One time, I was tripping pretty hard on only 2 hits. It was the most intense experience ever....and I've taken up to 8 hits at once.

I was sitting in a room with some friends, 2 of which I didn't know very well. I was listening to the music, and loving it all. Then, I guess I closed my eyes, but I proceeded to preform various tasks, and made significant and noticable movements, as I went to get my cigarettes. I then headed out the door, and I was back in my chair. This happened again 2 more times. The last time, there were lights on the door, which tripped me up big. I then stood up, went through the same series of actions, and finally really made it outside. Now, I was beginning to realize what had just happened, complete reality loss.

After the smoke, I came back inside, and began questioning every part of my 'reality.' I was doing things, thinking they weren't real, and in my confused and delerious state, I was mumbling about random shit, and my friends were trying to calm me down. The reality break continued, and people's faces started becoming obsolete. I had convinced myself that each one of them, was actually a different person, and treated them as they were that person. I even tried to hug and kiss a girl in the room who I had thought was my girlfriend. I then started realizing that I was too fucked up, and the trip was not going well...

I looked around, pulling everyone back into their real selves...and then tried to concentrate on the connectedness and love that I felt for everyone...but instead, it turned against me... and I felt extremely lonely. I went into my friend's room and closed my eyes again, and was transported to another alternate reality that included thoughts of death and solitary. For the first time ever, I was dead, and it wasn't pleasent. The out of body experience continued as I worked through different problems and conclusions about the people I love and care about, and even myself.... eventually ending in me getting back up, and finishing the last 2 hours of the trip in disbelief, confusion, and silence.

3-4 weeks after that trip, I felt really isolated, and lonely... with no motivation or intention to talk to anyone. After that, I began making changes in my life, that I confronted during the trip... Overall, I look back on it and it was an incredible and informative trip, as ego-loss typically is. During it, however... I was scared out of my mind.