A bunch of my friends and I were planning on taking shrooms one night. By the time I met up with a couple of them they were already pretty fucked and looked like they were having lots of fun. My friend who was supposed to have my shrooms didn't though and I had to wait about three hours into their trip to get mine. I was pretty upset and mad because I would only be starting to trip as they were coming down off of theirs but I decided to eat mine anyways. I ate about 1/4and it was about 11PM. We walked to a friends house and I finished them off there. We all went into a room and all of a sudden I felt like I was falling through the floor and I was forced to brace myself. They kept asking me if I was alright but I wasn't sure. They told me if I ate oranges the trip would go away and since I wasn't feeling too good at this time I took their advice. I ate three oranges and it wasn't going away. It felt like the room was closing in on me. I decided to leave the room and get away from everyone. I laid on the couch and wrapped myself in a blanket because I was quite cold. That's when I started tripping hard. I could see and hear the walls around me breathing and everything was extremely wavy. I was getting dizzy and decided to close my eyes. As soon as I did though, a million and one thoughts went racing through my head all at once. They were going through it so rapidly I couldn't evenbegin to understand what any of them meant. When I would try to figure one of them out three more would come shooting into my mind. I decided to try and open my eyes so I would stop thinking so much but I couldn't seem to open them! Istopped thinking so much and was quite relieved. I then started seeing things in my head. I could see the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland pouncing around then he would disappear and come back. For the next 30 minutes I was imagining cartoon characters doing stupid meaningless things. I thought it was great I was finally starting to enjoy my trip. I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom and when I got my eyes open there were so many more people there. I needed to get out of that area, so I went upstairs to use the washroom. It was really dark and i couldn't manage to find my destination I continued wandering aimlessly until I found myself i the living room where my friends brother just happened to be watching tv. He looked at me in such a way I felt like a complete idiot... he made my self esteem go to 0 from just one look. I felt so stupid. I asked him where the washroom was and he showed me. I looked in the mirror as soon as I walked in and got mesmerised by it. I couldn't stop looking at it. It looked like I was melting. I stared in the mirror for what seemed like an eternity. I started feeling sared and sick again so I thought it was a good idea to go back downstairs. I wanted to go in the room but I was so sketched out about all the people in there so I just went and laid on the couch again. Thouts ran through my mind a million times over again they seemed to be going on for hours on end. Then my friend came out to see if I was alright. He kept asking me questions but I was thinking so much I would start to answer then get completely distracted and forget what I was saying. There was no way I could make out a sentence in the state I was in. He laid on the floor beside me for a while and all of a sudden his face started turning blue. It was so scary I thought he was dying. I tried sitting up but my body felt like it was glued to the couch. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get up to try and save him. He got up after a while and I realised he was okay. I felt so much better. It started to feel as if my trip was going away so I got the strength to sit up but as soon as I did it felt as if something was pushing down on my head with such a force it was almost unbearable. I wanted to cry but the tears woulsn't come out. Mounds of people started piling out of the room to leave. I was starting to feel better but it only lasted for a mere seconds and I felt like I was going to be sick. I took of upstiars and got mesmerized by the mirror again. This time I noticed I was having a great amount of trouble breathing. This really freaked me out because the same thing happened to me on my first trip and I almost passed out from the lack of air I was receiving. I ran back downstairs and sat on the couch. After more people left, my trip had started to fade. It came down to about a level 3. I was quite content with it. My friends sister came out to talk to me and we chatted for a while and I was feeling alot better. I tried to go into the room but everytime I'd start to get up I'd start to trip hard again. I was getting very frustrated and angy because I didn't feel like sitting by myself anymore. A friend of mine kept telling me to come into the room and everytime he did I felt like crying for some reason. Since the trip came on really fast and had also gone away pretty fast, my body didn't know what to do. It was like it was confused. I knew what I wanted to do inside my head but my body wouldn't allow it. After everyone left,everything just started to make sense again. I was having the time of my life by myself. Everything seemed new again and I was experiencing it all over again. But this time I was happy, not scared. The walls were moving and breathing but I wasn't scared at all. I tripped alone for about another hour then felt extremely tired so I went to bed. It was probably the strangest trip I've ever had. When I was experiencing it, all I wanted was for it to end. But when I woke up in the morning I was sad to see it had passed. I learned alot from that trip. I don't go around as many people now when I do shrooms... I keep in to the bare minimum. I also don't take them unless I'm in a good mood to begin with.