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    ^ Maybe I am just extremely fucked up right now.. but what was the deal with the 3rd person? Kinda freaky...

    On the fourth day up I was taking a train back home from college with a sizeable amount of pot on me and the first thing I see in the station is a group of cops and dogs, watching everyone walk in. I stop in my tracks and start walking away back towards the entrance where there was a corridor leading to restrooms. I soon realized how suspicious that must have looked, so I run (tweaker logic) to the hallway and went into the restroom where I opened up my bag and dumped all of the weed into the toilet. (It looked like a green lake with floating lily pads. )

    At this point, I've calmed down and get in line to buy a ticket. This rugged dude gets behind me and I know that he is planning on robbing me. I turn around in line to face him so he knows that I see him. He is staring at the zippers on my purse and bookbag, studying them. All of a sudden I realize that he isn't trying to rob me, it would be stupid as there were plenty of people around us. I force myself to turn around and chill the fuck out, when this motherfucker grabs my purse and starts to run! And I thought it was all in my head. Security had been watching him, and got my shit back to me.

    I get on the train and call my friend. The story about the pot had to be ambiguous and strange sounding to those around me. I hang up and all of a sudden the train stops because of some "difficulty." I was freaking out, thinking the people around me had called the cops because I was a terrorist or something and they were going to arrest me. So I grab my bags and start pacing the length of the car, convinced that I was fucked even though I was innocent and not caring that I was coming off as any more weird to those around me. Train started back up 20 minutes later and I just kinda shook the whole way home.




