After trying shrooms a few times before and having some relatively positive trips, I decided to do shrooms again, except this time I would eat a whole quarter of them.
After trying shrooms a few times before and having some relatively positive trips, I decided to do shrooms again, except this time I would eat a whole quarter of them. We were at my friends house and I got a good deal on a half ounce and decided the other quarter would be used for another time. After ingesting the shrooms, we watched some tv and after about thirty minutes or so, we decided to smoke some weed in order to jump-start the effects of it. At that point, I knew was going to be fucked for the next 8 hours. My recollections of the trip were hazy at best, I only remember hour blocks at a time and have no recollection of the middle 2-3 hours. From my memory, it felt like I was dry heaving for 6 hours straight. In between the dry heaving, I remember random people walking into the house and then some guy with a camera phone trying to video tape me. Somehow, I realized he was trying to video-tape and gathered all my strength and yelled at him to put it down before I punched him. We are at an apartment so that yelling was not good at all. As a matter of fact, from one of my friends who wasn't tripping, he just said I wasn't dry-heaving, I was screaming all the time. I remember laying on the floor draped over the couch and just yelling and dry-heaving. I also have a faint recollection of what I was shouting. I remember saying, 'This is how animals feel!' Over and over and over again. It was the worst possible feeling that I could imagine. My friend was also tripping on shrooms so I couldn't get information out of him because he was fucked up but he only ate an eight of shrooms. After about 5-6 hours into the trip, my friend who owned the apartment had to leave so he put Led Zeppelin in his stereo and he left us alone in the apartment, just me and my friend and we were both fucked up. I have no memory at all of what my friend was doing. After I felt like I was finally coming back down, we smoked some more weed and I went into the fridge hungry as hell and ate all of his bologna and cheese. He was pissed.