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i may never shroom again (repost)


 have done mushrooms 3 times, and ive never done any other drugs (apart from smoking pot once... hated it) The first time was amazing, me and my girlfriend in the back of my car, we each took about an eigth (i think a bit less) the second time was also amazing, i took a pretty low dose and just felt extremely happy all night... but yesterday was the single strangest day of my entire life.

Me and my brother decided to pick up some shrooms over spring break, his girlfriend and him ate theirs one night and went hottubbing and ran around Mania in The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion (if you know what that is, you'll know its an awesome thing to do on shrooms) they both seemed to be having a great time, i ate mine a few days later, they looked like normal gold caps to me, no fungus or anything, but my brother had mentioned they were a bit spicy.
i ate my eighth at about 9:20 AM, i was home alone, coming up was amazing, i felt great for about an hour or so, then i started tripping pretty hard, i went downstairs and looked up "trippy Videos" on youtube, some of them were awesome, a couple were just scary. then the room and ceiling started moving and were colored odd, i then began to feel sick... really sick.
i got up and tried walking around, but that only made me sicker, i decided a had to throw up, and that i would feel fine after that, so i started eating carrots, (i hadnt eaten at all that day) they were almost impossible to chew, i felt like i chewed the first bite for hours, the reaction to having something in my mouth made me throw up, it burned but it wasnt so bad, i knew i had to clean it up before my mom got home so i began focusing very hard on what i had to do, get a paper towel, walk back to bathroom etc, while i did this i felt fine, i just kept pacing around the kitchen.
once the mess was cleaned up i went downstairs to relax, but upon sitting down i felt like i was going to throw up again... i ran out into my backyard and threw up all over the back deck, i cleaned it off with a hose and went to sit down again, but whenever i relaxed i became sick again. at this point i started panicking because i was only about 20 minutes into my trip, i sent some weird texts to my girlfriend and realized i felt fine if i kept moving around, i grabbed my jacket and decided to go outside for a walk. 
Now im very out of shape, i havent excercised for a long time, and normally walking up the hill from my house would have at least winded me, but it was warm and sunny and i walked all the way to the top, almost without thinking, by the time i reached the top of the hill i felt much better, the sky was sunny and the clouds looked amazing, i felt like i was important, like some sort of God or something (im not in the least bit spiritual/religious) i stopped at the top of the hill to figure out what music i wanted to listen to, i couldnt decide, nothing seemed special, or important enough to match how i felt. 
i ended up listening to Beethoven on my Ipod, i like classical music but im not a huge fan, i only listen to 4 or 5 composers every once in a while (im mainly into metal/hardcore, but i do listen to an extremely wide variety of music). i chose Beethoven because i felt i needed to listen to someone larger than life, Beethoven was a master at his craft, and is of course often regarded as the greatest composer of all time.
i continued walking down the street, i felt amazing, elegant, powerful, my legs kept moving, i walked about a half mile composing odd poetry about greatness, strength, power, the human spirit, and a love of life. in my head i talked about being unstoppable and powerful. when Beethovens 9th ended, i then began listening to the "Organ Symphony" by my favorite composer, Camille Saint-Saëns.
i kept walking.
when that song ended i listened to "Danse Macabre" by the same composer, which if youve heard it you will know it as one of the most epic pieces of music ever written, my legs kept moving, by this point, even with just walking, i would have stopped 5 or 6 times to catch my breath, but i didnt feel tired in the least bit. 
I live in Colorado, so the weather changes every 5 seconds, and by the time "Danse" had ended it had begun to rain, i noticed then that it was a bit cold, and then i forgot it was cold. my thighs had been rubbing together (im a bit overweight, not a lot though) and normally after long hikes/walks they start to burn, and they did for a few seconds, then they felt like ice, then they were completely numb, i kept walking. after i listened to two more songs it was snowing, i was still walking (Keep in mind that most Classical songs are 10 minutes +)i noticed for a few seconds that my back was hurting, but after a few more steps the pain was gone, i felt like i could walk forever.
i then started listening to mozart, i had walked in a huge circle and was now heading back toward my house and coming down, i sort of stopped noticing the music, as i walked up a hill i realized my legs and feet were cramping and very sore, but then the pain subsided for some reason, i had not stopped walking since i left my house, it was snowing hard and was probably very cold by now, but i did not feel any cold.
on this walk i decided that when i got home i would burn my Xasthur t-shirt, (Xasthur is a Suicidal Depressive Black Metal artist) i have struggled with depression the past few years and for some reason i wanted to burn that shirt, as i listened to Xasthur at the lowest point in my life. i finally made it home, i had not stopped walking since i stopped to listen to Beethoven, Mozart was still playing, though i do not recall which songs i listened to, i kept the same pace, walked inside and into my room and frantically searched for my shirt, i recall forgetting what i was there to do several times, i went and got gasoline and a few logs from the garage and walked outside, at this point it had stopped snowing and was now only foggy, i threw the shirt and logs into the firepit on the patio, and then i had the sense to wet the ground around the firepit (even though it was fairly wet outside) i poured the gasoline over the fire pit and lit it, i recall it taking a long time for the shirt to burn, i remember listening to "Andante Grazioso" by Mozart while it was burning, i also rememer listening to one of his symphonys and holding a long stick, i felt like i had an audience watching me while i watched it burn.

After the shirt became ash, i hosed down the fire pit and went inside, by this time i was fairly in control, i decided i wanted to cut my beard off. i put some Regina Spektor bootleg recordings on the stereo and went into the bathroom with some scissors and began cutting my beard shorter so i could shave it, while i was shaving i remember feeling like i was in the 1920's or something, possibly because of the music. 
i finished shaving, decreed that i looked weird as fuck, and walked upstairs and noticed it was very sunny out, i walked onto the balcony and sat in the sun and felt amazing... and then i decided that i was probably hungry by now. i felt fairly in control and about 4-5 hours had passed, so i drove down the street to the supermarket (the first time i had sat down since i threw up), and got my usual meal of fried chicken and mac n cheese from the deli, i walked through the produce section and felt wonderful, it was very colorful. i passed some mushrooms and laughed, i then checked out, but as i was about to leave, i had a strange urge to walk through the produce section/flower section for a while, i felt very happy to be around people, and everyone seemed like a friend, but i laughed as i turned toward the produce area, there was some light piano music playing and about 20 people all over the age of 45 bending over calmly to look at fruit, something about it made me laugh. i walked around a few more minutes and then drove home, driving makes me feel good anyways, but with the after effects of the mushrooms it felt like heaven.
i got home and got out of the car, and rode around on my longboard for a few minutes, something i havent done in 3 years or so, it felt FUCKING amazing! i then went inside to eat and watch American Dad on hulu, it wasnt any funnier than usual, i had very little appetite for some reason, and i wanted to go outside but every time i turned to look at the window i saw that it had become cloudy again and i would sit back down. 
I felt pretty good the rest of the day, i picked up my brother from school and felt very happy to be with someone i knew, driving, and listening to music (we listened to Dance Gavin Dance, great band) i got home and felt pretty okay the rest of the night, still very little appetite, and i had small, strange bouts of hopeless depression, looking back on them i can see my thinking was still a bit clouded.

i went to bed around... 10 or 11, and for some reason, i woke up at 4 am, and was incredibly thirsty, i went and got some water, but when i layed back down i could not get to sleep for the life of me... and so here i am typing. 0_0 
i think something may have been wrong with the shrooms... perhaps they had been mixed with some sort of stimulant? either way, weird day, i will probably not be doing shrooms for a while.

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