My first time shrooming was on Valentine's Day... I had been looking
forward to the experience for a long time. There was about six of us shrooming
that day everyone was experienced except me. I had no clue what to expect, I
thought it would be similar to feeling stoned...boy was I wrong. After dosing we
passed a joint around and waited for the shrooms to kick in. It seemed that
everyone was feeling the effects...numbness, light-headedness...but I had no
clue as to what I was feeling, because I wasn't feeling anything except stoned.
We decided to hit a pub for a bit, and this is when everyone started peaking but
I still had not felt anything different. Everyone was describing their trips to
me and I was feeling quite disapointed. I had looked forward to this moment for
so long and nothing was happening.
The pub was getting dry so we went back to my friends
place where we smoked hash. About 4 bottle tokes later I was in absolute bliss
from the hash. I got really comfotable on the couch and even had a blanket and a
pillow. Someone put some Retro music on and at this point I was thinking what a
waste the shrooms were...the hash and weed are all I need!
The bottle came around to me again and I declined the
offer because I was quite happy. However, my friend insisted I take it. He was
trying to temp me into taking another hit by saying how good it was and how much
I wanted it. I started playing along with him and put the blanket covers over my
head yelling "no more, no more" This joking continued until for no
reason I started crying uncontrollably. My friends thought I was laughing..and I
was at first, but now I was bawling. I looked up and he was still standing in
front of me with the bottle and I started getting scared. The room changed and
was really big now and everyone looked strange, it seemed their arms and legs
had gotten shorter. I was still crying at this point, "why wasn't this guy
leaving me alone? why is he being so mean and making me cry?" was all I was
thinking. I was rolling myself into a ball to hide from this guy but he still
wouldn't leave me alone.
My friend decided that it was time to take me home. I
didn't say bye to anyone because I was too mad and didn't want to speak to them
ever again for making me cry. The drive home was bizzare I didn't recognize any
streets. Somehow I managed to get into my room and into my bed, this is when I
peaked.
My entire room got really big and so did my bed. My body
seemed to feel so much smaller. I was too small for this big bed. I closed my
eyes and I started to trip harder. My mind took me back into the thoughts and
dreams from my childhood. I was dreaming all my childhood dreams over agian. I
was rather enjoying it, becuase it had been so long. It was sort of like
watching a television rerun from the 80's. It was fun until my mind took me to
the thoughts I had when i was a child. I hope I'm not the only one who at one
point as a child, felt that my parents were mean and I wanted to run away. But,
I'm sure everyone went through this sort of stage at some point in their life.
Well, I was reliving it against my will. I started crying again, remembering the
times when my dad made me cry as a child. At this point I wanted the trip to end
because I didn't want to think about these depressing thoughts anymore. But, it
continued all night. All night I felt like I was four-years old again.
THE experience. whole the for trigger been have must It room. in playing was that
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on happened what wondering were and me, change noticed parents My deperessed.
incredibly experience this after days two next>I figure shrooms aren't for me. I
don't like "not knowing." When you are stoned or drunk you know
it...and you have pretty much some control over the situation. But when you are
peaking, it is like nothing else...it all seems too real!!! That is probably the
biggest problem I have with it, not knowing what is real.
But, I will probably try it again. Maybe the next time I will have a much
Happier experience.
