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Posted 6/29/15


I don't know if this counts, but I've thought of weather phenomenon such as tornadoes as particularly eerie and dark in a rather profound way. Not only witnessing what they can do, but what they can leave in their wake. I drove through a residential area that was hit by an EF5, buildings, cars , trees everything was thrown in disorder or smashed to pieces., were later told there were lots of deaths. I think sometimes its what you don't see that sticks with you.
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These didn't happen in my time but, coming from an auto racing background and knowing people that race in the modern equivalent, they both stand out to me and hit close to home. It just shows how much safety improvements there have been since then and it allowed me to never experience something like this first hand.

The first was Gordon Smiley's crash during the qualification for the 1982 Indy 500. He said himself he was going to break 200 mph or die trying. Which, on one of the laps he lost the car and hit the cement wall head on at nearly 200 mph. He died instantly.

This is the account from the track doctor who was the first on the scene: " While rushing to the car, I noticed small splotches of a peculiar gray substance marking a trail on the asphalt leading up to the driver. When I reached the car, I was shocked to see that Smiley's helmet was gone, along with the top of his skull. He had essentially been scalped by the debris fence. The material on the race track was most of his brain. His helmet, due to massive centrifugal force, was literally pulled from his head on impact...I rode to the care center with the body. On the way in I performed a cursory examination and realized that nearly every bone in his body was shattered. He had a gaping wound in his side that looked as if he had been attacked by a large shark. I had never seen such trauma."

Discretion is advised for those who want to see the accident: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBUFJ2O9nM8


The second is Russell Phillips' crash in the NASCAR Sportsman series race in 1995 at Charlotte.

Phillips was in 10th place when his Oldsmobile was hit by the car of Steven Howard, who steered high to avoid a two-car spinout. Howard's car forced Phillips' car onto its right side, then smashed it roof-first into the retaining wall. His roll bars failed to protect the roof; both the roll bars and the roof itself were sheared completely off the car, exposing the interior of the driver compartment and grinding it against the wall and fence. When the vehicle came back down onto the track on its wheels, there was a massive "gaping hole" where the roof was supposed to be. Phillips, whose upper body was ground against the track's steel catch fence and a caution light fixture at high speed, was both partially dismembered and decapitated, in what a photographer on-scene described as "as gruesome a wreck as I can ever recall". In video of the accident, the first rescuer on scene could be seen running to the car, then immediately turning away from the wreck after seeing Phillips' body and realizing the hopelessness of any attempt at resuscitation. The track was littered with car debris, blood, and numerous body parts, necessitating a complete and lengthy red flag while track officials wearing surgical gloves placed white sheets over various body parts in the vicinity of the crash. The driver's head (still wearing his helmet) was found at the entrance of the pit road, and one of his hands was found suspended in the retaining fence.

Like the first video, viewer discretion advised: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMYGRzQZc7I
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That sounds like an extremely bad trip and you seem fortunate to be alive. I've heard stories of bad hallucinogen trips and have tried methadone before, but I have always been careful with the doses so I usually don't go overboard. It has happened but it's rare. And I don't really do much of anything anymore.



Well, methadone is not actually a hallucinogen... it's a very powerful (like darned near heroine powerful) opiate. The slow release stuff, which is what I was taking, can sneak up on you can kill you before you know it.

The dreams were just that, however combined with the real pain and experiences I was having, and being so out of it I did not understand what was going on.... it all just got pieced together the wrong way.


The only real hallucinogen I have taken is salvia. Smoked it. LOL. Funny stories there, but twice was enough to learn that lesson.

A friend described it as the peak of an acid trip, but it only lasts a couple minutes, hits hard, and disappears just as quickly. I've never done acid or shrooms, so I wouldn't know. I'm too throwed off already to be comfortable taking hallucinogens. I'd probably take a trip I'd never come back from... or have a bad trip, at best. My first experience smoking salvia... I thought I had been transported to another dimension. My second... was listening to techno music... thought I had to dance to the techno music gods in worship, to make the the spinning stop. Funny stuff after it was over...but not something I want to do again. hehe
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Panic attacks.

I used to deal with those often. What would happen is my anxiety used to turn into them. When the attack hits its hard to breathe and see.

The first time I got one I was on a bus. I remember first feeling hot and then my vision started going dark. Kind of like how you drop ink in water. But it starts from the outside and works its way in till I can't see. Then I start panicking more because I'm losing vision and then the breathing labors. It's all physiological I know. I don't know why the mind just detaches from the body with the most basic functions. But breathing is labored and I feel like I'm suffocating. The sensation of drowning.