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    I was up for 4 days, sick of doing nothing around my house. Ever since I started doing dope, I never really hung out with anyone but myself and my mind, which is fucked up when it's just you and your thoughts. Was doing it for months like this, I would be alright most of the time, but after a while It changed me. Anyway, one night I was done sitting around bullshitting, so I decided to walk to the bowling alley a couple miles away from my house. I get my shit, stick it in my pocket, and start off walking. Once I hit the main road, I go for a little bit then decide to go through the neighborhood to get there, so theres less chance of the cops pullin me over walking. I get in the neighborhood, and am halfway through it, when I need a smoke so I pull them outta my pocket, and light one up, then about 50 feet later I check my pocket and can't feel my bag in there, so I bugg and check everywhere, then I start to retrace my steps, and i found it lying there right where I pulled my cigarettes out on the ground before. which was in front of a school. so i pick it up, and put it in my pack, and start walking again, hoping no one saw what i just dropped, was like 1 am anyway. But, the second I put it back in my pocket and start going again i see this old brown caprice roll by me. i freaked, kept my cool and they drove past. i know the streets real well, so i make a right to go another route case they wanted to double back, i could jet the fuck out. then a white neon passes me by, nothing happens, then a light blue mini-van, and the last car was a white suburban. and a couple other ones, but i dont remember what they were now. and i start noticing these cars keep pulling around the last street i was on, and wouldn't come until i made another right, or left or whatever. these same cars kept coming, over and over in sync, first the brown caprice, then the neon, and the mini-van. i was getting fucking parano|d like a mother now, wondering how in the fuck they were following me. if they had radios, telling the next one which street to go to. or a place was in the sky monitoring my movements. they had me surrounded, and i couldn't lose them for shit. every new street i turned down i would look back, and there would be the last car coming around the street i had turned before. i didn't want to run because then they would definitly rush in on me for sure, figured if i just kept walking that i would be cool, cause they wouldn't think i was on to them. i finally make it to the next main street and cross it, and go into the addition across the road. and waiting for me the was the brown caprice, it made its out past me outta the addition. the next street i made it to, i turned it watching my back, and i fucking started trucking it down the next street to lose them, and when i did that minivan came around the street behind me out of nowhere! my stomach dropped but i kept running, thinking come fucking get me, cause my parano|a was turning in to rage now, like how fucking dare you think you're gonna follow me mother fuckers. it just past me by, and i tried to pass it off as jogging, at 1 something am. heh. anyhow, this shit kept up all the way to the bowling alley, i figured they knew where i was going at this point, so i just stopped before i went in, smoked a cigarette, and started to go in, when once i opened the door. this car rips up, and i knew it was the cops, i didn't want to run, so i just started walking at a really fast pace straight to the bathroom in there. got in, went straight into a stall, didn't look back, and then came in right after. i had my dope, in my hand pointed towards the toliet ready to drop and flush if they rushed me. then i'll fight. waited there, they left. so i sat a moment. figured they would wait for me to leave cause cops ain't allowed to rush stalls or some shit. i did a rail, and once i got back out in the alley, there was no way i could stay there, cause anyone could have been the ones following me. there were cameras in there, so after all that i just wanted to get back home... anyway, the whole way back i took the main roads this time, except for my neighborhood entrance. they still followed me, i figured the moment i dropped that dope, someone saw it, and started following me to my place or some shit. i took mad detours through my neighborhood, to lose them. they kept up with me to the final block, then i get home climb on the roof, and sit down trying to figure out why the fools were after me. sat there listened to my walkman. after an hour, i saw someone on the rood a few houses down. they had setup fucking snipers on me. all around, houses everywhere were ready to pop me the moment i got down. i didn't get down for hours, i pretended a few times i was getting down but get right back up real quick, just to see if they would rush me or start firing shots. i saw one of them in my shed, ready to tackle me. my door was locked, and i dont have a key to it anymore, and if i tried to go through the window they would definitly get me for breaking and entering, even though it was the house i stayed at. heh. i just remember staying up there until morning, and i could see better. finally, my mother came out in the morning. figured someone called her to tell her there was a man on her roof, nah she just left came back with mcdonalds breakfast. after a little while, i hopped down and jet to the front door, and i hear a car ripping around the corner, after all these hours of silence, and i'm ready to jump out and brawl cause i hid my shit under a shingle before i got down, they slowed down and just turned into their house. amazing how shit happens at exactly the wrong time, and turns out such a coincidence. my mother opened the door for me, told her i had just got dropped off by a buddy. put on the act you know. the rest of the day i just was looking out the window forever waiting for the cops, saw some in my bushes a couple times, ran out but they made it away. go figure. they're always just one step ahead of ya. you can never actually get them, but you know they're there. to this day, i don't know what the fuck happened to me that night.
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    I was chilling with my ex and a close friend of mine in a motel. I went to the bathroom to do a shot and I heard some voices and noise. I thought it was the cops so I lied down in the tub and covered myself wtih towels. I closed the blankets and lay there scared shitless for 3 hours! I still didn't tell anyone this story, its too embarrasing haha
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    ^ The ex and friend didn't come in to see where you were after 3 hours?
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    I went to the bathroom and they went downtown to pick up more shit (I was under missing/wanted after runnign away from school when having house arrest). Other friend of mine was suppoused to come by and he was waiting downstairs...kept calling my phone.. they came back after 2 hrs 20 mins. After 40 mins my ex said something like "what are you doing there so long". That made me walk out. They didn't suspect anything.
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    I had tweakers in my apartment one time. I used to sell tweak and made the mistake of letting one in and in came three. I told them my house was bugged and bugs create alot of static electricity and I walked over to one(i was wearing sandals and sorta drug my feet across the floor) and I shocked her. her was like holy shit, and I kept looking her in the eyes like i was fucking serious. they got the fuck outa there-- if you have a similar problem try this. please.
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    Also, when i used to sell tweak I used to jingle the crystals like windchimes in the bag(q.p.). My girlfriend and I didnt do drugs but we liked to listen... It was like the sound of hella money coming my way.

    My dealer used to pick up a pound and a personal sack which was an ounce, and bag em up and them tie the bags(17 ounce bags) to a string and wear them around his neck. I told his his necklace looked like garlic, except it attracted vampires. He was like you are soo crafty...
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    These stories seem really fuckin funny to me. But how do you guys that experienced this wild shit feel about it?

    Do you look back at these strange paranoid experiences with a feeling of fond (perhaps funny) reminiscence?

