Last night was the second time I have ever tripped. Me and two friends (both second time trippers) each bought 4grams of shrooms from another friend (the first time I tripped was with 4 grams, but my friend warned me these were alot stronger then the other batch) and gobbled them down at one of their houses. We drank a gallon of orange juice between the three of us and smoked a blunt. Within about 15 or so minutes, the fun began. I can remember drawing pictures, watching TV while listening to music and talking non stop about really stupid things. about an hour and a half later, some friends stopped by to mess around with us. It was really fun, and that was the time I started tripping pretty hard. I felt like i was in a cartoon because everything was very colorful, and I started talking about the time I rode inside of a computer drier. My friend who lived in the house went compleatly nuts awhile after that and started repeating phrases like "It hurts to be me!" "THINGS!" "I forgot who I am" and was saying alot of his friends names. Well the next thing I remember, he pissed his pants and everyone left (it was actully kinda funny). So there we are, the three of us tripping very fucking hard. I was laying in the bed looking around, while the other two were convincing themselves that they ate too much and that this shouldnt be happening. Well, the next thing I know the friend that lives in the house picked up his night stand and threw it, spilt all kinds of drinks on his bed, tore up books and posters, almost broke his tv and radio. Fourtunatly, the other friend was able to keep him from doing that, but not keeping him from trying to hang from his ceiling fan (which also broke) and breaking one of his windows (i cant remember how, he might of puched it or something). After that the other friend freeked out and decided he had to leave, so he got a ride home. I, on the other hand, had drivin myself and had nowhere else to go, so stayed. I went into the other room and layed on the couch listening to my friend talk to himself while he walked back and forth through the basement only wearing a t-shirt. I didnt know what to do, I was soooo out of it. Eventully I fell asleep, but was woken up by his sister's boyfriend in whcih I explained what happend, still tripping but gradually coming down. His mom came downstairs and flipped her lid after finding out about his room. I woke up the next morning sometime in the noon and went home, avoiding contact with my friend and his mom. This was absolutly the most worst expieriance ever, while nothing really bad happend to me it was still a bad trip in my part. My friend was absolutly retarted from the trip and did not know what he was doing. What caused this? How do you prevent a thing like this from happening, and if it ever does happen to a person your tripping with, how do you snap them out of it? This really really sucked very bad and im thinking about just staying away from the whole trip thing. Any advice? Words of encouragement? Thx a bunch!
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