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&lt;!-- Hello Erowid community. I wanted to start off by saying that this--&gt;This experience happened to me when I was 19 and I had done all of these substances prior on their own. I want to point out that this experience is being written to emphasize the importance of intention-setting before embarking on a journey with any substance, as well as the dangers of mixing various substances at the same time. This was the most (negatively) intense trip I have ever had to date, and I have not mixed so many substances in such a careless way ever again after this, although I have definitely tried new substances since and the same ones in smaller doses or singularly. 
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I was at a stage of my life where I was really depressed and self-destructive, although optimistic about the nihilism of life, even if that sounds strange. In the weeks leading up to this, I had discovered Tramadol and it had quickly become my DOC, as I am an individual who suffers a lot of physical (and emotional / mental) pain, at the time. I was taking usually around 6 - 9 Tramadol every time I would ingest the wonderful body-numbing substance.
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THE EXPERIENCE: (T: 8:30am) I was in high school at the time. It was a Friday and I had decided to skip school. My dad was on a business trip and my mom worked 6am - 8pm every day, so I woke up to go to school and then came back when I knew my mom had left. My dad had let me borrow his car and I was very thankful, as I had reliable transportation. I decided to go to a nearby park and I took 8 Tramadol at about 8:30 am and enjoyed the beautiful Florida weather. It was not humid whatsoever, and slightly windy. I then thought to myself, &#x27;hmm. I want to have a crazy experience today. I&#x27;m going to try to find mushrooms and trip at home!&#x27; I stayed in the park, trying to find connects, waiting for the Trams to kick in. Once I had gotten a reliable connect, I drove back to my house to meet them.
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(T: 9:00am) I got home and while I waited for the connect to come thru, I watched episodes of the Office, which I really enjoyed at the time. I was definitely starting to feel the beautiful sedating euphoria that comes with Tramadol, and then suddenly, to my intention-less 19-year-old mind, I remember that my friend had gifted me a roll the other day and I decided to ingest that as well, while I waited for the connect to come. I sat watching the Office.
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(T: 10:00am) A knock at the door. The connect was here. I was barely starting to feel the tingling of the MDMA, although it was a strange contrast between the numbing Tramadol and the tingling MDMA. I was starting to feel really excited and uppity, but I had never met this connect so I didn&#x27;t want to act bizarre. She walked in, sold me 5 grams of mushrooms, and right before she walked out, she stopped and looked at me and said: &#x27;Hey, can I make you a deal?&#x27;
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&#x27;What&#x27;s up?&#x27; I asked casually.
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&#x27;I&#x27;ll smoke you out if you let me smoke in your house and watch the Office with you.&#x27; &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;&#x27;I&#x27;ll smoke you out if you let me smoke in your house and watch the Office with you.&#x27;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#x27;Sure,&#x27; I said slightly hesitantly, as again, I had never met this person before. I was also at a point in my life where just one bowl of weed would get me extremely high, but it was that giggly, giddy, happy high. I was what my friends called a &#x27;One Hit Wonder,&#x27; and I always laughed at that because it was true. However, she smoked me out on 6 bowls of cannabis, and by the end of the session I was extremely faded and she proceeded to thank me and leave the house.
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(T: 10:30am) As soon as she left, I made myself two mini-sandwiches, each with 1.5 grams of shrooms. As I ate the first sandwich, my intention-less mind thought &#x27;Hey, I just remembered that my friend gifted me a tab of acid yesterday!&#x27; I searched my room for it and found it, proceeded to place it under my tongue, and then ate the second 1.5 gram mushroom sandwich.
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Just a recap, at this point I was on 8 Tramadol, had started rolling from the MDMA, and had just ingested 3 grams of mushrooms and a tab of acid after having smoked 6 bowls to the face. I sat there, watching the Office, waiting for it all to kick in. I was in for an experience unlike any other I had ever had.
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(T: 11:00am) The first thing that brought my attention to the fact that my trip was about to become discombobulated was that, in the midst of the numbing faded euphoria I was in, my eyes started rolling to the back of my head. This has happened to me multiple times on opiates and while rolling, and I took it as no sign of concern. I closed my eyes briefly as it felt pleasant to not have and visual stimulation for the TV at the moment. I kept my eyes closed for what seemed like a minute or two, and when I opened my eyes, that&#x27;s when everything started to get wonky.
