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Bizarre delusions during drug induced psychosis

I had a stage as a pretty young kid where I am SURE that I was going to get shot walking by windows at night. I remember seeing some show where a kid shot a gun and it killed someone across the street or something. Then it morphed into some "bad guy" creeping at the window and pointing a gun in. I would even think I saw gun barrels pointing in the windows. I would run as fast as I could past windows at night. It scared the absolute shit out of me.

I also became convinced there were aliens invading, and loud noises would kill them. One day I was at my cousin's house, and I saw a shadow going towards my dog and I shot at it with a cap gun and it stopped and disappeared. Somehow I then created this whole scenario where I thought aliens that looked like heat distortion patches were invading through my basement. My mom didn't let me have gun toys, so I found whatever I could to make loud noises and I made it my mission in life to stop the alien invaders. I somehow really believed it was real. I would see these shimmering distortions in the shape of humanoids and I would make loud noises at them. I thought I was being attacked everywhere, even at school sometimes. My best friend played along for a while until one day he was like dude, you know this is pretend, right? I stopped to think about it and realized I had invented the whole thing.

I was a strange child
 
One time on drugs (n-ethyl-hexedrone, a binge lasting 7 days, though I took benzos to sleep a few hours each day... I started smoking it the last day), I skirted the edge of stimulant psychosis. I heard 3 radio stations at once, coming from various objects (the kitchen table, the door to outside, and the stove). No matter where I went, they remained, it was as real as anything, except I knew it was a hallucination. One of them was playing Mexican mariachi music, another was talk radio where they sometimes talking about me ("oh look, he's walking to the pantry"). And the other played the most incredible music I've ever heard. There was also a guy sitting next to me at my desk, writing with a pencil on paper constantly. Once in a while he'd look over at me and crumple his paper sheet and start writing on another. When I looked at right him, he wasn't there. I decided to toss the rest of the hexen (it was almost gone anyway)... I didn't want to slip into not realizing it wasn't real. It was actually a really cool experience.

Another time, the second time I took propylhexedrine, I took two of the cottons (500mg) at work. I drove home (lucky I didn't kill someone; bad me), and the whole drive home I kept lapsing and I'd come to and realize I had been talking to the empty passenger seat, thinking it was my then-girlfriend. I was laughing at her jokes and stuff. It was super weird. I also saw smoke drifting across all dark surfaces. At home, there were shadow figures leaping at me from everywhere. I couldn't pee for a whole day and considered going to the hospital. That was from just the propyl, no sleep deprivation involved.
 
moonyham said:
Oddly enough the only delusional behavior I've had was before I even did drugs.

I remember between 12-15 years old I would get intense delusional paranoia people were creeping around my property at night that wanted to kill me. Being home alone was like full on paranoid state of fear. Lock everything, have knives and weapons ready around the house.. Every time I heard something I'd stop what I was doing and go check it out in the most paranoid ways. Call out hello into the darkness of the night. Sometimes I would lunge a large kitchen knife into every cupboard/closet in the house as I opened the door - just incase someone jumped out as I opened it. Really crazy shit.

Bare in mind I had no reason to fear any of this. I lived in a relatively safe country and neighborhood at that time. It's not like there were news reports of this happening in the area.

None of this continued when I started smoking weed and I've done lots of psychedelics since that have only enhanced me as a human. If anything my trip on mescaline at 16 years old cured me of any fears I had. Especially the dark/night time based fear.
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I'm the same with locking everything and having a weapon near me at all times at home, i have done the lunging in the dark too when i felt someone was present (there never has been, well not whilst lunging) To this day i still have to "clear" every room when i come home but i think i have good reason to, this isnt temperory either. Been going on about a decade.
 
I had that reptilian delusion thing myself too from acid but i was included as a reptile sort of and it was not as if i was threatened by them . It was more like discovering a primitive part of my brain that i was sharing with reptiles where time passes in a different pace . Thats that but nothing negative and people definitely didnt want to eat me . Now, i had other delusions from time to time but coming back i was always able to see the bigger picture and recover to a more chilled state of mind . By the way , how can you believe that people see you as food? I mean there are harder to tell delusions than this . If you cant see this as a delusion what are you gonna do with more credible delusions down the line?
 
Xorkoth said:
One time on drugs (n-ethyl-hexedrone, a binge lasting 7 days, though I took benzos to sleep a few hours each day... I started smoking it the last day), I skirted the edge of stimulant psychosis. I heard 3 radio stations at once, coming from various objects (the kitchen table, the door to outside, and the stove). No matter where I went, they remained, it was as real as anything, except I knew it was a hallucination. One of them was playing Mexican mariachi music, another was talk radio where they sometimes talking about me ("oh look, he's walking to the pantry"). And the other played the most incredible music I've ever heard. There was also a guy sitting next to me at my desk, writing with a pencil on paper constantly. Once in a while he'd look over at me and crumple his paper sheet and start writing on another. When I looked at right him, he wasn't there. I decided to toss the rest of the hexen (it was almost gone anyway)... I didn't want to slip into not realizing it wasn't real. It was actually a really cool experience.