    Or does it all feel like an awful nightmare, something you would never want to do again? If so, does it keep you from doing it again?
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    well, i didn't post my myriad of experiences, they wont compare to trying to save the world from the martians (that is some funny shit) but....fond reminiscence. funny then, and funnier than shit now. It is only the first few days after that is is slightly embarassing and shameful.
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    Well I've seen my fair share of shadow people after being up for days on meth but I usually got wigged out after being up for days on coke. One night after doing about a teener at this rave I kept thinking everyone was saying I smelled. I over heard people in the lobby saying how they should'nt of let that girl in since she stinks. I went and sat in the bathroom for about an hour to tried and regain my composure. I decided to go crouch it the hall near the front door to get some air and this group of kids came and stood in front of me talking about how I smelled and one of the girls pulled out a bottle of perfume and acted like she was trying to spray it on her self but kind of pointed it over her shoulder so it would spray on me. I got so paranoid I left the party and went to my car, I said fuck it I'm just being paranoid and decided to drive around and do some more lines(go figure!) but of course I was so fucking paranoid I kept thinking someone would see me or I would get arrested. I finally drove back to the party parked and stayed in my car until the party ended. My friend had no idea where I was and just figured since I was'nt inside to look in the parking lot. She found me there crying paranoid as hell with huge dilated pupils and accused my of being on acid. I explaned what had happened and she was like " dude if you stank don't you think I would of said something"
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    Shadow people were probably the most common experiences for me. I used to go sit out the front of our apartment block and look at all the cars parked in the street. As I stared at them they gradually all became human in some way or another. After a while tho I loved seeing what I called 'My Guys'. Every time I would drive into the city at 2am or something heading back to the clubs, there they all would be in their positions on the side of the road (when you get up close to them though you realise its just a rubbish bin, or a light pole, or a tree, etc) ...

    I've also had Jesus walking around outside my window which was a bit strange because we lived three floors up! I was convinced that he was following me because the night before I could have sworn he actually cut the taxi cue and stole our cab ...
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    after a few days up I went home and my mom told me to get her some movie from blockbuster so my dad drove me there and I got the movie, but on the way back my dad drove past our house and just kept driving. well I freaked out and started yellin shit like "STOP THE FUCKING CAR LET ME OUT NOW STOP THE FUCKING CAR WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP THE CAR" this was right before a red light, so he had to stop anyway, but he turned around and was just like "what the hell... youre crazy" and im like "im crazy? STOP THE FUCKING CAR" and right then we hit the red light and I got out of the car and ran home.

    haha he didnt talk to me for the rest of the day

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    ^^^^^^^WHAT THE FUCK......some of these stories are sounding a bit made up..........I would post my psycosis stories (2) but i dont like to think about them and both times i ended up in the mental hospital wondering what the hell happened
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    My only experience with meth psychosis thus far happened a couple of years ago. I was some kind of a stupid mofo back then, cuz I already have scizophrenic tendencies, so doing meth wasn't a good idea (but what do I care, I'm insane already) I had been up for about 5 days, and was pretty mental at this point. I was desperately trying to get to my friends house because I knew I was about to crash. My brain kept telling me " core meltdown in T minus 40 minutes" as I was hauling ass to make sure I didn't collapse. Because if I collapsed in the streets like that, the police would get me. "T minus 20 minutes to core meltdown" at this point I was seriously losing my mind. Everything around me was turning bright orange, like it was on fire. I was 2 blocks away from my friends house when this shadow flew across the sky. I looked up and saw this huge dragon, and I knew that it was gonna eat me. I was running like fuck at this point, screaming and spewing all sorts of gibberish. The dragon kept swooping down lower and lower, getting ready to set me ablaze. "T minus 7 minutes"
    I seriously thought I was gonna die, so I'm running as fast as I can trying to outrun this gigantic, winged monster. The dragon was right behind me, and I was about a foot away from my friends door. I practically busted the door down in my efforts to escape. I slammed the door behind me and heard a loud thud as the dragon hit the door. My friend was on the stairs staring at me saying "wtf is wrong with you?" I could barely breathe, trying to say "d-d-d-Dragon chase me!" He knew I had lost my mind but he wanted me to calm the hell down, so he went outside to investigate. He went outside and looked around, but nothing was there. I ended up passing out after a couple bong hits, a few beers and some bars, which helped awhole lot in keeping me from going into shock after being chased by that godawful thing. After two days of sleeping, I went outside to see if that bastard of a dragon was still around....I didn't see him, but I could hear him...I now know that there was no dragon, but I'm never gonna go outside when twacked out again. Goddamn dragon My friend told me I was such a jackass for doing that, he said I was completely incoherent, speaking nothing but gibberish. He still messes with me about it to this day, saying things like "watch out, the dragon might get ya if your twacked!" and calling me don quixote. For all I know that dragon coulda just been a 747 in the clouds
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    About how many days does it take before you guys begin to start trippin out?
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    These stories seem really fuckin funny to me. But how do you guys that experienced this wild shit feel about it?

