I had a very bad trip in 1993, when I was 18 years old. One Friday evening a friend and I had made Datura tea, Jimson Weed, and that whole night I had spent looking at my aura and the two Pink Floyd posters dance on my walls. The next morning we would go to Tilburg (in The Netherlands) by train. There is a big fair there every summer for ten days, with rollercoasters, merry-go-rounds, etc.
So our plan was to go there and have fun. We were both still seeing things that weren't there (Datura is not a psychedelic, but it does generate powerful hallucinations, distortions of perceiving reality I'd say). When we arrived, we realized we didn't have sufficient money to go on any of the rides. So to enjoy the day anyway, we decided to divide the 6 acid trips we still had among eachother, so we each took three. That day, due to the Datura, I perceived my friend as a great old teacher, and these three hits were going to give me instant self-realization!
So, we went home. I couldn't possibly read anymore, but my friend somehow figured out which train we had to get in. They were playing the Grateful Dead on the train's intercom system LOL. And then the Doors. I was totally wacko at that point. An hour later we arrived in our home town. The amount of bikes in the Netherlands is huge.
You try finding your bike back when you're soaring on Datura and three hits of acid LOL. Well, as far as self-realization's concerned, the themes of reincarnation, the wheel of samsara and the inevibility of death were starting to dawn hard and heavy on me.
We couldn't find our bikes, so we sat down to think about what to do next. Bad idea. Because now I had to look at my friend's face (conversation) and he was a bit ugly. And his face had Dr.Spock ears and the grin of The Joker. His eyes were rapidly changing from that of Yoda, Kermit, Freddy Krueger, a troll, a wizard... So, my friend concluded: "You're having a bad trip." And that was just the start! Alarm in the Superunknown!!!
We decided to walk to Sarasani (the oldest Cannabis selling coffeeshop in the Netherlands, since 1968), to get some coffee and tea, and wait for the chemicals to leave the system.
But I was convinced I would die that evening. My friend was going to kill me, indeed, he was Jack the Ripper himself walking along with me, and we would go to his abode. The cars! A car would drive straight at me and kill me! I became so overwhelmed by the thought (as we crossed a street) that I just fell down on the ground and closed my eyes. Friend pulling my jacket: "Stand up! Stand up!!!" I stand up, walk along with him. I had been lying on the ground in the middle of a road, cars approaching on all sides...
We continued walking. I was eternal, all my friends and family members are eternal. We have always existed and always will. Bad trip, but illuminating moment at the same time.
A tribe of Native American Indians was dancing on the street. I saw them! We walked on, finally arriving at Sarasani. There was an Etheopian man sitting there, his legs and hand eaten away by leprosy. Grateful Dead was playing in Sarasani too, although I couldn't remember which song it was. My acid dealer seemed to have lost one eye. But he was concerned about me and tried to calm me. But there were far too many snakes around there to get me calm and peaceful again.
And so that was my story, in a nutshell.
Around midnight I came down, the Datura still creating illusions left and right, but at least the brainstorm of Mighty Acid was over. Some small snakes in the grass, nothing too frightening. Went home, said something to my brother, to which he responded that what I said had no coherent meaning whatsoever. So I went to my room, looked at the The Wall poster on my wall. Hit the bong, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
I remained somewhat frightened for at least three days. Had some short flashbacks every now and then as I watched people in the eyes and was reminded of that 'changing faces' hallucination.
Oke i knew that you tried Datura. But you did combine it with acid? 
Man!! You must have gone really hard 
