The Trip - Re-remembered: Disconnect with Reality


Table of Contents


  • Introduction
  • The Build-up: 18:00 Sunday
    • Inside the Flat: A Fake Reality
  • Attempting to Leave: The Infinite Repetition
  • Exposure to the Outside World
    • The Encounter with the Man and His Dog
    • Losing Touch with Reality: Sci-Fi Daydream
  • A Terrifying Vision: The Vicious Force
    • The Black Wire Monster
    • Terror in the Mind’s Eye
  • The Fade to Black: Mathematical Grids and Dread
    • Echoing Voices: Fading into Infinity
    • Beelzebub’s Domain: The Dark Grids
  • Reflection: The Aftermath of the Experience
    • The Final Message



Introduction


This is a recounting of an intense and terrifying trip that caused a deep disconnect from reality. The experience takes place in a seemingly normal environment but gradually shifts into a surreal, disturbing, and nightmarish landscape. The narrative explores feelings of paranoia, depersonalization, and terror as reality becomes fragmented and twisted.



The Build-up: 18:00 Sunday


Inside the Flat: A Fake Reality


It was 6:00 p.m. on a Sunday. I found myself alone in a flat, feeling slightly calmer now that K and her friend had left. The atmosphere seemed different, but still unsettling. Curious, I peeked through the blinds, expecting to see the outside world, but all I saw were dull-colored blocks forming a wall where the window should have been. The blocks were painted in muted purples and oranges, resembling the swirls inside a stick of rock candy.


It suddenly hit me that this room wasn't real. It was like being trapped inside a fake matrix, a staged environment meant to distract me. I became convinced that this false reality was set up to steal my bank details without my awareness. I looked down at my bank card, but to my growing confusion, I couldn’t read any of the numbers or text. The entire card pulsed with a strange neon energy that obscured the information, and I wasn’t even sure if it was my bank card or my Oyster card that I was holding.


I began pacing the flat in an agitated state. The flat itself seemed to morph; each room looked identical to the one before it. Hallways blurred together, and the atmosphere thickened. At some point, I noticed strange people sitting on the walls like gargoyles. I didn’t recognize them, but they seemed to be loitering, watching me. The frames of the doors around me began glowing with neon lights, adding to the suffocating thickness in the air. Each time I moved from one room to the next, it felt like stepping into an infinite mirror, endlessly repeating. I was trapped in a loop, and no matter how many doors I passed through, nothing changed.



Attempting to Leave: The Infinite Repetition


I was consumed by the need to escape. I tried leaving over and over again, but each attempt brought me back to the same point, in the same room, lost in a cycle of turmoil and indecision. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t leave. I felt that something needed to change, but I couldn’t grasp what it was.


I finally made it to the front door of the flat, convinced I had to get out. However, as I reached it, my friend kept calling me back. It was like I was physically unable to leave, my movements pulling me back into the flat. The realization dawned on me: the fact that I hadn't left was the key to why nothing was changing.



Exposure to the Outside World


I eventually managed to pull the front door open, stepping into the main hallway and out into the world. The outside light was blinding, much brighter than I had expected. The world beyond felt alien, as if I had never seen it before.


The Encounter with the Man and His Dog


As I stood there, disoriented, a man walked by with a dog. I thought I recognized him as B, someone I knew. “Is that B?” I asked, but the man only smiled, amused, and responded, “No.” His voice sounded muffled and distant, as did mine. I couldn’t even understand what I was saying—it all seemed garbled and strange.


He seemed to find the whole encounter funny, as if I had asked him something absurd. As the sun began to set, my sense of reality continued to deteriorate.


Losing Touch with Reality: Sci-Fi Daydream


Walking through the streets, I slipped deeper into a dissociative state. In my mind, I was now a cop, the head of a futuristic police force. It felt like I was rehearsing lines for an upcoming bust that would be televised, as if I was part of a TV show. I was speaking out loud to myself, rehearsing my part in this surreal narrative. I was also in contact with another officer who existed somewhere in the ether—yet this officer was also me.


Reality no longer made sense. I had fully disconnected from the real world, lost in a bizarre sci-fi daydream.



A Terrifying Vision: The Vicious Force


The Black Wire Monster


Then, an overwhelming feeling of terror hit me. I sensed a vicious presence coming toward me, passed between dimensions like a cursed object being handed off. It felt like something nobody had ever encountered before—an unspeakable horror. I was convinced that I was about to be the first person in history to be assaulted in a world without the laws of physics.


In the sky, a black grid appeared, and from it emerged a behemoth-like creature made of black wire. It was pure rage and strength, ripping itself free from the grid, twisting and contorting as it broke free. The terror was unimaginable—this thing was coming for me, and it was going to tear me apart.


Terror in the Mind’s Eye


In my mind, I saw a person being torn apart from the inside by a creature—a black kitten-like being made of wire that spread through their body like molten fire. I could feel and hear the horrific sounds of this—yellow pus bubbling and terrified screams echoed in my head. It was pure agony, both physical and mental.


I found myself stumbling in someone’s overgrown garden, trying to keep my balance as I walked down concrete steps toward a house. The sky above me had turned dark, and I could barely see where I was going. My vision faded as I struggled to stay upright.



The Fade to Black: Mathematical Grids and Dread


Echoing Voices: Fading into Infinity


Suddenly, everything went black. I was plunged into a closed-eye visual world, a universe made entirely of complex black grid geometries. The dread was palpable. I could hear beeping sounds, like police codes echoing through this dark space. Voices called out my name, distant and distorted: “Hello, [Name], can you hear me?” “We’re here to help you.” The voices faded, echoing off into infinity.


Beelzebub’s Domain: The Dark Grids


I saw strange creatures clinging to the grids—triangular, mouse-like beings illuminated by vague, dull light. They skittered across the grids as if disturbed. It felt like I was in hell, trapped in a realm governed by mathematical precision and dark forces. Twelve families of Beelzebub controlled this place, documenting every form of abuse, torment, and hatred. The voices I heard spoke of killing and torture, firing off from every angle of my mind.



Reflection: The Aftermath of the Experience


This experience left me shattered, both physically and mentally. Even nine months later, the memories bring back feelings of dread and terror. I was completely disconnected from reality, lost in a nightmarish world of my own making.


The Final Message


Looking back, the message is clear: always be mindful of what you’re taking. If given a choice between underdosing and overdosing, it’s always safer to redose later. What I put my loved ones through was deeply regrettable, and it’s not a mistake I ever want to repeat.