, I was headed back from a night of revelry and almost hit a car parked in the middle of the freeway. I swerved, squealed the tires, then had to pull over while I shook uncontrollably. At any rate, this close encounter cured me of driving under the influence forever more.