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It all started around 5:45 P.M.  I drove to this house, intending to just get really stoned.  My friend, call him A., said I should come over and chill out for the night.  A teacher had taken two exchange students, S. and R., and we went to their house.  She had a place for them to stay and never went in there.  I did not know S. and R. very well, but they seemed cool.  When I arrived, S. was there by himself, and we rolled a fat blunt an smoked it.  Then A. got there and we smoked some more.  I was feeling great.  
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At about 6:15, I don&#x27;t really know but all of this seems right, A. took out a vile of acid. He had already taken a few hits and offered me some for free.  I was broke but he said it was all good, so he poured some on the lid of an altoids can. I ate it and everything was going good and we left to go rent The Wizard of Oz.  We returned and started to watch it and everything went fucking intense.  I told A. and S. that I could not listen to Floyd and watch that movie, that I was losing my shit and we turned it off.  
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My arms were numb, and huge surges of energy were pulsing through them.  I had a cup from Whataburger, and it broke because I was shaking it saying over and over, &#x27;this shit is intense!!&#x27; By 8:00 or so I snapped out of a daze and R. was there and he had some weird trance music playing.  I just sat there with mind blowing thoughts racing through my head, and constant waves of numbness where I couldn&#x27;t hear or speak or do anything.  I started freaking out and saying let me go to my car.  They would not let me but I was sure that if I got to my car, I would chill out. I didn&#x27;t want to drive, I was just freaked out by people and the music.  
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I paced back and forth, and finally asked S. if I could lay on his bed.  He said sure and from that point on it seems like a dream.  The end... not really.  That is the boring part.  It seems so much like a dream, but I remember every detail like it was yesterday.  I jumped out of S.&#x27;s bed, and started screaming.  &#x27;JESUS CHRIST!!, JESUS CHRIST!!&#x27;  I thought I was going to die.  This is about 9:00 pm.  They tried to calm me down, but I would not trust them. I thought they were Satan trying to take me to hell.  All of their attempts to make me sane again had failed.  There was no way I was going to hell, so I had to repent before I died.  I would look up at them as if to stop, and they would tell me it was alright.  
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Thoughts crossed through my head that it would be better to go with the devils, but I thought that they were tricking me. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;Thoughts crossed through my head that it would be better to go with the devils, but I thought that they were tricking me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  I screamed and yelled and the teacher called the paramedics.  I jumped off the floor and ran out the door and hit R. as I tried to beak through their grasp.  R. got his baseball bat and hit me with it and then it was a struggle with the cops.  A. said that it took 3 cops to put me on the stretcher into restraints.  
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And then I went to the emergency room.  I remember when I first got into the hospital, I completely calmed down.  I thought it was all over and I was fixing to go to heaven.  The air was cool, there were men in white clothes walking around me, but then I saw the police and tried to get up and realized I was in restraints.  I freaked the fuck out.  I began to thrash and cus and yell. Then they put me under.  
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All I remember about that was a dream, where I went through the 9 stages of life.  I don&#x27;t know how many there are but I know that in my  mind there was nine.  I then went through birth, and death over and over and over. And every time I was at birth, I just remember a dark tunnel that I had to push through.  After thinking the tunnel was me struggling in restraints for hours and trying to break them.  
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When I woke up at 6:30A, Sunday, I had stopped thrashing for quite sometime. But I couldn&#x27;t move without being in a lot of pain and every breath I took felt like I was just recovering from getting the wind knocked out of me.  My lab report showed positive for marijuana, and everything else was clean so the doctors were stunned.  They thought I had a seizure but I told my parents what I did when I got home.  They didn&#x27;t flip out that much and I drove to school the next day and partied that weekend. &lt;!--  so I am going to trip again soon, just at my house, so I wont freak out over foreign exchange students and shit.   --&gt;Peace out JOHNB&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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