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Losing your landlords dog on mushrooms is not funny!

One night back in 1998 my best friend got given a big bag full of magic mushrooms, i wish i knew what kind they were cos they were top, all i can say is they were picked in the north of England and were little slimy things (any suggestions as to what they were, they were far smaller than most i have seen pictures of on the net).




One night back in 1998 my best friend got given a big bag full of magic mushrooms, i wish i knew what kind they were cos they were top, all i can say is they were picked in the north of England and were little slimy things (any suggestions as to what they were, they were far smaller than most i have seen pictures of on the net). Anyhow, my friend brewed them up in a coffee mug, straining them thru a sock which i thought was a bit unhygenic. We drank half a cup each and within 20 minutes everythin began to go hay wire. It was approximately 6pm and we decided to go for a walk. My friend lived in a house with his landlord and another one of our friends, anyhow, on the way out of the house his landlord said since we were going for a walk we could take his dog with us to give it some exercise. We agreed and we left the house.

The moment we stepped out of the house i knew this was going to be a strong trip. There was a road sign accross the road, one of those 'men at work' signs and the little man appeared to be swaying about, causing a 'rippling' thru the air. The dog we were walking shot off towards the feilds and we tried running after it to keep up but all of a sudden my legs went like jelly and the thought that this staffordshire bull terrier was a spiritual guide became quite plausible, all the time the visuals were getting stronger, my perspective seemed to switch from feeling as though i was about six inches tall to 50 feet tall. trees appeared to grow whilst houses shrunk. Time became very distorted and by the time that we reached the fields it was going dark.

Every now and then the dog would reappear and we would call it and it would run to us and then run off, i was genuinely convinced it was trying to lead us somewhere mystical so i followed.

As total darkness came i peaked, walking accross the field it looked like a vast plateau which seemed to go on forever, it felt like walking on the moon, and though my friend was there i felt totally alone and euphoric. I looked up at the dark sky and it was anything but dark, it was the most psychedelic experience i had ever seen (i had previously taken approximately 30 acid trips ranging from level 1 - level 4).

Colourswhich werent confined in patterns smeared into each other, all the time swirling and moving, black holes appeared now and then and so did bright white holes, as though the sun was trying to break through, at one point it got so bright i thought it was day time and actually saw the world lit up as though it was day time.

It was freezing by this point so we decided to go back to my friends house but couldnt find the dog, we searched everywhere and couldnt find the little bugger. We decided to make our way back and hope he would follow us.

As we got nearer the house i got this overwhelming feling of having to tell someone that we had lost his companion of 12 years, but as me and my friend ran over how we were going to break it to the landlord we just kept laughing growing more and more hysterical. We turned the corner to where my friend lived and there on the door step was the dog!

We chilled for a while watching underwater documentaries on the discovery channel and i then walked home on my own, the sense of euphoria peace and oneness remained with me for a few days after.

i was approximately 150 pounds, i am male and at the time of that experience i was 18

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