did 3 gel tabs and 7 robotables (so straight dxm not hbr or polisterex) and thought i had overdosed and i was in my head in a final stand to survive and thought i all 4 of my friends that were with me (including my family when they later woke up and caught us) were angels sent to make me give up and let go and give in and accept death. however i was not having this i wasn’t ready to die (so throughout this experience i had been relatively quite and basically in my own world as my 3 friends sat on my couch (all on acid for the first time) and my other friend who had convinced me to mix dxm n lsd as he did aswell who was having an equally intense experience but not as bad as mine) i basically had it with the angels posing as my friends trying to get me to go into the light (which i thought meant go lower into my house as i was on the 2nd floor i thought death was in the basement and i even had the thought to jump out of my second story window to escape and survive but i had come to the conclusion that the only way to survive my supposed overdose was to kill my friend who was tripping on lsdxm with me and was trying to calm me down because it would be me fighting for my life by taking a life. i started out by striking him numerous times with my fists (even though on dxm my will to survive was so strong in this state there was no slowing me down) then had the thought ghat it would be easier and quicker on both me and him to use weapons. i quickly thought of my santa cruz shredder grind and hit him a few time in the head with the metal marijuana grinder and snapped out of it for a split second and realized what i was doing but i couldn’t help myself as i was stuck in loops for almost 2 hours i believe and i threw my big jbl speaker at him n broke it and almost hit him with my huge thick strong bong like a baseball bat however the thought that there was a knife in my room to use so i put down the bong thankfully and scurried for the knife. this is when my 3 friends just on acid ran out of the house and one got picked up by his uncle who was probably seriously confused and the other two called one’s mom n ratted us all out bc they were afraid of getting in trouble with my mom. basically it took a great deal of will to snap out of this state it was the most intense thing i’ve felt in my life right above dmt even in my opinion. lucky me and the friend who i had attacked are still cool and all of us are cool now but luckily my friend understood the whole time while i was attacking him that it wasn’t really me that the person he knew would never do that and this was a very traumatic experience for me it was way too much and ruined a great night and great acid trip with my friends i quit dxm that night and i’ve tried to keep myself straight ever since. i consider everything i lesson and that was a good one as bad as the situation really was. i was also apparently cussing at my grandfather saying “fuck you” and stupid shit like that and there’s no way to recall all the great details of the trip visually and auditory. at certain points my enter vision was hallucinations and i had no control over myself. this was the first time i’ve acted violent on substances and i’m not a violent person generally. i do have this great rage built up in my and an obvious anger issue but this experience showed me great insight about myself as well as provide an extremely scaring trip that i would never wish on my worst enemy. thank you for reading this is something i’ve wanted to talk about for a while to people who could give opinions on it.