*Note: I left a couple of events out of the trip because my memory is still a bit foggy
all started at my friend's house. We had bought shrooms 2 weeks prior and had
been looking forward to the experience ever since then. My friend (Mas) had
already done shrooms a couple times before.
started the night off by turning on a bunch of black lights, followed by
smoking a blunt and watching some Wilfred (The TV Series). We got nice and high
and decided it was time to take the shrooms. It was about 12:30 AM. We grabbed
our cups of OJ and sat down. The shrooms were dried. I took 2 grams and Mas
took 1. I am unaware of what type they were.
started feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I remember sitting on the carpet and
I knew the shrooms were about to hit so I started meditating. I remember
focusing my energy on a black-light poster of Bob Marley. I started to see
slight visuals and then suddenly I started to hear voices. The voices were very
demonic and were in a different language but I was not scared. I was intrigued.
After a while they just sort of went away.
looked around the room and noticed Mas. He was sitting and I think he was
trying to talk to me but the only thing that came out of his mouth were the
demonic voices. Then, all of the sudden I blacked out.
is still really unclear to me what transpired around this time but I woke up
without remembering it and for some reason I was in the bathroom. I walked out
to the hall and that%u2019s when things took a turn for the worst. I blacked out in
the hallway and woke up laying in a doctor%u2019s lap in the hallway. My hand was
very damp and I was holding my stomach. When I looked at my stomach my guts were
hanging out of it. And the Doctor just kept repeating %u2018%u2019It%u2019s gonna be alright,
we%u2019re going to get you some help.%u2019%u2019 That must have went on for what seemed like
hours. I was sure I was going to die. While he was doing this I was looking
across the hall at a room. There was no one in the room but there were so many
shrieks and cries coming from the room. I will never forget how frightened the
not really sure how I ended up away from the doctor situation or how much
longer this was but the next thing I remember was I was sitting on Mas%u2019 floor
of his room. My hands were still very damp and when I looked at my stomach and there
was throw-up all over me. I had thrown up on myself.
was awake and kept yelling at me. (I later found out that Mas wasn%u2019t still
tripping at this point) %u201CWhat the fuck are you doing?%u201D, %u201CDude get up we need to
clean this up.%u201D For a second I didn%u2019t think I was tripping anymore either because
Mas sounded completely normal. Then the tone of his voice started changing and
he started to sound frightened. He ran away from me and what happened next is
the indescribable but I will try and do my best.
I became very angered
that Mas was running away from me and for some reason I started to chase him. I
grabbed his hair and he was screaming at me %u201CDude, what the fuck are you
doing!? Stop!%u201D I had never heard a more frightened tone of voice. He pushed me
away and when he did this I kid you not I turned into a ragdoll and started
bouncing around the room. I was hitting the wall with my body and felt a
tremendous amount of pain. Also, every time I hit the wall I heard a sharp
static sound that got louder and more intense with every wall I hit. On top of
this sound is the sound of Mas screaming for me to stop.
*The %u2018%u2019It%u2019s okay, It%u2019s
This stage of the
trip was the worst part of the whole trip for me. Thinking about it makes me
stress out. I woke up in my bathtub with the shower on. I couldn%u2019t move and all
I could say was %u201CIt%u2019s okay, It%u2019s fine.%u201D Over and over again. I somehow emerged
from the bathtub. When I walked out of my bathroom I was greeted by a man who
kept asking a series of questions about my health state. No matter the question
I said %u201CNo, it%u2019s okay. It%u2019s fine.%u201D A sequence like this repeated itself for
what felt like forever. In my mind I knew I was tripping but each time it
repeated itself it was a new person who asked the same questions. I kept
answering %u201CNo, it%u2019s okay. It%u2019s fine.%u201D It probably repeated itself over a hundred
times. Each time it happened I kept getting more and more stressed that I
couldn%u2019t stop tripping.
I don%u2019t even actually
remember waking up I just remember ending up in my Office chair. I was finally
done with the trip. I was still very dazed and confused and my memory wasn%u2019t
the best. My brother entered the room and was asking how I was feeling.
Apparently Mas took me home and called my brother and told him what happened so
he came over. I had so many huge bruises all over my body, a nice shiner on my
right eye, and I smelt purely of throw-up. Never again.