"Everyone who was still left at the party began running like hunted animals. I wasn't sure if Ray had a weapon at this point so I decided to just run away from him. We wouldn't have been so scared to fight him had he not been naked and also a 6-foot-1-inch, 180-pound Taikwondo Black Belt. About five of some of my bigger friends restrained him by holding his arms and legs that were kicking furiously. This is when he started to speak as if he were possessed. He would repeat the same phrases in random order. He was saying shit like: "This is perfection, I am Jesus, I am the center of the universe, I'm gay, Come lie with me, Daddy Mommy lie with me, black people, fingertips, Cock!!!" and he would scream at the top of his lungs between saying these horrid things..."
"Possessed Rampage" by TJ
http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=6839

On underground drug websites, there are tens of thousands of 'trip reports' - web-essays detailing the first-hand experiences of users of just about every psychoactive drug, plant, and household cleaning product. Speed, cannabis, ecstasy, opium, LSD, alcohol, Benylin, even caffeine, even nutmeg . Plus bizarre 'research chemicals' with exotic lab names such as 5-Me0-DiPT and 2-CT-2 that are too new to have earned themselves a cool-sounding street name.

Unedited, unfettered, often unpunctuated, trip reports make compelling, voyeuristic and at turns touching and harrowing reading. The writers have no inhibitions. Anonymity frees them (as do the drugs). Many are typed under the influence, pure streams of altered consciousness, running to thousands of words.

The reports are archived in broad categories such as "First Times", "Combinations" and "Mystical Experiences". It's the horror stories though, filed under "Trainwrecks & Trip Disasters" that make the most fascinating reading. Tales of runaway methamphetamine habits. Blow by blow accounts of passing heroin stools the size of babies. Psychedelic encounters with Satan and all his little helpers on campus dorms and up and down the midnight streets of small towns. Incautious teenagers, mostly, blasted into dimensions not of their choosing. Parents coming home unexpectedly. Car crashes. Cops called. Paramedics scrambled. Stomachs pumped. Seizures. Paranoia. Psychosis. Comas. Nudity. Near death experiences. Being chosen by GOD to spread the GOOD NEWS. It's all in there.

"They told me it was a gift. That I had been selected to be The One. I felt feelings of huge relief, excitement and fear . It felt like returning home . It felt like I was waking up from a hollow, pale dream of reality. I felt god like and omnipotent. I realized the this gift was not only a gift but equally a death sentence for my physical body. I felt like I had been chosen to receive this not out of benevolence but out of a need to release this power and perception There had to be The One, to relieve the others. There had to be The One who perceived completely. I felt like Christ at the moment of realization of godhood and the inevitable moment of his crucifixion. I also felt like all this knowledge and perception was far too large to be processed by my physical mind and that death was the obvious transition."
"The People Behind The Curtain" by DMT
http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=1839

Writers have traditionally owned the drug experience. De Quincey, Ludlow, Huxley, Anais Nin and Flaubert have all risen to the challenge of conveying the other-worldly pleasures of the altered state; to give some taste of it to those of us still grounded in consensus reality. Now the baton has been passed to the college student, the drug geek and the ageing hippy who can provide live reportage from the edge of experience. Like their literary predecessors, they are confronted with an improbable universe that confounds both their view of reality and their ability to speak. Nevertheless, valiant efforts are made to word-process the ineffable.

At this point, my space-time perception had become greatly affected. The best way to explain it is like this.... Imagine that space-time is an infinitly long cord going infinity far in both directions (past and future). Now, imagine our perception as an infinitly thin plane cross-secting this cord at any given point. Our plane of perception moves an infinitly small amount of distance in an infinitly small amount of time in a forward direction along this cord of space-time--thus being virtually continuous." [sic]
"Impossible To Understand Reality" by G.T.Currie
http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php3?ID=1979

To establish some common points of reference, trip reporting has evolved its own vocabulary, a mash-up of medical jargon, surfer speak and militaristic acronyms. Drug-users prefer to call themselves 'psychonauts', explorers of inner space. 'Entheogens' has replaced 'psychedelics' in the nomenclature, from the Greek meaning 'god within' or 'spirit-revealing'. Most entheogenic experiences are characterised by intensity of OEVs (open eyed visuals) often leading to CEVs (closed eyes visuals). Tracers, trails, halo-ing, pixelisation are all sub-terms used to describe the different types of these perceptual fireworks. Psychonauts on take-off report: "I've got some alerts . I think I'm off baseline .Now peaking .ah no, beginning to plateau out .".