    Do you look back at these strange paranoid experiences with a feeling of fond (perhaps funny) reminiscence?

    Or does it all feel like an awful nightmare, something you would never want to do again? If so, does it keep you from doing it again?
    Most of my paranoid experiences i can look back and laugh at but by far the most terrified moments of my life have been a result of drug induced paranoia and their memory can still makes me feel off.

    One time what happened was i thought my neighbours had taken their dog for a walk 'as cover' then stood out of view from my balcony while i was out there having a ciggy and deliberately talked loud enough for me to hear about how they were onto how big a druggy i was and that they were calling the police or coming to bash me (there was debate between them), this i thought they did just to harrass me.

    I went back inside listened out the windows and they were still talking about me they must of known i would continue listening when i went in, i listened for about half an hour and they just kept talking about me. I then decided to get my (straight) brother out of bed, you know just to check i wasn't being paranoid and when he came to the window he couldn't hear anything but while he was there i couldn't hear anything either so i figured rather than it just being in my head that even though i hadn't been able to spot them in half an hour of looking out from those windows that they must be out there but able to see me and were strategically not talking when my brother came to the window. The next plan of action was to open every window on that side to the house and switch out all the lights, so they couldn't see me or my brother and maybe fool them into thinking i wasn't listening anymore so there would be no point in them continuing talking.

    I listened again and they were still talking about me, my clever lights out ruse had fooled no-one, so i went and got my brother back out of bed and asked him to listen again still he couldn't hear anything and proceeded to call me the paranoia king and went back to bed pissed off. Again while listening with him i hadn't heard anything either and disregarding suggestions i was paranoid thus determined they could still see me in the dark so now what i decided to was to walk away from the window then i got down on my stomach and slid myself along the carpet till i got to the window then just sorta held up my head so ear was just below the window. Would you believe it they were still talking about me.

    I slid between a few different windows still trying to figure out exactly where they were and see if they would keep talking, they did so with all the courage i could muster i went out the back and tried to sneak around to the side where i figured they were hiding behind some trees and shrubs when i got there they were no where to be seen but i could still hear them, they must of gone back to their house and be sitting in the backyard (that i couldn't see into) and continuing to talk about me, clearly they were making a night of this. I went back into my house did a bit more sliding and listening but was eventaully able to get a hold of myself.

    See that i can look back on and out of context, though it isn't nearly as insane as some the other stories in this thread and pretty run of mill for tweaker paranoia stories, i can laugh at the immense retardness of it especially trying to out play voices in my head. However in context theres for me its not quite so funny, when i first "heard" them talking i just lay on the floor of my balcony my whole body shaking completely unable to pull myself together and get up for like 5 minutes (longer than it sounds), this a result of a combination of fear and a meth+mda comedown and despite the fact i thought i was being watched and to lay there shaking would only confirm suspicisions and make my neighbours more likely to call the cops. Also I only got a hold of myself because of that little high after vomiting, i vomited purely due to anxiety. So i guess you could say experiences like that i have mixed feelings looking back on it.

    I still do meth and mda but i don't use meth anything like i used. I think i learnt to control the paranoia after the experience above now i'm able to tell when i'm getting paranoid and able to talk myself down and distract myself rather than letting it snowball.
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    im still waiting for red haze's stories.... hahahah this thread ownz
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    Lmao, some really great posts. Keep 'em coming!

