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Crossing over - DEATH

DO NOT TAKE A LARGE AMOUNT OF SHROOMS AROUND LOTS OF PEOPLE THAT AREN'T TRIPPING!



DO NOT TAKE A LARGE AMOUNT OF SHROOMS AROUND LOTS OF PEOPLE THAT AREN'T TRIPPING!!!

DO NOT TAKE A LARGE AMOUNT OF SHROOMS WHEN TIRED!!!

155lb male
It was my 18th birthday, a Thursday, and I wanted to do something crazy. My good buddy hooked me up with two eighths of beautiful shrooms that I planned to share with a friend. My friend ended up flaking on me, but I was determined. I popped three mushrooms (stem with cap perfectly sealed) each the size of my index finger that together weighed out to an eigth. Chomped them plain at my buddies house, then skated back to my dorm where I planned to just chill in my room alone. Getting back to my dorm about 15 minutes after consumption I am greeted by about half of the hall throwing me a party. I hang out with everybody for about half an hour until I start to get a really good body high. I go outside to isolate myself a bit. Outside I begin to have trouble thinking and early stages begin. This early stage was a little different than any other one I've had though. Along with being able to melt into the concrete and enhanced vision I felt very heavy in the brain and I couldn't make decision, claiming "I'm braindead" to my buddy who was staying with me. He helped me inside to my room.

Inside I am very happy and comfortable and so my friend leaves me to myself and locks the door. This happy feelings doesn't last long, however, as I begin to have very frightening closed eye visuals. I think this was because I was questioning the shrooms (the whole brain dead thing). Here my memories begin to be very scattered and mixed, possibly blacking out? At any rate, at some point I distictly remember saying aloud I felt alone and cold (possible feelings for my girlfriend I left back home coming out). I then went to my bed where I started struggling to breath. I rested my (tired) head on my pillow and began gasping for air. I remember taking three last large gasps then not breathing anymore. I then proceeded to either black out and/or sleep. To me though, I had just died. Luckily, for me (but not so much for you) I have no vivid memories of this time, but I remember lots of feelings and notions, too hard to explain in text.

My next flash of memory after my "death" I am in my room (which I didn't recognize because the day before we had just rearranged the room [yet another bad call]) alone still. This room acted as my purgatory. My mind told me that my body was struggling for life somewhere on a hospital bed and my existance in the room was only my soul. I could hear voices, distinctly my mom's, who I thought was in my hospital room around my dying body. I had difficulty speaking, but I was able to get out a quick "MOM". After this exclamation I heard excitement, like a cheer. As if this exertion was realized on the other side, and my family was happy to see a sign of life. At this point a GREAT depression was lifted off my shoulders believing I had a chance to survive. I then stood up hearing more cheers as I stumbled through through my door and into the hallway. I then proceeded to run towards the door at the end of the hallway as if this was the threshold of life calling for my mom... I don't really know how to end this because, well I don't really know how it ended... sorry.

there you have it, worst trip of my life ladies and gentlemen. Though it was terrifying and somewhat embarrasing I gained, not a new, but a heightened appreciation for life. BE SAFE!

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