yeah, bad trips are freaky. I sold an eigth to one of my younger friends... and he munched it all on the spot even though i told him to eat half. Three hours later he's in his boxers, soaked with vomit, urine and some water and howling like a madman ontop of his moms minivan. My brother pinned his ass in his front yard until he calmed down and passed out, then we carried him to my friends garage and put him in a sleeping bag and then I sat right next to him for another couple hours while he was gibbering like a psycho until he finally asked me where his clothes where. Later he told us he thought we where all demons and he was in hell. Sounded pretty tight to me, but he couldent handle it.