There's also an unexpected formality to the proceedings. Many of the participants have a geeky adherence to scientific practice. For drug geeks, technology such as microgram scales and internet databases has made the modern drug experience more like a precision strike on the brain, than an act of reckless hedonism. Submitted reports are expected to detail the exact milligram doses of the exact substance(s) consumed, in exactly what order, and at what time intervals. The route of ingestion is very important: whether intranasally, intravenously, sublingually, rectally, or just plain old orally.

Trip report writers are expected to follow accepted gradings of experience. There are five levels. Starting at baseline (normal consciousness) and ascending to level two (breathing walls, 'odd' thought patterns), level three (confusion of the senses, moments of eternity) right up level four (strong hallucinations, destruction or multiple splitting of the ego), affectionately known as "tripping balls".

".I heard the gate squeek. Doing what anyone else would do while trippin in the garage, I yelled out, 'who is it ?' . What I heard is the concerned voice of my mother. Terror possessed me then. My mum only knew I smoked marijuana, and being an orthodox christian, she would banish me for life for the use of anything heavier....I had to tell her 'Mum I took a pretty harsh dose of a rather potent substance, and I think I need help'. She was stunned. I couldn't get a word out of her, she just froze, for hours it seemed . I shook her by the shoulders, but she was just too terrified. I was too...I picked up the phone and dialed the emergency number. I hearda voice come out of this funny looking object in my hand. This was my chance ! I said ' I need some help, I took a heavy dose of magic mushrooms, and I am scared they might have other poisonous alkaloids in them. As soon as 'Magic Mushrooms' were mentioned, I got put through to the police [who] laughed at me, saying I am a dumb ass for calling the cops while I am trippin balls. I told the man I will put my mother on (he was rather surprised for my mum to be around)..she started crying very heavily, and stated that I am going to die. I have never been this frightened . I asked my mum to get the bible . open on a random page, and just read. As soon as she spoke the words, I felt extreme grounding . I felt a release of some sort. I was still terrified, but no longer in the nightmerous state of mind."
"The Nightmare Of The Mushroom Matrix" by Mescalito
http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=27989

The holy grail of trip reporting is a level 5 experience. These are extremely rare, but certain substances can guarantee one, whether you want it or not. Take DMT (Dimethyltryptamine) for example. Profound, disorientating, terrifying is the level-5 world that awaits the smoker of this powerful psychedelic, extracted from the bark of an Amazonian vine. Smoking it is described as like "being shot out of the nozzle of atomic cannon". The universe it transports you to so utterly utterly alien that most return speechless and drooling, their windscreen on reality shattered forever. DMT is one to seek out only if you want your life changed. The effects last ten minutes.

".so I light the pipe back up heated the bowl for a bit then sucked like crazy. Everything changed, aliens came at me. I thought I was dying, thought this was forever. Freaked out totally, jumped up ran about just thinking I want this to be over, I want it to end. But somewhere I calmed down and they it us started talking to me and I understood everything. It was like no time and all time. I was here in my body I was over there and there and there in all time all space all at once. And all the time there is all these talking voices going ok your over it now lets play ., then I got really horny mid trip I wanted to fuck. They were going. No, no, come back you need to see this and I stayed and watched/saw/taught myself.it made sense but as soon as I thought what does that mean I stopped understanding. I'm sitting here after the high feeling blessed and renewed, alive, full of choice..."
"Ready To Love and Live" by Coyote
http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=13214

Trip reports are not just compelling reading. They educate and enlighten in a way that no governments nor parents could ever do. You find the delights and pleasures, the government will never speak of. And the hells, and lows, and terrible addictions that they never stop talking about. It's all here, unprocessed, unedited, truthful and powerful.

Drug users now own the drug experience. Don't consult an expert. Don't talk to your doctor. Don't listen to your friends. Don't read Huxley. Go to erowid.org and get your information raw and first hand. As the slogan goes: "just say know".

"Since my trip, I have never been happier. I look at life differently now and I am in a good mood all the time. What happened? I suffer from a chemical imbalance and take Prozac. Is it possible that the shrooms changed the chemicals in my brain back to normal???? This could be a cure for those who suffer like me:)
"I sucked his Penis!" by anon
http://www.shroomery.org/index/par/11452