Good then bad.

Before i begin the actual trip report i think should say something about my mindset, you could say that my mindset was far from perfect as about 10 days before my stepdad had died but i was feelin alright about it though and the shrooms were the first flush from my first grow (kit) and i was lookin forward to a trip. I'm not sure of the exact dosage but i reckon it was about 20-30g of fresh mexican cubensis. I ate them at about 9.30 with water.

I was watching Tv as i took them and i did so throughout most of the trip but first i had a couple quick bowls on my bong which started thngs off nicely. As the shroms started to bite i was getting intense body buzz and 3D coloured patterns in the air at about 10. I found it increasingly difficult to follow the thread of the TV shows and i kept having to remind myself of what had happened before to try and figure out what was going on. By about 10.30 i wandered into the lounge and sat down on the couch and things were starting to get messed up. My perspective was totally wrong and things kept looking closer or further away and the room kept tilting backwards but as it did this the furniture stayed flat but somehow without leaving the floor. I was feeling really happy and upbeat at this point and was in no way bad tripping.

After a bit i went upstairs and spent a while trippin in the mirror, i was swaying back and forth and the wall behind me (i could see it in the mirror) would tilt in the opposite direction to the one i went in, everything had a wierd greeny colour to it. I went downstairs and just stood for a minute trying to figure out what i had come down here for. The door into the larder started to bend and morph about and the whole kitchen wall started to bend over me and i could hear loud buzzing noises.

I settled down now that the peak had passed and watched TV as the trip slowly built down but it was still pretty fun. Suddenly i sort of came out of the trip and started feeling really bad it was now 2.30 and i was feeling physically and mentally beaten. I was sweaty and the house was in such a mess what with the whole family having been home since the death. The untidiness was really getting to me. I felt dirty and horrible and i just wanted to get out of the house but couldn't. I went to bed but the bad feelings and thougts continued. I was trapped in an endless loop where i would try and get to sleep but would just be thinking really bad thought about being dirty and what a state i was in. In my mind i was still having 3D hallucintions of flying through dark caves and other disturbing stuff. The bad feelings was the worst thing i have ever experienced it was like torture inside my head. Finally it was 5.00 and i was completely exhausted but still could not get to sleep, my eyes felt like i had been rubbng sand in them. Finally i managed to get to sleep after i had the brilliant idea of having smoke which made things instantly better, i wish i could have thought of it sooner and then that was that the end of the trip.

Well that it i hope it'll help someone avoid slipping into the bad thougths that i had and the cure for me was the joy of marijuana without i might have cracked up. Anyways that me, toodles.