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A really bad trip

I figured, hey I’ve done this before, no big deal, and I bought an eighth of shrooms.



I figured, hey I’ve done this before, no big deal, and I bought an eighth of shrooms. The only problem is, I made the terrible mistake of grinding up the shrooms with a coffee grinder and mixing it with a liquid and downing it all at once. I would have been able to handle the 8th if I had just eaten them normally, but no, I was a dumbass and thought this way would be better. Little did I realize that taking the shrooms this way didn’t allow my body time to digest the shrooms and the entire trip hit me at once instead of slowly.

7:00 in the morning

I mixed the ground up shrooms into a cup of dr. pepper and drank the entire thing. It wasn’t that bad but there was a disgusting after taste in my mouth and I wanted to throw up right there. I told myself that I wouldn’t throw up though.

7:40

I became slightly dizzy and got a stomach ache so I ate something and then I felt better for awhile.

8:10

I noticed patterns on the walls and began to enter a dream like state similar to when you smoke a large amount of marijuana.

8:30

I lied down on the floor because I found it very hard to walk and I started to shiver but also laugh at the same time. There were 3 dimensional kaleidoscope patterns on the walls and on everything I looked at. I put on some trance music and it caused the patterns to intensify.

9:00

I began to experience extreme hallucinations. My arms literally looked blue and purple and I completely lost my sense of touch as my entire body went numb. Minutes later, my stomach began to feel awful and I thought I was going to throw up so I tried to go to sleep but when I closed my eyes, I could vividly see images that made no sense and hear sounds and things that weren’t there. I then started thinking about life and wondered why I was here.


9:30

My friend who was also there with me was on shrooms, thought it would be funny to scare the living fuck outta me by pointing a gun at me (it wasn’t loaded I found out much later) and that made me so scared cause he was also tripping and I thought what if he accidentally pulls the trigger? It would be over for me and I wouldn’t even know it. His hands were shaking and I was yelling at him to put the fucking gun away before someone gets hurt. Then he started laughing and I honestly thought that it was the end for me right there and I ran out of the room and went into the bathroom, locked the door, and sat there and almost wanted to cry. I realized that I had no control over my thoughts or my body and wanted out of the trip because I couldn’t take it any more. But there was nothing I could do cause the trip hadn’t even reached its peak yet.

10:00

I’m still in the bathroom, sitting here, feeling sick to my stomach and kept telling my self that I was gonna be okay, but that just made things worse and everything around me seemed like it was attacking me and there was nothing I could do.

10:10

I threw up everywhere, but at the time I was tripping so hard that I had no idea what had happened. I couldn’t make sense of anything around me and I thought I got shot. There was vomit all over my clothes and the floor but I couldn’t comprehend that I had just thrown up. I sat there for awhile still unable to make sense of the situation and wondered what that stuff all over the floor was. I was so scared and all the stress I was feeling multiplied and I actually began to accept the fact that I was going to die right there. It was a feeling so terrible that I can’t describe it. I yelled out to my friend “What the fuck happened!?!” well, at least I thought I yelled, I just imagined me yelling as I lied there in my vomit unable to move. I sat there, just staring at the wall for maybe 40 minutes not knowing what had happened.

11:00

My friend walked in to use the bathroom and saw me lying there. Apparently he fell asleep right after I ran into the bathroom when I thought he was going to shoot me and had no idea what had happened to me. I heard him say “holy shit are you okay dude?” but when he talked, it sounded like he was a million miles away. I had my eyes open but I was in a different world and not even aware of my body or anything around it. I could hear every word but I couldn’t respond and I just lied there. I forgot most of what happened during this period, all I know is that I was really sad and I still had no idea what had happened and I was laying there shivering.




11:30

I then attempted to walk, still not aware of anything that had happened, and noticed that I had thrown up everywhere. I looked at myself in the mirror and my pupils were SO big, I thought, theres no fucking way I could go near anyone like this. My left pupil was actually larger then my right and it stayed like that for the rest of the day. I still didn’t have my sense of touch back yet either and I bumped into things when I walked and somehow got the vomit cleaned up even though it had already dried.

12:00

I really wanted to just sleep and wake up later and not have any effects but it was impossible to do. I looked over at the thermostat and noticed that it was 82 degrees in the house and I was shivering and had like 3 blankets on top of me. I finally got to sleep and I remember that I had really fucked up dreams but I forgot what they were about.

1:30

When I woke up, I somehow got on the floor, and noticed that my hands were really numb. I went for a walk but I had to wear sunglasses cause sunlight was so bright that it was hurting my eyes. Colors still looked brighter and more vivid, but I was able to make sense of everything. I probably would have been able to handle the trip if my fucking friend didn’t point that gun at me, but I still don’t think ill ever drink an 8th ground up like that ever again cause the trip hit me so hard it was probably equal to eating a 1/4
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