This is my recount of one of the craziest nights of my life
so far, or as much of it as I can remember.
Before this experience, Id done shrooms at least 40 times,
so I knew what to expect. (at least, I
thought I did)
Earlier that day, Id gone out and picked roughly 80 shrooms
from the lake down the road from my house and told my parents I was staying at
a friends place for the night.
In a moment of suicidal recklessness, I decided to have 50
or so of the freshly picked, highly potent shrooms. (with the ones that grow
here, you usually only need 15 to have a hard trip, Im tiny).
I gave the other 30 to my mate, (I%u2019ll call him R), and we
both ate them all fresh (tasted like mud)
Within 10 minutes, I already felt the %u2018coming up%u2019 feeling,
and visuals were starting to get brighter, and more %u2018cartoonish%u2019.
I kept coming up rapidly, and within 40 minutes, the walls
were breathing, the couch was as soft as water, and noised seemed far away. So
far, just a normal mushie trip.
My mate put on a cd and the music literally %u2018pulsed%u2019 through
me, taking away all my worries and actually turning me into the music. That%u2019s the only way I can explain it.
After an hour, suffice to say I was tripping balls. My mate was pretty fucked up too, but nowhere
near to the extent I was.
We decided to go for a walk (BAD IDEA). As we walked, I realized I could taste the
sky and see the sound of the grass (I know it doesnt make sense, but I could). As we walked, we met up with another mate
(G), and we all decided to go for a walk to R%u2019s house.
Then It got crazy. As
we walked to R%u2019s place, the shrooms peaked and hit me like a ton of bricks.
It was sensory chaos.
I could smell words, fences were dancing, my hat was folding into
triangles, signs were pulling cartwheels, and my nose started bleeding
invisible rainbows. And I cant describe
the mindfuck I felt. I felt as if I was
trapped in my mind, dying and being reborn with every breath.
The sky was wrapping around me, suffocating me and robbing
me of oxygen.
I felt that I%u2019d lived my life, and as a result of living a
bad life, had to live it again forever.
I truly believed I was I hell.
I was screaming at G that I didn%u2019t want to die, and to save
me.
My mate G asked me if I was ok, and all I could say was
%u2018uhhhhhh%u2019
In a nutshell, I was gone.
I kind of blacked out for a few hours after this, but I
remember asking G a million times if I was dead, %u2018throwing%u2019 air at R, falling
off a fence, and crying because my life had ended so young.
I came to a few hours later on the ground outside a church,
alone and wet, in a state of total delirium.
I%u2019d also pissed myself.
I managed to stand up, and after what was probably an
hour, somehow managed to find my way to
R%u2019s house.
After this I finally started coming down, and realised the
intensity of the trip I%u2019d just had.
I looked in mirror and my eyes were HUGE, I had no iris at
all, just a giant pupil.
My eyes stayed dilated for the next two days, even after I%u2019d
sobered up.
It was the weirdest night ever, and I don%u2019t think id ever
take that many mushies again, the sensory overload and complete delirium I felt
was just too scary.
Sorry about the shiity report btw, Im not good at this kinda
stuff :P
