So, few days ago I went drinking with my collage colleagues. At first we were playing drinkopoly (monopoly spin-off - a drinking game) at the dorm where few of my colleagues live during the semester. Few hours later we went to some party club (note: I drank few glasses of redbull vodka, I was drunk, but not as much as the rest. I don't like drinking as most people do.)
The story begins here. The place, where we went, was in the basement. I was kinda hot down there. The place had some weird patterns on the wall and it was fairly empty. Shortly after we entered the basement, I went out to get some cigarettes on the gas station nearby... On the way back I decided, do to the lack of people inside the club, to try my latest yield of shrooms (cub thai), that I had with me just in case (at first, I forgot them at one of my colleague's apartment, where I was going to sleepover, but luckily his roommate brought them to me), to see if they are any stronger from those I cultivated last year (B+, while tripping on those I never really hallucinated... there were minor distortions, but nothing big).
I haven't ate too much. Just two semi-big shrooms.. they couldn't have more than two grams all together(if they had more than that...then...oh well, I will return to this part later).
So I returned back and said 'hi' to security guards, so they would let me back in (before I went to the gas station, I asked them if I can go to the gas station without paying the entry fee on my return).
The number of people in the club was increasing by the minute. I quickly realized this is not going to end well. I went to the table we had reserved. Some of my colleagues were sitting there. The rest were dancing on the dance floor which was right next to our table. I declared our table as my safe zone. A place where I would return if anything would go wrong...
Then shrooms kicked in. Things got really weird. The first weird thing I noticed was when two colleagues came of the dance floor (a guy and a girl). When I saw their faces... they were sad-looking with weirdly looking eyes. They were shaped up. Something like this:

Many people were having eyes like that. I was talking with one of my colleagues and his girlfriend about shrooms (today I found out he didn't know I was tripping... even though I was he knew, because I told him at least few times what am I seeing). I saw same thing happening to his eyes. Then he had a short chat with his girlfriend, when the two were talking, I couldn't understand the word they were saying, it was like I was listening to a fast-forward whispering. A the same time I was subconsciously listening to another chat between some random people. I only heard words from sentences, but couldn't understand what were they talking about. Interesting scene.
Later on, I was standing at my home base, which was fuller by every minute, I began to feel paranoid, because my safe zone was violated with people (which is quite normal - it's a club -> more people the merrier... even though I don't like dancing clubs)and then some guy puts his arm on my shoulders(around my neck) he asked how come can people sleep on the bench(where our table was), he was probably angry at the fact, he couldn't sit down. I told him (while trying to suppress my paranoia. I don't like being touched by guys, tripping or not)that the sleeping girl, my colleague, is allowed to sleep there, because we had a reservation there. Then we played off a short role play game, me being a hotel manager and he being a news-reporter. We were talking about reservations and breakfast in my 'hotel'.
Then he asked me what am I drinking. I told him, I don't drink anything.(I'm a guy and guys I don't know are offering me a drink is a big NO! for me. Especially if that random guy has his arm on my fucking shoulders!). He replayed that they don't serve 'nothing.'I insisted I DO NOT DRINK. Then I knew I need to split. So I waited the right moment, when he was again distracted by my sleeping colleague and I disappeared (I should stayed there and told him to leave her alone). I went out and if I remember correctly I went on a cigarette with another two colleagues I bumped while running away. I told one of them I was tripping(as before with the colleague with the girlfriend I had to tell him the fact I ate shrooms few times, so when he finely understood I'm talking about a current trip I described him everything I'm was seeing at that time). He was so interested in my story, he forgot to smoke the cigarette he lit and it had burned down fully. Me, I forgot to lit it. .
When I got back, I continued my chat with the colleague and his girlfriend. They were about to leave the club, when that guy came from no where. Again. And again offered me a drink. He put his hand on my shoulders again, but this time I was more calm. I grabbed his hand and slowly throw it of my shoulders. I told him I am not drinking anything, because I am driving tonight. He got a bit pissed, so I told him I'm going out. I never saw him again. Luckily.
After a while, when almost everyone I know left, except the colleague I was going to sleepover at his place (I live in a different city from the one we were partying in). he was still dancing and hitting on girls and I couldn't reach his telephone due to low signal in the basement. So I was walking up and down, sitting, standing up, smoking, drinking water and waiting him to call me. I was unable to find him in the middle of all those monster-people with devil faces. Even people kissing looked as if they were from some grotesque, they were eating each other. I strained in a nightmare. I couldn't leave and I couldn't stay.
To conclude my experience. Even though it was crazy as hell, it was an interesting, I could easily say it reminds of the bar scene in Fear and loathing in Las Vegas. A mix of surprise, amazement and paranoia. I would do it again, but not alone. Definitely. It was okey, when I had people I could talk too there, but when they went, I was alone...
Now the question is, what made the trip so hard?
The amount of shrooms I took (I'm still sure I couldn't take more than one gram... (or maybe I did, but still... I never hallucinated just out of two grams... Was this yield in fact stronger than my B+? Or was it the alcohol who boosted the trip?
Thank you for reading, I know my grammar is bad. My english is not as good as it should be. Plus, it's a very confusing story.
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