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Never ending trip

Since I was about 13 years old (3 years ago) I had always wanted to try shrooms.



Since I was about 13 years old (3 years ago) I had always wanted to try shrooms. I had smoked a lot of pot, and even attempted to grow some (the plant was apprehended before it was able to mature). Over the years I had dabbled in other drugs. I wasn’t exactly a “drug-head”, but I liked to try new things, and even though I never went out looking for new drugs, they always seemed to fall into the possession of my friends. Before I tried shrooms I had done the usual teenage drugs (pot, alcohol and cigarettes) along with some slightly less accepted drugs (coke, ecstasy, ketamine), however I never really grew attached to any of these drugs. _________________________________________________________________________Now with that background information out of the way:
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A good friend of about 10 years informed me that his brother had come back from Canada with 2 pounds of shrooms. After talking to some friends, we all pooled together some money about bought an ounce and a half of dried shrooms. I kept a half ounce. So that Friday night, myself, my girlfriend (Dawn), and 2 of our friends(Molly and Kimmy) all got together to trip. Molly had shroomed once before, about 2 years ago, but the rest of us had never shroomed before.
_________________________________________________________________________ Around 7:00PM I weighed out an 1/8th ounce of dry shrooms for Molly and myself and about 3 grams each for Dawn and Kimmy. 4 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were made, each filled with our serving of shrooms. After getting the shrooms down we sat and around and played pool and stuff, as we waited for the effects to set in.
_________________________________________________________________________ I was the first to notice the effects (perhaps because I consumed the most shrooms/least food). After about 30 minutes I felt a bit hyper and giggly. I sat down on the couch and looked around the room. The room seemed brighter, as if the sun had suddenly come out, even though it was about 7:30PM. I thought that I was the only one who felt any different, because everyone else was acting normal. I suddenly had the urge to get up and walk around, so I got up, and went for a stroll around the house. I climbed to the top of a long white stairway leading to Dawn’s dad’s room. I sat on top of the steps staring down the length of stairs. For some reason the stairway looked longer than before. I felt cold, so I curled up in a little ball on the top of the stairs. I noticed that I was shivering, but that it was a controlled shivering. I could shiver, but when I decided to stop I would. At this point Molly came up the stairs and asked me if I was ok (she noticed me shivering) – I felt like I needed to be alone, so I asked her to leave me. I sat there mesmerized by the length of the stairway for quite some time before Dawn came upstairs and asked me to come back down.
_________________________________________________________________________ When I returned to the first floor my brain was flooded with color. Everything downstairs seemed to have been glowing with little lights. It looked as if the rooms had been redecorated. The living room, which was bland before now had new wall paper with silhouettes of farms, farm fences and sheep on them. The flowers on the flowered wallpaper were coming out of the wall. Also, there was a hatched pattern on all the flat surfaces. I noticed that it kept getting brighter and darker in the room, as if clouds were passing over the sun constantly.
_________________________________________________________________________I went over to Dawn who was curled up on the couch. She had her hands over her face. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she didn’t like what she saw. I didn’t understand, and I asked her to explain, and she just kept saying, “I don’t like seeing things that aren’t real”. I told her that I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘everything’ – my brain was flooded with images and knowledge. Dawn kept telling me to stop talking when I was telling her about how I couldn’t stop “thinking”. This confused me, so I got up and went to see what the others were doing. Molly and Kim were in fits of laughter trying to type on a keyboard. I tried to join in their fun, but they were too giggly at this point. I went back to the couch and lay down with my face facing the back of the couch. I noticed that I could see a reflection of everything that was going on behind me in the cloth of the couch back. It was as if I was looking into a black glass. I could see Molly and Kim walking about in the couch. I don’t know how to explain it exactly except it was as if the couch was somehow a black mirror surface, ever though it was clothed covered. After watching them in the couch for quite some time I got up because Dawn kept saying her dad was coming home soon. We sat around and tried to think of what we were going to tell her Dad when he got home.
_________________________________________________________________________We then got up and went into Dawn’s room because we were afraid her dad would come home. At this point Kimmy and Dawn were crying. I didn’t really ask why, and at the time I didn’t care. We were sitting in Dawn’s room, trying to think of a plan to tell her dad. With one look he would be able to tell that we were on something. We were hoping that he’d be drunk when he got home. I got up to go to the bathroom, but Dawn wouldn’t let me leave her room. She kept saying that she didn’t want any of us to be alone. After some time talking, Molly got up to go to the bathroom. When Dawn told her not to go, Molly started crying. I was getting annoyed because everyone was crying and Dawn was being crazy. Finally Dawn said Molly could go to the bathroom if she went with her. Dawn and Molly left the room. Kimmy and I started talking. For some reason I didn’t want to talk to her, or anyone. She didn’t want to talk either because she felt a bit sick. We both kept talking about how we didn’t want to talk, however we seemed to be stuck in a time loop in which we couldn’t get out of. Molly and Dawn returned, and they also got stuck in this loop of talking about nothing. Time seemed to never end.
_________________________________________________________________________After what seemed like an eternity of talking, we heard someone open the door and come in the house. This scared me at first, for none of us knew who it was. It turned out to be Kimmy’s boyfriend. He came in Dawns room and saw us all huddle in a corner of the bed and was very confused. We were all huddled there because we were scared and didn’t know who was coming in the house. Then we all went back out to the living room and sat on the couch.
_________________________________________________________________________I could feel my eyes twitching back and forth, and everything I looked at seemed to be moving rapidly. Dawn started tell me that she was worried about me; that my eyes didn’t look good. I closed my eyes, but Dawn quickly shook me awake. She started telling me that if I closed my eyes I was going to die. I kept telling her I was fine, although deep down I think she was actually convincing me that I was going to die. I started thinking that if I closed my eyes I would die. My eyes felt heavy, and this feeling wouldn’t end. I felt like I was in another never ending time loop. At this point I wanted this experience to end. I closed my eyes and envisioned myself walking to Dawn’s father’s gun closet and ending this experience with a bullet to my head. Kimmy’s boyfriend who said he was going to drive me home startled me up. By this point I no longer was making decisions, I was just following orders. It was easier because I didn’t have to think as much. I got in his car, and drove for what felt like an hour to my house (about 5 miles away) – When I got home I lay in my bed and looked around my room at all the difference patterns and warped colors until I fell sleep around 12:00.
_________________________________________________________________________There were parts of the experience that were scary, but looking back at it all now; I understand how they could have been avoided. I’d like to try shrooms again, but maybe this time in a less hostile environment.

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