Once I am able to calm down and breathe clearly again (reset) I can see but I still feel really hot and shaken up.

My brother actually was with me through a panic attack and he said it scared him. He didn't know what to do all he though of was just say my name over and over again. Telling me to breathe its ok. And you know what? That is literally the best that anyone can do. I could hear him calling my name I don't really loose hearing. So when I can't see or breathe I start focusing on who ever is talking to me to get me back to my senses.

I haven't had one in a while. But all I can say is that its like your brain is trying to kill your body. By shutting down signals to the very things that make you human and alive.
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Morbidhanson wrote:

That sounds like an extremely bad trip and you seem fortunate to be alive. I've heard stories of bad hallucinogen trips and have tried methadone before, but I have always been careful with the doses so I usually don't go overboard. It has happened but it's rare. And I don't really do much of anything anymore.



Well, methadone is not actually a hallucinogen... it's a very powerful (like darned near heroine powerful) opiate. The slow release stuff, which is what I was taking, can sneak up on you can kill you before you know it.

The dreams were just that, however combined with the real pain and experiences I was having, and being so out of it I did not understand what was going on.... it all just got pieced together the wrong way.


The only real hallucinogen I have taken is salvia. Smoked it. LOL. Funny stories there, but twice was enough to learn that lesson.

A friend described it as the peak of an acid trip, but it only lasts a couple minutes, hits hard, and disappears just as quickly. I've never done acid or shrooms, so I wouldn't know. I'm too throwed off already to be comfortable taking hallucinogens. I'd probably take a trip I'd never come back from... or have a bad trip, at best. My first experience smoking salvia... I thought I had been transported to another dimension. My second... was listening to techno music... thought I had to dance to the techno music gods in worship, to make the the spinning stop. Funny stuff after it was over...but not something I want to do again. hehe


Yeah, sort of like how K is not really a hallucinogen but you can see things anyway and alter your thoughts when you take it. I really hated salvia. Smoked it like....twice. And never again. Acid and mushrooms are good, though.
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I really hated salvia. Smoked it like....twice. And never again.


Same. Where I was in Cali (at the time, don't know about now) shops had the stuff in various strengths. I tried what was labeled as 15x. It went up to 60x. There is NO way in hell you could get me to smoke that stuff.
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This is something one of my best female friends told me.

Her good friend, apparently, is extremely gullible and superstitious. She stripped naked and allowed this weird priest to perform some sort of ritual for prosperity and to drive off evil spirits or something. This girl was 23 when she did this. I wasn't aware that someone raised in the US would do this, but there you have it. She's a pretty strange girl. Dates guys who are 20 years older than her and is easily attached to anyone who shows interest in her unless they are shorter than her.

Yes, and my good friend's dad lives in Indonesia and had some witch doctor perform a spell on him. He now believes he is immune to daggers or something.
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I'm sure most of us have had an experience with some sort of deja vu in our lifetime, where we feel like we distinctly remember something that is currently happening as an experience that we may or may not have had before. Of course they come in varying degrees of intensity, but generally this is a passive thing that is written off; As eerie as the sensation is, it is but a simple psychological phenomenon that is sure to have an explanation although a strong conclusion has yet to be made on this subject.

Now as a child i would experience deja vu from time to time which i would guess is normal, but any time it happened my stomach would turn and my face would go extremely pale. I would be in the middle of a conversation with some of my friends and then, out of nowhere seemingly, I would begin to remember exactly what they were about to say to me, but it would be words mixed with gibberish as if the conversation had taken a turn for the absurd, and i would stutter and try to respond the words i was hearing in my head before i would excuse myself to go hover over the nearest trash bin before i got sick on anyone. Now this was not a particularly frequent occurrence, but as the years went by these out of body experiences would persist and would culminate to me having several instances of deja vu on any given day. It wouldn't have felt so strange to me if every scenario had been different, but the more and more that it happened, the more i began to notice that all of these bits of conversation that i had been reacting to seemed to be small snippets of a larger conversation that i had stored away in my memory, that i couldn't access until someone triggered an episode. It was less of me remembering the context of the situation, rather i was unlocking some information that i had acquired sometime in the past in a dream i had. Whats more, every time this happened i can distinctly recall there being some sort of odd melody playing in the background, and the vision of some odd machine with flashing lights would show up in the back of my mind, as if it had a role to play in all of this. But as soon as the episode was over, the machine that i always thought i saw would grow fuzzy and recede into the depths of my unconscious, and no matter how hard i tried, i couldn't remember what it looked like, or what exactly the melody sounded like.

