The Dillinger Escape Plan frontman Greg Puciato plan to escape reality with mushrooms went south last month and he ended up needing the assistance of police, EMTs, and fire fighters - click through to read his lengthy account of the experience.
"I would like to thank the six police officers, fully staffed fire truck, and the several EMTs (thanks Brian Vanina for writing to me afterwards) that showed up over the weekend... to witness/enjoy what surely must have been a beyond hysterical/bizarre/confusing sight to them. Without going into too much detail... let me just say that it was ENTIRELY worthwhile to eat enough (way too much) of something (I won't go into what but I'm sure your assumptions are probably accurate) to induce a total near death experience, have full blown entirely realistic hallucinations (including fake people that I had conversations with), have no ability to tell what time/age period of my life I was in (12, 17, 22, 29... all seemed simultaneous) and run around almost naked both in and outside singing, screaming, and asking the police if I was dead and whether or not Ben Weinman, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Liam, and various other people in my personal life, were in fact real people or part of a dream that I had while part of a separate larger reality. When I look back on being on a stretcher outside at 3am, frantically telling police that I was already dead and insisting that they tell me the truth, while accusing them of not being real either, and my girlfriend crying and being terrified that I had gone "too far" and would be permanently insane from that point forward... it all seems obvious what you should tell kids about drugs. Just say... maybe.
There is no "twelve" after "eleven". It goes straight to "thirteen". It's dark if you go there. So if you're ever at eleven and wanna go further... just be forewarned and remember that eleven jumps to thirteen and it gets f--king dark RIGHT AWAY. But it is, in hindsight, a wholly worthwhile place to visit now and then. For the recordall I gave a fuck about when I was out of my mind and convinced I was dead, was four or five people, and The Dillinger Escape Plan. Crazy.
I've never felt more psyched to play some fucking shows. LA tomorrow. Orange County Thursday. LET'S F--KING DO THIS."
Puciato went even further in detail when responsding to the question "Did you actually recall those events from your "experience"? Or were your actions recalled from another source?":
"Mix of my own recollection and my girlfriend (also tripping but nowhere near as extremely... much lower dosage) helping me remember. I've done it enough (mushrooms) but not to that level. I felt like I was fully separate from my body, like my consciousness had nothing to do with being a physical being... like something in between a near death experience and a near-out of body experience. The only way I can describe it in hindsight, is that I felt that consciousness wasn't something that comes from inside of us, that it's somehow a universal thing that we must be harnessing into our physical bodies while we're alive, as if we are living antennae or something, or conductors of it. That realization seemed fine to me, and I wasn't scared of my energy or that consciousness disappearing or anything like that, I just didn't want to leave this current existence because I had too much left that I wanted to do. Thinking that I was leaving this existence, freaked me out. I just panicked, my girlfriend panicked seeing me panic, the more either of us panicked the more it escalated. I started to think that I was having some sort of mushroom induced seizure (I obviously knew I wasn't dying of toxicity or any sort of lethal dosage... at one point I was so furious/frustrated that I of all insanely physically healthy people was having some rare abnormal reaction)... my heart was racing out of control... I was really coldit was just overwhelming. Next thing I know I was on a stretcher, there were cops everywhere, EMTs, taking my blood pressurepulse... asking about previous mental healthgiving me a sedative... asking me a lot of other health related questions... trying to get me to sign paperwork... I started thinking I was dyingand then perhaps that I was already deadthe way the people in movies are when they don't know they're dead... the whole thing was just really crazy. At one point I thought that my girlfriend and I were the same person, and that I had imagined her as a reflection or manifestation of my own psychosis/personality... like some sort of female mirror of me, and then that led to me thinking that Ben, Dillinger, my friends, family... and eventually the whole world was something I was imagining in another life... that this one must be a dream or a hallucination... that I was a creation... a dream that I was having somewhere else... and that explained(to me at the time) the feeling of consciousness coming from somewhere else. It just completely flipped my reality around over and over. All of the police and EMTs seemed like they were trying to pacify me into accepting that I was already dead... that I was on the other side now... but that it was okay. The whole thing seems like it was a dream now (although my girlfriend remembers it very vividly haha... since I was BEYOND a handful to deal with during the whole thing). Let me be clear that I am not advocating any of what happened, just reporting it. People make their own choices. I could have very well easily jumped off of a roof in the state I was in, trying to wake up... thinking that maybe everything was like Tom Cruise at the end of 'Vanilla Sky'. If you've ever seen that movie, the part where he was screaming "TECH SUPPORRRRT!!!"... that's what I felt like. What people do is their own decision. Drugs... at least to me... aren't inherently good or bad... they simply affect you... and that's obviously the point of them, it just so happens that that particular instance was beyond what I have ever encountered at any time of any experience of my life, and it instantly and very clearly weeded out what was and is important to me, in a very terrifying fashion. I refuse to call it a "good" or "bad" trip... it just is what it is... people make neutral things/experiences good or bad through their perception and what they choose do with what they've learned from them. I would just say it was very profound, and to me was worth sharing since all of you in my eyes are a part of one of the very few things that I viewed as critically important... The Dillinger Escape Plan... and making music and sharing it with/performing it for others."
Thanks for the report to Banana1015.com.