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Tripper Gone Mad
The effects started kicking in ten minutes into the trip. We were looking at some pictures of headstones done in charcole and they were moving around a whole bunch. It was like the demons were coming out of the graves or something. We both sat there and really enjoyed our trip for about half and hour. I was trying to play Mr. Professor because this was her first time and my second. I tried to get her to succum to the deep pleasure of the shrooms but she just wouldn't let loose of her reality. I got bored with her and decided to go lay down on my friends bed. I looked up at the wall and The Doors were performing a show right there on the wall. All of this was great, no problems! just a good time. Then she came in and wanted to talk about our previous relationship and why it didn't work out.
I finally came out and told her that I was still deeply in love with her and really wanted to get back together. But she just wouldn't listen, she kept arguing with me and really pissing me off. I was tripping very intensly and was in no mood for a fight, but something in me just snapped. I started crying like I have never cried before, I was in a rage. I started throwing stuff around and dumping all my paraphenalia in the garbage.
The world became a blur and I lost all connection with my soul. I sat there, nose bleeding from a long week of doing the wrong drugs and crying a whole lot. I wanted to either kill myself of do a lot of drugs for a long time. The only thing I knew was that I was stuck. I sat there in fear that I would never leave that house again. There was something that was telling me my life was over. I was being sucked in by some all powerfull source. The walls were moving in, life was coming to an end. I sat there for a life time it seemed, trying to figure out what I was feeling. I finally came to the realization that my love for my friend was the thing that was fucking everything up right now. I just had to convince myself that I would never be with her and she would never be with me. When I got myself to believe that, my condition improved dramatically. I was finally able to stop crying and after another hour I actually left that house.
The trip was very horrible, yet it was the best trip I ever had. If she wouldn't have been there I really could have went deeper, she basically caused the whole thing. It really made me lookat life in a different manner. Although it tood me months to finally get everything straightend out the trip was well worth it. Life as a whole was simplified and living it was more pleasurable.