Idk, it had always seemed strange to me that every time this happened i seemed to be remembering the same thing. I figured it couldn't be coincidence, like there was something i needed so desperately to remember but i could only rely on happenstance for the whole context of the situation to become clear to me, like i had to remember something using other peoples minds. And this is something that i would just write off, and for the most part i have, but those episodes began to disappear a few years ago, and now deja vu is just an infrequent sensation like it is for most everyone else, unrelated contexts, just a feeling of unease rather than a reeling dizziness that would cause me to get sick. I really do wish that I could remember enough about all of it to make it seem like this isn't some odd skepticism over false memories that someone is rambling about, but it really is just beyond my reach.

And i feel like maybe one day, i will remember all of it, everything i was supposed to, and it might lead to something very strange...
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I'm sure most of us have had an experience with some sort of deja vu in our lifetime, where we feel like we distinctly remember something that is currently happening as an experience that we may or may not have had before. Of course they come in varying degrees of intensity, but generally this is a passive thing that is written off; As eerie as the sensation is, it is but a simple psychological phenomenon that is sure to have an explanation although a strong conclusion has yet to be made on this subject.

Now as a child i would experience deja vu from time to time which i would guess is normal, but any time it happened my stomach would turn and my face would go extremely pale. I would be in the middle of a conversation with some of my friends and then, out of nowhere seemingly, I would begin to remember exactly what they were about to say to me, but it would be words mixed with gibberish as if the conversation had taken a turn for the absurd, and i would stutter and try to respond the words i was hearing in my head before i would excuse myself to go hover over the nearest trash bin before i got sick on anyone. Now this was not a particularly frequent occurrence, but as the years went by these out of body experiences would persist and would culminate to me having several instances of deja vu on any given day. It wouldn't have felt so strange to me if every scenario had been different, but the more and more that it happened, the more i began to notice that all of these bits of conversation that i had been reacting to seemed to be small snippets of a larger conversation that i had stored away in my memory, that i couldn't access until someone triggered an episode. It was less of me remembering the context of the situation, rather i was unlocking some information that i had acquired sometime in the past in a dream i had. Whats more, every time this happened i can distinctly recall there being some sort of odd melody playing in the background, and the vision of some odd machine with flashing lights would show up in the back of my mind, as if it had a role to play in all of this. But as soon as the episode was over, the machine that i always thought i saw would grow fuzzy and recede into the depths of my unconscious, and no matter how hard i tried, i couldn't remember what it looked like, or what exactly the melody sounded like.

Idk, it had always seemed strange to me that every time this happened i seemed to be remembering the same thing. I figured it couldn't be coincidence, like there was something i needed so desperately to remember but i could only rely on happenstance for the whole context of the situation to become clear to me, like i had to remember something using other peoples minds. And this is something that i would just write off, and for the most part i have, but those episodes began to disappear a few years ago, and now deja vu is just an infrequent sensation like it is for most everyone else, unrelated contexts, just a feeling of unease rather than a reeling dizziness that would cause me to get sick. I really do wish that I could remember enough about all of it to make it seem like this isn't some odd skepticism over false memories that someone is rambling about, but it really is just beyond my reach.

And i feel like maybe one day, i will remember all of it, everything i was supposed to, and it might lead to something very strange...


Yeah, I get what you mean. Some people experience physical effects with deja vu.There were some instances of deja vu that I remember very clearly. One was in elementary school. I was writing a cursive W on one of those elementary school papers as part of the alphabet assignments. You know, the papers that seem to have a fuzzy texture of tan paper towels and you can see some of the wood pulp. The ink was dark blue and I was using a yellow #2 pencil. I wrote the W and experienced the most powerful feeling of deja vu I've ever had. I must have done it before, dreamed of it, and then did it again. Many years later, I dreamed of it again. I woke up feeling like I was still in elementary school but I was well into high school by then. Getting deja vu in a dream is really trippy, I'll tell you that. For me, deja vu is often accompanied by physical paralysis. My mind is reeling and I can't bring myself to move.

Even after all these years, that crude cursive W penned by my unskilled child hand is still etched into my mind. I can almost see the particles of graphite that make up the letter. One capital W, one lowercase w.