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    I've always been afraid to try meth...reading these stories confirms why LOL

    I can't even smoke marijuana without feeling like the swat team is gonna fly out of my ass!!
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    after a few months of iv meth i believed that witches sat on my roof all night and the devil lived under the bed a complete gibbering loon how the social services didnt come and take the kids i will never know.anybody ever listen to "shadow radio" i am too knackered to write a full account but oh boy its naughty my head has just wacked of the screen bye bye
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    i watched a man across the street with a cotton candy shack feed a giraff. i saw a mailbox beat the shit out of my friend's car. i was at his house, and his mom came out into the livingroom and asked me what i was doing because i had been staring out the window for so long. i told her that she had better get tegan (my friend) so he could stop the mailbox from beating up his car. she asked me if i had smoked pot the night before cause this was like seven in the morning. i looked at her like she was stupid, and looked back out the window, and everything was fine on the car and the giraff was gone. so i looked for awhile in disbelief wonering what the fuck. then shit started to happen again and i new i was fucked up. the giraff and candy shack was being formed from a tree and garage across the street, and the mailbox thing was fucking funny. i realized i had to say somthing to my friend's mom, so i looked back all fine and sayed that i couldn't sleep the night before and was suffering from sleep deprivation.

    i was spun as fuck hanging out at a person's house whom i didnt know. i went with a friend to see some of his friends, and one of them took us to his cooks house. we were all fucked up playing playstation, and i hear something hit the floor or somthing and someone yelling. i figured someone was in a fight and kept watching the game. next thing i know there is a gun in my face and i look down and everyones on the floor. i look back up like what the fuck is going on. then i see the state troopers, county mounties and PD run in the door. i instanly thought i was fucked. the guy that just moved in the basement of the house was fucking up and undercovers had been tracking him for awhile. i layed on the ground and watched everyone get searched and hauled off to jail. luckily one of the other guys had our shit because we were passing it around for people to use, so me and my friend didnt have shit on us. after about four hours they uncuffed us and let us go without even questioning us. it was a scarry and fucked up night. the funny thing is, we had a cooler of beer in the house, and the cop let us go back in and take it out with us. didnt even do a breathalizer or anything on us. just let us get in our car and drive off.
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    oh man this is great! haha im so glad i quit this stuff.
    i remember one night sitting around my room by myself while totally geeked i looked out my window and watched a zombie walking in front of my house. it scared me so bad i starting thinking i was going to have a heart attack so scared i paced back and forth in my room trying to calm myself down for the rest of the night, totally afraid to look out my window again thinking that he was going to be right there stairing at me..

    another time which is the first time i ever stayed up 6 days in a row, i was driving down the highway and every couple of minutes i would see a stopped 18 wheeler right in front of my car and id slam on the brakes then it would be gone.. thank god there were no cops around for that..
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    Uh, I don't get paranoid crazy style like some of you guys, but my friend Jer was driving me somewhere, and we were snorting lines off his dashboard on the local roads (yea yea), and we were driving right behind a cop. Jer started screaming about how the cop had been following him (despite the fact that the cop's in FRONT), and I was jus tin the passenger's seat laughing my ass off at how fucked up he was.

    One time I did spend an hour killing a bug that wasn't real though.
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    Oh yeah and one of my roommate owns two cats, and when my friends and I were tweaking at my pad they started believing one of the cats was a narc and shit. Hahaha. I don't understand it, meth is like my weed, I get so chill when I'm on it.
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    ive got one. it was right after highschool and i had been tweaking for like 5 or 6 days, lots of crazy stuff happend. long story short i was super paranoid and hallucinating and thought the two friends i was with were demons and i made them drop me off at my moms condo (living in my own place, but we were closer to my moms condo) it was like or 9 o'clock at night and my mom wasnt home so i tried to calm myself down and went down to the condo pool. There was a full on pool party going on with bbq grills going, music, kegs, and 100's of people, i went down there and talked to some of the people. later i walked back to my moms house and she had got home, she knew i was really fucked up, but helped me calm down and let me stay there. i told her about the pool party and asked i she was going and she looked at me like i was crazy, and said, 'um no honey, the pool is closed for cleaning, doesnt open back up for two days. i had hallucinated the entire thing.
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