As a teen we used to go ‘ride around’ and smoke pot. We used to frequent back county roads, and sometimes if it were a full moon we drove without headlights (stupid, I know). One night the driver became agitated and becan babbling about TOADS! TOADS in the road with glimmering eyes - we laughed and pointed out this was the reflective markers in the centerline. That same night I remember being able to see peoples’ words - hanging in the air like thick ropes.
The worst hallucination I ever had was the 3rd and last time I took acid. I had gone to my dealer’s house, and his brother was there with a mean chihuahua. We all took a hit, then the dealer and his g/f retired to the bedroom. As I began to come on to the drug, the brother began to make ‘moves’ on me, which I repulsed - and the durn dog tried to bite me as well. So I locked myself in the bathroom, only to find that millions of millions of tiny ants were crawling all over the walls. “S ok” I told myself, it’s just hallucinations. That worked until the walls began moving in as if to squeeze me. So I left the house and began walking home - some 10 blocks.
Now it was about daybreak - and walking was harder than I had thot it would be, stoned as I ws (heh). As I walked down the sidewalk, as long as I progressed towards home the sun began to come up, the morning birds were singing and all was well. I began to falter and turned back.
When I turned back the sun WENT BACK DOWN (in my hallucination) so I struck out homeward again. This went on for Og knows how long. I finally made it home. I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling for 4 or 5 hours before I fell alseep. shudder
While at a party last New Year’s Eve, I drank a vast and stupid quantity of Jack Daniels and Diet Dr Pepper in a short period of time. Later that evening, I could barely walk but I kept insisting that my husband take me outside because I heard the TARDIS, and I had to go meet the Doctor so we could go away and have adventures. I’d seen a bunch of Doctor Who not long before that, so it made sense that I had it on the brain, but I was really adamant about it. He took me outside and walked me around a few times, guiding me like a puppet because I really was too drunk to walk. I only remember flashes of this, but I got the full story from my husband later. God, I was SO sick the next day. And what an embarrassingly geeky hallucination!
One of the only times I saw something that absolutely was not there was when I had taken some LSD while camping with a bunch of people.
I looked up in the sky and there was a giant black Escher-esque lizard, and coming from behind it were streams of rainbows, which were spinning. I remember thinking that it was my first ever “hallucination” and it was damn cool looking. My other experiences with LSD were more of the garden variety: walls breathing or moving, ugly people, auditory stuff.
The first (and last) time I did acid I took two hits after already taking 2 2ci’s and I saw a lot weird stuff. I thought I was inside my friend’s house but the walls melted and I was sitting outside by a fire that was sloshing around like it was water. Then the cat started talking to me which seemed not quite right. I layed down and I kept lifting my head up and I would be in a different place. I’ve never done anything except drink alcohol since that day. Oh and the whole time I tried to sleep that night I had some reoccuring auditory hallucination of Grape Ape the cartoon character talking to me about ice cream sandwiches.
I had an extraordinarily vivid waking dream/hallucination while listening to George Harrison’s Within You/Without You. I’d been smoking pot and doing some legal but fairly powerful ancillary substances (Mezcal and worm among others) and was listening to Sgt. Pepper’s on its 20th anniversary (which was almost “20 years ago today” come to think of it, so half a life ago).
Anyway, I lay down and closed my eyes and while the sitar-heavy song played I could feel myself being carried in a litter. Hard to explain, but when I opened my eyes it was sort of half the room I was in and half an Israeli/Jordanian style desert (rock, not sand) and I felt like it was a choice of where I wanted to be, and since I was in my room all the time I opted for the desert by closing my eyes about 90% shut and found I was being carried by bearers in a curtained litter. At some point I “heard” (which is to say that I knew the caravan I was in was under attack- all I heard was the sounds of SGT PEPPER- and I looked through the curtains to see a dust cloud in front of the attacking force, and I felt that jerking you feel when you fall down in your dreams as the litter was dropped (one of my bearers was either shot or decided he had a scroll he’d rather be reading) and a Crusades like battle commenced. I was old in this “existence” and don’t believe I survived the battle, but I did draw my sword. There was never any sound save for the album.
I remember thinking two things, one being “I wonder if the pot was laced” and “sitars aren’t Arabic! Why am I an old Arab!” Lasted as long as the song but seemed much longer, and way more vivid (and rational) than most of my dreams, so I count it as hallucination.
Once when I had a high fever during a flu my nightlamp told me his name was Andrew and he’d pray for me. Even though I had a fever I knew that was a bit messed up and hallucinatory. Nevertheless I replaced “Andrew” with another lamp when I got over the flu. I can’t stand a holyrolling lamp.
This thread makes me glad I never did drugs. The booze is bad enough, and none of this sounds particularly fun. I have plenty of insane and vivid dreams when I go to sleep – I don’t need to put them on Miracle-Gro!
I did this. Half asleep, and I “rescued” my gf who was sleeping at the time. 2AM and I ripped her off my bed while trembling. “Holy shit what’s wrong!?!” And all I could do was stare at her. Do I tell her I just saw a giant spider? Do I tell her I’m a loon?
Once, when I was drunk I distinctly remember rolling over in bed, seeing a bag and saying “Hey you’re not like that old plastic bag, you’re like, some neeeew, plastic bag.”
I guess I’m a lightweight—all I’ve had were sleep-deprivation visions.
Once, in the passenger seat of a car one late Christmas eve/morning (I was there to help keep the driver awake), I kept nodding off…until I saw some shadows in the road ahead stand up. Like the evil spirits from the movie “Ghost.” That woke me up pretty damn fast. For about a minute.
And, on a much earlier date, I was up late reading Plato’s Republic (for fun. Woo-hoo, wild teenage years!), and getting a little drowsy, starting to nod off. I decided to call it quit for the nights when the words on the page started changing to a transcript whatever was running through my mind at the moment.
*‘I wouldn’t want you to go against your own beliefs.’
‘Very well – just to please you – since you will not let me speak. What else would you have me do?’
'Nothing, by Zeus, I said; and if you are so disposed, I will god Thrasymachus is a dick. I don’t know how much longer I can put up with—what the hell? That’s not in the book…am I dreaming or something?*