In high school, I was writing "feet" on my notebook and had another really powerful feeling that I'd done it before. I don't know why, but most of these experiences are linked to writing in some way, shape, or form. Never to typing or texting or anything. Hand writing.
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When I was three years-old, after my father had passed away some five or four days ago, I had become very depressed and anxious. I would seldom finish my food or even not eat anything for the whole day. My auntie told me that I would always murmur before I sleep saying "What will I do now that Dad is gone? Who's going to wash me? Who's going to dress me? Comb my hair? Make me food?" Additionally, night after night, I would always have nightmares and bad dreams that I don't even remember now. According to my auntie, I would sleep walk, or more so, "sleep play" at most nights. I would get up, turn on the lights and play with my precious little toys that my father had given me. Many of it were old fashioned action figures that you would probably consider creepy. So anyway, I would have my eyes fully closed and I would cry quietly like I was alone in the room while I "played" with my toys, and I would only tinker around with them for a couple minutes or so. Then after that, I would go back to my bed like nothing happened, leaving all the toys on the floor.

Then, there was this one night. That one last night. I was sweating like I was in a panic while running away from something. I was having nightmares again. Rolling around in bed drenched in sweat, I was screaming and yelling, "NOOOO! DON'T LEAVE ME!" During this astonishing scene, my auntie comes rolling in to the room. Worried sick. But before she came to me, she said she saw something unusual. As I began to stop rolling around, I have calmed down.I stopped screaming, but instead I've only murmured some gibberish nonsense which she couldn't hear from her distance. On my bed side, she saw the surface compress as if someone was sitting there. Then after that I stopped crying. I began to fall asleep innocently. Quietly.

And ever since that, I have stopped having nightmares. I've stopped becoming depressed. I wasn't anxious of the future anymore. I started eating right. I became a jolly, lively kid again like when my father was still alive. But something new hit me after that. I've always tried to picture my dad's face every night as I tried to remember the days before he had passed. Now, it's really hard to picture him standing beside me. However, all I remember after that night is that I always told myself "Everything is going to be alright" along with my father's voice saying it with me in my head.


Aaagghh Sorry I thought it was going to be dark but it ended becoming sort of a light mood >,< haha my bad. I rarely write, but tonight got me the feeling of sharing this special memory. : )
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My story is a bit weird as I was injured at the time so this is what I was told happened. I had a pretty severe head injury that kept me home for months. My girlfriend and I had just gotten two kittens before this had happened. I was in bed so I slept, read, watched tv, and pet the kittens when they got on the bed. My girlfriend and her mom are wiccan. Frankly they never knew what to do with me, part of that might have been why her daughter who had never dated a woman came to me. I was upset at being hurt, being unable to stand natural light, I had dizziness and balance issues. I was talking, I asked the world for power and strength.

For a few days after that the light issue got worse but I could balance if I kept off the balls of my feet. The cats ran from me and the red flecks in my eyes grew. It got to the point where she thought I was possessed. I normally have bad dreams/thoughts from my OCD. One night she listened to me in my sleep talk about someone named Tristan. I don't know a Tristan and that was the last straw. She poured some liquid on me and burned white sage at all the entrances. I sat on the ground, I'm an earth element so she wanted me to meditate there. Everything seems fine these days. Without her or the cats I'm just left with my dreams and the mirror. Weird that anytime I got a message in a dream it was written on a mirror. I am messy but my mirrors are clean. I also have to watch the red in my irises. Not sure why I even have red flecks, I tell people it is from the concussions and I hope I'm right.
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the power went out and i have blackout shades...darkest experience ever
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I was in a behavioral ward for teens when I was 12. One day this 17 year old boy was admitted, practically a 6'7" teddy bear. At the end of every night, right before we were all sent to bed, we had a group support chat which was concluded with the Lord's Prayer.

As soon as the prayer was over, I looked over at the new guy and he had his fists clenched. The Nurse in charge of the meeting looked at him and asked if he was okay. The boy immediately starting swearing, got up and flipped the table over, and ran to his room down the hall. Doctors and back up were radioed for, as we were all told to lock ourselves in the closest available room. Right before I got into a room, I saw a 4"x2', 3" thick piece of window ledge, complete with screws sticking out of it, come flying out of the boy's room and at a nurse. Right after we heard them call for a tranquilizer, I heard the boy screaming in a language I didn't recognize as he punched a hole through a bulletproof window.
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Exploring an abandoned sanitarium. That was pretty intense. What can I say, I live on the edge. I don't do as much urban exploration as I used to, but I've explored old buildings, hospitals, factories, even steam tunnels. If the opportunity arose, I'd do it again.
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