I had a complete disconnection from reality one time well tripping intensely on shrooms. One of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made was deciding to eat almost a quarter of mushrooms well extremely tired. I had some type of reasoning that some how the shrooms would perk me up a bit—but that was wrong. Being tired only intensified the trip times thousand. They first started kicking in well we where standing in the front yard of my friends house smoking a cigarette. It started off as normal as usual. Uncontrollable laughter, everyday objects suddenly seem amazing and unusual, walls and other objects began breathing as if they where alive. The shows that we where trying to watch on TV made no sense to me what so ever, and started looking around the room and tripping on the posters and pictures plastering the wall. They all seemed to be alive. All of a sudden they began to change colors and melt into different shapes (why more then I would usually experience on mush). Things only got more crazy when we started watching some fucked up movie (I believe it was called ‘The In Crowd’-avoid it if your tripping at all cost). There was so much going on and had such a fucked up story line, that trying to understand it made my brain began feeling like it was literally melting out of my ears. I decided to try and distract myself from the movie by going back to watching the room melt and morph around me. Suddenly everything began moving a lot faster—melting into giant multicolored on the floor and changing colors more rapidly. This completely amazed me to the point of utter dumbfoundedness. Nothing I have ever seen has ever been more joyful then what I was experiencing at that moment. The panic I was feeling started giving way to the felling of total ecstasy. I felt like my body was melting away and that my mind was growing into it’s own physical form. Everything soon went black and I began seeing colors morph into geometric shapes and patterns that seemed to resemble DNA structures and things that look like cells and bacteria drawings from science text books. Only they appeared to be alive and moving, and again, changing their shapes and colors, and multiplying themselves. This gave way to a place that resembled a forest filled with strange looking animals and incest’s that seemed to live in harmony with each other. (No strange giant hornet trying to fest on a small cat like creature). I think I was transported into my perfect world. I was moving through this strange place, but I couldn’t feel myself moving, more like floating through a strange trail of amazing plants and structure that made me thing of an ancient Amazonian society mixed with modern Japanese architecture (Think strange shaped building designs, made of stone mixed with strange and unusual glass window designs painted in different colors and patterns). This Amazon like area soon gave way to a giant clearing filled with strange tables and benches that didn’t seem right. They looked like something you might find on a space ship then in the middle of a jungle. It seemed to be half full of people discussing thing such as space travel, exchanging theory’s of our existence, space time continuums and other subjects that I’m interested in; but only caught parts of the conversations and don’t know enough about the subjects to fully grasp what they where saying. I stopped moving at an empty chair and when I saw who was sitting across from me, it it was Jeffery Dahmer (serial killer from Milwaukee responsible for the deaths of 13 or so people). He told me not to be afraid of him because he was no longer part of the physical, and only existed in the minds of people who know of him. Are conversations seemed to focus on how much of a fucking psychopath he was, and how he got to the point of murder and cannibalism. Slowly are conversation began to make less and less sense and everything seemed to sound like a record slowing down before everything went completely blank and all sound stopped. I assume this is where I apparently fell asleep. I guess I woke up an hour or two later, feeling completely normal. Just as I had felt before taking them. I got up to get a drink of water-suddenly my friend and girlfriend come out of nowhere asking me if I felt alright and if I was okay and yada yada yada. I told them that I was fine and that I must have gone into a completely different level of existence. They told me that I had apparently freak out. I apparently started eating my weed and trying to smash my friend's head and the TV in with a lamp. Kicking things over, trying to play with knives and apparently I would say “fuck you dude” after everything I said. My girlfriend apparently came over in the mist of all this, and I almost bit her finger off one of the times they where trying to restrain me. I do not remember any of this at all. I was lost in my own world at that point. My consciousness had completely shut it self off from my body. Leaving my body to operate on primitive animal instincts. The subconscious experience that I had was amazing and awe inspiring. And I’m glad that my friends where around to make sure I didn’t kill myself or someone else in the process. I cannot be more grateful for them being there. The psychological experience I had was bliss, but it could of ended terribly tragic had they not been around to keep me in check well trying to destroy the TV (for some reason I seemed really mad at it—might have had something to do with that insane movie we where watching—serious mind fuck right there). There are still parts of this story that are complete blanks in my memory. And my friends remember something every time they tell someone else the story—so there will be thing about this experience that no one will ever remember. Another thing that amazed me was how well my friend was able to maintain and take care of me well he was tripping almost as hard as I was (having to physically restrain me at one point well trying to get me to snap back into reality). Amazingly I would not classify this as being a ‘bad trip’—it was horrible for the people around me and for that I feel terrible, but I was having an amazing time lost inside my own head. The whole experience of blacking out and completely losing control of my body is something that did worry me quit a bit (bad enough for me to not do shrooms again for about a year). One important thing I've learned from this, is to never trip by yourself.
