This happened around a year ago. Me and 4 of my mates were at our usual hang out spot (one of the boys sleep out, we had a sick set up) and I had just got some 200ug tabs from the city which is about 2 hours away from where I lived at the time.
We were all pretty experienced with psychedelics at this point. Well, we thought we were anyway. We'd all had several mushroom trips, A LOT of mdma experiences and lsd of course.
I don't know if the tabs were more than 200ug or we weren't as experienced as we thought we were because dayum, these tabs blew us away. Literally.
So it's a few hours into the trip and we're all having a good time, the walls and pictures were moving and changing colour etc as you'd expect. Everyone was holding it together pretty well until Kyle (name changed obviously) started responding "I don't know, I just don't know" to literally everything we said.
Next thing I know I'm out on the driveway, don't ask me why because I have no clue. Kyle then sprints passed me like a flash of light. He runs out onto the road. Stops. Then sprints back towards me.
My mates dad came out to see what we were up to and note, this dad is a fucking cool guy. He's of Christian faith but he's seen us do A LOT of messed up, crazy things around the house and kinda just turns a blind eye to everything. Anyway, Kyle started sprinting circles around the dads car. Around and around and around. I was tripping balls (obviously) and I couldn't stop laughing at how stupid he looked.
I managed to bring him back inside to try and calm him down but he just had this kinda smirky, empty look on his face. He had no idea who or what he was, or what anything was. I was lying on the bed again admiring the visuals and next thing, out goes Kyle again. Only this time he doesn't come back. It was now about 10pm and Kyle bolting again didn't seem to bother any of us because we were all trying to keep a grasp on reality ourselves. It was an amazing time.
Fast forward to 2am, we were sitting inside, smoking cones coming down from a beautiful experience. Completely forgot about Kyle, who could be anywhere at this point. We were still in no state to go looking for him because where would we even start?
Knock knock knock goes the door. We opened it to see a still smirky, empty looking Kyle with no shirt on, covered in blood. Dripping down his back was thick streams of red blood. He was okay though.
He'd been gone for 4 hours.
He still to this day only remembers being in a park on the other side of town. That's it. It was only a few weeks later one of my mates who also tripped with us informed me that he probably experienced ego death.
I take my hat off to him. He's a soldier.
Moral of the story: psychedelics will still throw you on your ass regardless of how experienced you are or think you are.