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(T: 11:15am) Once I opened my eyes, the first thing I discovered was that the Office, which I had obviously just been watching, had suddenly started to not be in English. I was confused, as I felt like I just wasn&#x27;t paying enough attention, and so I turned on the subtitles, only to find that the subtitles were also not in any language I could understand (Spanish is my first language and I know Polish, so it wasn&#x27;t just a different language; it was characters and symbols straight out of hieroglyphs). This concerned me, as up to this point, the Office was the only thing that was making cohesive sense, the only thing keeping me tethered to the world around me, in a sense. This seems naive in hindsight. 
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The next sensation I felt was extreme bodily discomfort; not soreness or pains, but mores like my skin was too receptive to everything I was touching with my body; the couch, the blanket, the TV remote, they all seemed foreign. I got a little uncomfortable and decided to lie in my parent&#x27;s bed and try watching TV to calm me down a bit. I walked to their room, lay in bed, and turned on the TV, but at this point I wasn&#x27;t paying attention to whatever was playing at all (I think it was Spanish infomercials???), instead, I was increasingly focused on how my touch receptors were reacting; the soft covers that my parent&#x27;s bed had felt TOO soft, TOO comfortable, basically to the point of discomfort. This is when it all went south.
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(T: 11:30am - 1pm) For the next hour and a half, I cycled between watching TV on the couch, getting up after 2 minutes, watching TV on my parent&#x27;s bed, getting up after 2 minutes, lying down on my own bed trying to listen to music, then getting up after 2 minutes and repeating this cycle over and over. I felt like nothing I did felt comfortable or right. I was looping in an anxious state, as if this was all I could do and it never felt comfortable. This discomfort was most definitely brought on by the combination of Tramadol and MDMA at doses that I would have done them separately, but I had decided to combine them. I quickly went to my backyard to realize I had also started tripping pretty hard and was having intense color enhancement and the wind felt soothing on my face. I sat outside trying to light a cigarette for 20 minutes, getting distracted by my own bodily sensations, and trying again. At this point, I was starting to feel very nauseous and I panicked and told myself, &#x27;Fuck, I think I&#x27;m about to have a bad trip.&#x27; This was my first mistake, nailing that thought into my head. I had never had a bad trip before this one so I was nervous because of all of the other substances I had ingested as well. I took a few drags off a cigarette and, no matter how pleasant my external environment seemed due to the hallucinogens, my body was feeling really overloaded. I went inside to try and vomit, thinking I could spare myself from what was to come.
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(T: 1:30pm) I lay by the toilet and tried to vomit, but nothing would come out. I was getting more and more high by the second, my body felt like it was melting and electrifying all at the same time. I thought to myself that a shower would help, and so I got completely naked and sat in the cold bathtub and let the water slowly trickle from the faucet as opposed to actually taking a shower (I was afraid that the feeling of hot water all over my skin would be too intense). I sat in one corner while the tub was slowly filling with cold water, creeping up towards me more and more. The second that the icy water touched my feet, I freaked out, jumped out of the tub yelling &#x27;NOPE&#x27; and proceeded to run into my room and jump onto my bed.
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Now, as soon as my body landed on the bed, I can only describe this sensation as the feeling of every single bone in my body breaking in unison. I felt extreme agony and pain in every fiber of my body, and for about 7 minutes, I muttered to myself in inebriated sentences; &#x27;Holy shit, I just broke every bone in my body. I need to call 911. How can I call if I just broke all of my bones? I wish somebody would help me. Oh, I&#x27;m going to die.&#x27; As I was immobile on my bed, the walls of the room started to distort in size; one second, it felt as if they were suffocating me, right up to my face, and the next, they were stretching endlessly into the furthest realms of time &amp;amp; space. I wasn&#x27;t even sure of where I was. The pain continued in excruciating agony.
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Suddenly, I had a moment of clarity; &#x27;Wait, my bones aren&#x27;t broken. I&#x27;m fine. Look, I&#x27;m going to get up now,&#x27; I told myself. I slowly sat upright on the bed, feet dangling, looking at my room; the patterns being cast by the sunlight through my blinds, moving very quickly, almost as if I was inside of a dryer with my room; everything was swirling around and changing shapes and colors and pretty soon I couldn&#x27;t distinguish if was I was experiencing was reality or not. That thought sent me over the edge, and I stood up quickly. 