Another time, the second time I took propylhexedrine, I took two of the cottons (500mg) at work. I drove home (lucky I didn't kill someone; bad me), and the whole drive home I kept lapsing and I'd come to and realize I had been talking to the empty passenger seat, thinking it was my then-girlfriend. I was laughing at her jokes and stuff. It was super weird. I also saw smoke drifting across all dark surfaces. At home, there were shadow figures leaping at me from everywhere. I couldn't pee for a whole day and considered going to the hospital. That was from just the propyl, no sleep deprivation involved.
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Talking to the imaginary girlfriend almost sounds like a datura experience lol
 
Psyblast01 said:
I had that reptilian delusion thing myself too from acid but i was included as a reptile sort of and it was not as if i was threatened by them . It was more like discovering a primitive part of my brain that i was sharing with reptiles where time passes in a different pace . Thats that but nothing negative and people definitely didnt want to eat me . Now, i had other delusions from time to time but coming back i was always able to see the bigger picture and recover to a more chilled state of mind . By the way , how can you believe that people see you as food? I mean there are harder to tell delusions than this . If you cant see this as a delusion what are you gonna do with more credible delusions down the line?
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The idea about us being used as food comes from a few things I've read online (who knows how credible they were) about how earth is a type of farm (similar to how we raise cattle for this purpose), in which we are harvested, particularly children who have not yet been polluted by different substances, by these reptilians or whatever they are, who also get a rush off the fear hormones. I know it sounds a bit odd to most people but who really knows about anything? There is this guy Anton parks who writes about it and I believe he is more credible than your average woo woo channeler. Worth looking into but may not need to take it seriously. But when I'm psychotic I am 100 percent sure it is real.
 
washingtonbound said:
I was wondering if anyone could share their experiences of delusions they’ve had after psychosis or know about other people’s. I wanted to share one in particular that was extremely bizarre and the fact that I had it disturbed me for some time afterwards.

I became stressed out in Tampa with my crappy job and relapsed on ketamine, after taking shrooms the week before to try and “fix” my depressed mood. I’m at the point in life where psychedelics really do not agree with my mind and it’s best I steer clear of them, especially because I’ve had episodes in the past.

Anyway, things became off pretty severely after the ketamine binge. I developed a delusion that people around me were actually reptilian aliens, who were eating people around me. I became concerned that I myself would get eaten if I didn’t get out of town. So I got on this bus and started heading off into the suburbs. Sitting on the bus I became concerned that this black guy behind me was going to eat me, so I promptly got off. Really quite bizarre and it scares me how far gone I got. Since then I have stuck on a mood stabilizer and don’t intend to use psychedelics in the future.
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I believed I was in time warp…that I wasn’t ever going to die that meth was going to keep me young forever. I believed I could communicate with the cosmos…moon and stars. I felt known like angels were watching me in human form . I believed I was very old with many past lives. I believed I was surrounded by people who were shapeshifters. I thought there was a underground fentynal clinic under my moms house. I believed the ark of the covenant had meth in it. I connected with numbers and signs everywhere like synchronization stuff. I rhymed everything off. I believed I had supernatural abilities and super powers. Telepathy was all the time. I thought I could hear ever Through the walls. I could go on.
 
I was on a-pvp and got sent to the hospital. Got nothing for coming down so I layed in the bet and watched the ceiling. There was a fire alarm thing on it and it moved from left to right all the time despite being on a cable. Then it seemed that there always was some kind of white goo dripping down from it, like cum. But it never reached my face. Lucky me, I hate male cumshots.
 
Tazadeguate said:
I believed I was in time warp…that I wasn’t ever going to die that meth was going to keep me young forever. I believed I could communicate with the cosmos…moon and stars. I felt known like angels were watching me in human form . I believed I was very old with many past lives. I believed I was surrounded by people who were shapeshifters. I thought there was a underground fentynal clinic under my moms house. I believed the ark of the covenant had meth in it. I connected with numbers and signs everywhere like synchronization stuff. I rhymed everything off. I believed I had supernatural abilities and super powers. Telepathy was all the time. I thought I could hear ever Through the walls. I could go on.
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Meth is a helluva drug
 
washingtonbound said:
The idea about us being used as food comes from a few things I've read online (who knows how credible they were) about how earth is a type of farm (similar to how we raise cattle for this purpose), in which we are harvested, particularly children who have not yet been polluted by different substances, by these reptilians or whatever they are, who also get a rush off the fear hormones. I know it sounds a bit odd to most people but who really knows about anything? There is this guy Anton parks who writes about it and I believe he is more credible than your average woo woo channeler. Worth looking into but may not need to take it seriously. But when I'm psychotic I am 100 percent sure it is real.
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100%,? Well they don't have to eat us since we can work underpaid every day 9-5 .. its better and more profitable for them ..joking *:/
 
washingtonbound said:
The idea about us being used as food comes from a few things I've read online (who knows how credible they were) about how earth is a type of farm (similar to how we raise cattle for this purpose), in which we are harvested, particularly children who have not yet been polluted by different substances, by these reptilians or whatever they are, who also get a rush off the fear hormones. I know it sounds a bit odd to most people but who really knows about anything? There is this guy Anton parks who writes about it and I believe he is more credible than your average woo woo channeler. Worth looking into but may not need to take it seriously. But when I'm psychotic I am 100 percent sure it is real.
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The Gnostic hypothesis about Archons feeding on fear makes much more sense.
In anycase cannibalism is something that had happent for millenia, probably it has a "sense" a creepy one. I'm pretty sure it still happens somewhere on Earth.
 
one of my first dellusions was that someone was going to shoot me. for whatever reason i thought my life would end with a gun shot and i thought i was supposed to die by 27 like a lot of famous people have.

i've also thought i was the victim of government mind control radio waves, but concluded that it was just schizophrenia. i thought people were watching me through my house on x-ray vision because i ordered acid in the mail. that went on for like a year and a half to two years. like another poster said, it's funny how you get used to it.
 
The freakiest delusion I ever had from drugs was on the tail end of a 3-day sleepless Adderall binge. I became convinced that the veins in my feet had disappeared (they probably WERE collapsed from vasoconstriction), and I made a few cuts with a razor to make sure that they could still bleed!

There was also a time when I had been up for days on Adderall & Ativan, and I thought that my bedroom furniture was talking about me!

Good Times! :rolleyes:
 
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