*frightened, not quite human sound*
Oh, fuck!!!
That thing reminds me of the only truly bad trip I ever had.
I was at a Grateful Dead Mardi Gras show.
I'd gobbled a bunch of x - didn't feel anything after a while, gobbled more, didn't feel anything, gobbled more. It all hit me at once, and it was right during the parade. I was at the top of the arena watching it, and there were these giant disembodied heads floating through the crowd. I sat down, I was starting to feel freaked, but wasn't going to say anything to anyone, 'cause I knew if I had people hovering it would make it worse. My legs started shaking uncontrollably, and I felt it moving up my body. I tried to hold my legs still, 'cause I was convinced if the shaking made it past my hips, I'd go into convulsions. Somehow the shaking stopped, and I was fine for the rest of the night. The only other things I really remember about that night are walking through downtown Oakland at, like, midnight (facepalm), and being at the Hyatt bar. Someone bought me a dark beer. I don't like dark beer, but I didn't want to be rude, so when they weren't looking, I poured it out into the potted plant that was next to me.