You feel good at first, then...
Hopefully the D.A.R.E. program worked for you, and you’re not tempted by the highs that drugs are supposed to give you. While some people indulge in recreational drugs pretty regularly, serious injuries or even death can occur from one bad batch. You can also become hooked or have such a bad trip that your mind is forever altered. These people may think twice before turning to these intoxicants after what happened to them.
A friend of mine went to a music festival with a different group of friends. One of those guys did DMT and passed out for about seven minutes. He woke up freaking out because apparently while he was out, he lived an entire lifetime as a mayan boy/man…. lemme repeat myself. He lived and ENTIRE lifetime as another human being from another time and place. He described waking up, going about his day everyday. He slowly grew up, found a wife, had kids… all that. Then we just woke up. He was kinda depressed for a few weeks apparently. (Justinxip)
My roommates and I went out to the clubs one night and a guy I didn’t know well tagged along. We smoked some pot before we rolled into the club. We grabbed a free table and ordered beers. The new guy wasn’t with us. Minutes drag by and we don’t see him; I start to worry and ask where he is.
After 30 minutes I get up and walk around looking for him and find him sitting at the end of the crowded bar, alone. I ask him what he’s doing and he looks at me with tears in his eyes and says “I’m dead.” “What?” “I’m dead. I’ve been sitting here for hours and no one will talk to me. I asked the bartender three times for a beer and he didn’t even look at me. People can’t see me. Because I’m dead.” “Dude, I can see you, right? We’re talking now, yeah? I don’t think you’re dead. Here, I’ll get you a beer, and then we’ll go back to the table everyone’s at.” I yelled at the bartender and paid for a beer, steered my new buddy back to our table, and we all had a good time. (khegiobridge)
My friends and I decided to do acid and go mingle with drunk people at the college bars. We began talking to some drunk guy in the closed off street for awhile, but his face started to freak me out and I said, “Sorry we have to go. Your face is melting.”
I thought it was honestly just the acid, having done it tons of times before, until I looked at my friends. They were mortified. Apparently the guy we were talking to had horrible chemical burns on his face and I wasn’t hallucinating it. (DrugsOnly)