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Now, I&#x27;ve had tracers in many trips on many substances, but these tracers were unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was moving through time. As I stood up, I felt what I can only describe as a human presence behind me. I slowly turned around out of fear, and what I found scared me even more; it was me. I was staring at a naked version of myself that was a few seconds delayed, as if I had just stood up quickly again.  I freaked out, needless to say.
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I started running from my room, turned around to look behind me, only to see a bunch of naked me&#x27;s chasing me, just a second or two behind the last. I couldn&#x27;t believe what I was seeing and running didn&#x27;t feel like anything. It felt as if I was deprived of all of my senses and experiencing them at their strongest all at the same time. I continued to scream and run around my house, being followed by a bunch of naked me&#x27;s, while everything around me melted; the walls, the paintings, the tables, the couches, all became a swirl of a multitude of changing colors. I had never felt fear like this. I didn&#x27;t know what to do. I was on the verge of running out of my house, naked, asking somebody if they would help me or call 911. My bones felt like they were melting with every step, like I was sinking in quicksand and then getting out of it with the next step. I didn&#x27;t know what to do next so I called my girlfriend at the time.
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(T: 2:00pm) My girlfriend, &#x27;Z,&#x27; was still in school, but I called her and she picked up:
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&#x27;Hello?&#x27; I heard on my phone.
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&#x27;Z PLEASE COME PICK ME UP IM AT MY HOUSE AND IM DYING I TOOK TOO MANY DRUGS AT ONCE PLEASE COME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE IM BEING CHASED BY ME&#x27;
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My girlfriend at the time was very inexperienced and naive when it came to drugs and had no idea what to do, so she told me she would pick me up as soon as she got out of her last class, which ended at 3pm. I told myself I could survive until then.
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I tried laying in bed, but I was too hot, then too cold, then the covers felt like they were braking my bones, then my bones felt numb, then my entire body felt numb and I punched myself a few times to see if I would feel anything. The visuals were too erratic and intense to describe any further. I had no sense of time or spacial awareness whatsoever. I decided to lay in bed and videotape myself doing whatever I was doing so I could watch it later. It turned out to be a video of me fidgeting around in bed endlessly while muttering to myself, turning music on just to turn it off again (NOTHING sounded pleasant to me at the time), and more muttering. 
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(T: 3:00pm - 11pm) After what felt like an eternity, Z told me she had reached my neighborhood. I hurriedly put on clothes and ran all the way to the gate of my neighborhood, which felt both extremely long and extremely fast simultaneously. When I reached her car, I jumped into the passenger seat, muttered &#x27;Drive.&#x27;, and then she drove me to her house. The next few hours were me sitting on a couch, watching the Office (again), and being caressed (only sometimes, because it still felt really intense to touch anything, including the blanket I was under). I was in a catatonic, brain-fried state for the entire weekend and I didn&#x27;t come home until Sunday afternoon, having told my mom I was sleeping at Z&#x27;s house. I did nothing but process what had just happened to me, try to eat but couldn&#x27;t, and stared at a screen while Z worriedly tried taking care of me.
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This experience taught me a lot about the use of intention when ingesting substances. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;This experience taught me a lot about the use of intention when ingesting substances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; It is never a good idea to take a substance without first setting an intention of what you want to accomplish during the journey, without feeling comfortable with what you&#x27;re about to do. I foolishly had taken all of these substances in those same doses separately, and my mistake was taking the same dose but all of them mixed together. Mixing substances so carelessly can definitely result in encounters with law enforcement, hospitalization, and / or death. I honestly felt like I had died every single time I felt all of my bones break. &lt;!-- This experience was shared to inform everybody to do through research on any substance they take and to never mix in such high quantities unless you are extremely experienced and know exactly how your body will react.--&gt;
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I have since tried DMT, Kratom, LSA, and various other substances, and I have never had an experience as excruciating as this one.I have grown and learned immensely from this one experience. &lt;!-- Please be careful and know your body, know the substance, and know your source, and PLEASE, set a positive intention beforehand.
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Thank you for reading and namaste.
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