As i lay in bed and began to see the red light on my radio become an ever expanding red neon spider web and terror began to take hold, I realized I'd made a poor decision and probably taken too much.
Earlier that day i'd been blessed with the oppertunity to purchase a QP of mushrooms which i jumped on after months of trying to buy with no success.
I talked to my friends about taking them the next day. They expressed no interest and I just couldn't wait. Despite the fact that i had parental figures in my house i chose to take about and eighth and a half, then promptly went to bed.
The first feeling i had was that of immediate remorse, but what's done is done and I was determined to enjoy it.
Laying there in a pitch black room with nothing visable but the red light on my radio, now expanding into an intricate red neon spider web, a terror i still to this day can't express began to take hold. I almost immedately lost all touch with reality, and i knew i was in for the worst 5 hours of my life. ( this may not have helped the trip )
The next hour was filled with laughing neon clowns all around me tormenting my mind with thier constant, unceasing, evil laughter. Suddenly i was surrounded by robots. I don't know why they caused my mind to recoil in such horror but it happened none the less.
I began to feel annoyed and wondered if i'd ever be able to return to reality or if i'd just be another fried out wierd-o after the trip was over.
into the next hour I found myself with closed eyes rolling back and fourth and found myself trapped in a slave quarters. My first thought was to open my eyes to escape this place, to my dismay i found when i opened my eyes i'd gone no-where and there was no escaping this dark corner of my mind.
In an attempt to turn the tide of my trip i walked to my bathroom and turned on the light. The immage of myself in the wall of mirrors inside was reminiscent of a funhouse mirror with the immage of myself growing taller/smalller, fatter/thinner.
When i returned to my room i turned off the light and returned to my bed. The radio was still on and after a while i noticed the familiar radio personalities taunting me. I felt as if i was losing my mind. Combined with the time lengthening effects of mushrooms the bad part of my trip seemed like an eternity that would never end.
As if a gift from god. The last part of my trip was suddenly shifted gears and I found myself on a grassy knoll with a bunch of hippies. and the only way to describe the feeling i felt was "Groovy" I wriggled around in my bed like a worm and felt incredibly good. Everything i came in contact with felt like sheer ecstasy against my skin. And i no longer feared i was losing my mind. although still quite torn away from reality it was no longer in the dark horrid place I'd found my subconscience to be. I woke the next morning and swore i'd never take mushrooms again. which ultimatly proved to be untrue. 8 hours later to be exact. but some people will never learn.