Allright so Here I'll share my Bad baaaad trip on Mushrooms with you ppl.


It was a sunny day at the end of the summer and begin of autumn. I had tried mushrooms before when I was offered to try but the dooshbag made 4 cups of tea split amongst 4 ppl out of 1 portion mexican psilocybe cubensis: Didn't do much but make me minorly high and slap-happy so the next time I decided to make sure I would defenitely trip.

I went to the smartshop downtown and got, what they told me, was a very strong kind of mushroom; Equadorian, an Equadorian type of Psilocybe Cubensis. STRONG they were I found out later. 1 portion was 35grams of fresh Equadorian mushrooms. I went to a lakeside surrounded by plenty of nature and 2 of my female friends, S and E, were waiting there for me. They had allready eaten their portion of Mushrooms. S had taken Mexican mushrooms and E had also taken Equadorian mushrooms. They were just comming up on their shrooms and I sat down with them, chatted with a couple of other friends of mine who were present and chilled out on the rug that E and S were sitting on.


So here it goes:
I will not make time notations since time was nonexistant during this trip. I ate the mushrooms 1 by 1. They were quite fat and once I got them all down I sat and watched the scenery a bit. I would look at the clouded sky and when I saw little holes constantly forming in the dense clouds I knew it was the mushrooms taking effect. The rush was incredible, like ALOT of adrenaline was being pumped thropugh my system and it got worse and worse: So far I was till enjoying the experience. In the mean while S and E were tripping harder and harder. It was quite amusing to see S lying on the rug next to me trying to express how she felt inside: "Whooooooo!!!'' "Oohhhhhhh!" That was amazing. She had turned into a creature. I was still talking to 2 other female friends of mine. They however were bit affraid of the whole idea of "drugs" and they sat there talking to me. I told them that soon I would be just like E and S. When I started getting a bit more wacko they thought it was a good time to leave and it probably was. ( good for me then )

Now I am tripping harder and harder and the sun is slowly going down. In the dawning daylight I saw VERY strange and VERY impressive hallucinations. one was the rug on which me and S were lying: It had a Kilt-pattern on it and the pattern seemed to start running, slowly, off of the rug and onto the sky and onto S's back on her shirt. Needless to say I couldn't believe my eyes, but sofar I was still quite amused. It gort worse cause not much later I looked over at tall grass about waist-hight and about 4 meters away from me, but it suddenly started growing upwards FAST like 5 meters up in the sky and bending over me. This was quiote bizarre. About the strongest visual hallucination I've had on mushrooms sofar. Maybe an hour or 2 had passed and I overlooked the lake at the, now ALMOST dark, sky and I saw that the sky as well as the reflection of it in the lake, was BRIGHT purple. Like a birght Magenta plain. So far so good.

Now the setting wasn't the ideal one for a first time serious musrhoom trip cuz soon more and more people came. Loud people on Speed and on pills. They took music with them, that drove me mad and made me paranoid: Stimuli-overkill you know? One friend of mine was so far gone, I'm sure he was on quite an amount of speed, that he stared at me with Huuuuge eyes and walked clumsy, tripped and fell. I got him up but strangely enough, as far as I was myself, I thought he was the only amusing person for the rest of that night. After this was when the trip took a malicious turn.

The Impulse overkill of too many people made me very nervous and a bit anxious.Everytime a sober friend of mine held a GhettoBlaster playing SKA music close to my head I would nearly attack him and beg for him to make it stop. He wasn't aware of how messed up and disturbing the sound was that I percieved. It became to crowded on the small rug and I got a bit paranoid. I got up to take a leak so I walked towards the tall grass a couple of meters away from the rug and the people. The tall grass area is no bigger than perhaps 5 square meters but in my experience it was a HUUUUGE field of tall grass. I somehow managed to get lost there. By now I was tripping so hard my body felt REALLY strange. Messed up body perception made me believe I had to pee. I was walking through the distels and tall grass as Sudden strikes of extreme confusion hit me: "What the hell am I doing here"? "Why is the grass soooo high?" "And man I gotta pee" " Oh wait a minute: that's why I came here. To pee" . This I would think and then BAM! Confusion came back and made me wonder these exact same thoughts again. About 10 times or more maybe I got caught in this cirle of thoughts.

This was getting scary. I now felt as though I had either pissed or shat in my poants. I was wearing long-shorts and I actually saw the dhiarrea run down my ankles into my socks: This wasn't true but I hallucinated the whole thing based on the strange perception of sweat on my legs and groin mistaken for shit or pee. Pretty amazing. I felt ashamed, unnececairily but still, and I wanted to go home. Even that I wanted to go home I kept on forgetting. Now I was really very anxious that I was loosing my mind and I managed to get back to the rug were my friends were.

By now I hated all of them for being so sober they coldn't even BEGIN to understand how I felt at that moment. I only felt a connection between me and E and me and S cuz they were at least as high as I was. I was stressed and very anxious by now. It got worse still. I asked 2 of my, at that time, closest friends to help me get home. It wen't something like this: "Where's house? Where's house? Help?" I was a total caveman trying to pack stuff into my bag, not understanding why the things kept falling back out of the bag I was holding with the opening downwards. I was incapable of getting my bag packed but I somehow WAS able to climb on my bike and bike away. My friends followed me and found me again, about a 100 meters ahead of em.

I have till the day of today VAGUE memories of crossing a road and JUST in time noticing a city bus passing by. Now I'm still not sure wether that really happend. I asked friends and found out that indeed there rides a bus down that road only it was quite late and I'm not sure wether that was real. My friends caught up with me and cycled home with me. They told my mom I drank a bit too much, but she didn't really buy it since I was quite delusional and very anxious.

At home I sat on the toilet in the bathroom: a nice sterile, calm enviroment with a minimum of stimuli. There I sat and asked my mom, who was sitting at the PC here, if she could put on some System of a Down ( She's actually quite in love with SoaD's music just like me ) She did just that and after a minute or five I couldn't bare it anymore and asked her to stop the music and what time it was: 10 to 12 she said. I sat on the toilet and I got completely hypnotised by the shower curtain moving cuz my leg was touching it. I spent what I experienced as eternity in there feeling scared.
Through my head went the thoughts that I had gone too far and that now i would be permanently wack in the head. From this strange manner of reasoning I built further and came to the concusion I had gone so far I had lost it all and died. And that this, what I was currently experiencing, must be what comes after death. I felt very ashamed and terryfied. I came by a bit somewhere in that crevice in time-lessness and asked my mom the time: 10 past 12 she said. I was completely amazed off course.

I got out of the bathroom some time later and my mom was in bed sleeping. I felt very peacefull and in love with everything. My cats, my mom, the hosue: it all seemed so quiet as iof time had frozen and I was walking in a still frame of this rediculous movie that dared call itself my life. I nwas quite appeaced by that feeling and wrote down: My life is a movie, consistiing out of 1000nds of stillframes in which I can dwell through each individual stillframe. I felt quite tripped up stilol and lay down in bed. outside my window the sky was still a very bright magenta purple and suddenly, around 4 o'clock a friend of mine rang and asked how things were going. I said I was allright and I got dressed and jumped back on my bike. I cylced back to the place and found people were still there. I was just comming down at that moment and chatted a bit with S and E about how intense the experience was. Intense was the keyword of the experience.