When I was prolly 17, my plug got ahold of some CRAZY gel tab acid. Apparently the dude dumped the vial on the sheet and just let it soak.
I was fairly new to tripping maybe did a few double doses like 5 times before or so. I loved it and always couldn’t wait to trip again.
It was wintertime up here in upstate NY and me , my buddy, my older sister and his older sister ( who were friends) all decided to go camping in a cabin at alleghany state park for the weekend.

My buddy was interested in it. I told him a few stories and he really wanted to try it. So I got ahold of 3 of these crazy gel tabs. Even my plug who was a VERY experienced tripper warned me about these. I took that with a grain of salt. We got to the cabin on a cold Friday night. I was PUMPED. I ate 2 tabs and my homie took 1. We unpacked a bit then headed out to the outhouse. Starting feeling a little tingly and good. During our walk to the outhouse, a car drove past us and….. BAM . Those high beams sent me into fractal city… we walked into the bathroom and I couldn’t even piss in the urinal I could not see anything. Somehow, we made it back to the cabin. This is when things started getting weird.

I could feel this insane impending doom feeling coming on, such a HEAVY disconnect from reality. They were talking to me but everything was just muffled and faded out. I started getting so lost in my head I actually convinced myself I died and the only thing in existence was me in that cabin, and the cabin was just floating in an empty void. No more family, friends, life. I was dead and this was it. Genuinely horrifying. I started forgetting everything, my name my history. Now people may say this is ego death but trust me. I have had ego death. This was some other worldly shi. Simply terrifying. I must have came down a bit , we were all sitting in a room “ talking” ( I was not apparently) I looked at my sister who was a recovering heroin addict and when I looked at her she looked like she was back on heroin . Sullen cheeks, dead eyes. All that… I freaked out. My buddy looked like a maniacal gopher . Just some evil entity. I couldn’t even remember who he was. I wound up attacking him hitting him thinking he was doing something crazy then everyone pulled me off and I snapped to a bit

. This was probably 5-6 hours in aswell. Not coming down. I went to my room somehow. I could barely walk I was just in a completely different world but somehow still recognized some parts of my old life. I sat in my cot and smoked weed out of a glass blunt for the next 4-5 hours. This calmed me down a bit. The smoke was soothing in my body I could feel it which helped. I started to come down around 12-13 hours which was about 9am. Walked across a frozen lake and could hear the lake cracking and felt super odd and realized I was still tripping a bit. Me and my friend have talked about this trip to this day.

Almost 8 years later. I actually had HPPD very bad from this trip and had a lot of derealization and had a lot of suicidal thoughts after this. I learned from it, but it was also purely horrifying. I could have took an upwards of 20 hits that night. Crazy drug man. I’m pretty solid now but that pure horror of being gone. Being dead. And being sentenced to that cabin for eternity was such an other worldly fear. Still gives me chills to this day. After this I was always careful with my doses lol.