So it all started on a nice Friday evening, with about 9 people at one of our friend’s houses. Five of these people ingested about 2.7 grams of powerful shrooms, while 4 people took between 15-20 mg of 2c-e each. I was one who took 2c-e.
The night started off going pretty well. I started feeling a anxious feeling in my chest about 30 minutes after ingesting the 2c-e. By the hour mark, I was started to feel it quite a bit. My perception was a bit off, things were slowly starting to warp and ripple, and music sounded really good.
So about seven of us decide to take a walk to the park. On the walk there, I could feel a heavy body load coming on, and walking felt really weird. By the time we got there, I was having insane visuals. My entire world was morphing and my vision kept flashing into different colors. I would see everything in purple, then blue, green etc. Touch felt amazing and looking and lights really tripped me out. By this point, everyone I looked at was morphing as well, and it was really fun to stare at the patterns on the table.
So at this point, we’re just having some philosophical conversation, and after a while, three of the kids with us decided they wanted to walk back to the house. So us four stay, and they walk back. After about twenty minutes of chilling and bonding, we see of our friends who had left earlier frantically walking back to the park by himself (I’ll call him “C”; he was on the shrooms). He just runs up to us and were all concerened that something bad may have happened, since he seemed in a panic mood. But when he gets there, he just asks us if we want any pizza.
We were pretty puzzled about this whole situation at this point, but decided to walk back to the house to see what was up with everyone else. At this point, I was peaking on the 2c-e. Everything about myself felt really neutral. I felt as if I had left a certain part of myself behind, and It was just part of me remaining. I kind of saw everything in a new light, sometimes bringing upon negative emotions, and sometimes positive emotions. Everything was changing colors and bending and spiraling, it was really neat. I also had a few spiritual insights that gave me new perspectives on things.
But alas, the story begins…
So we return to the house and find everything in fairly decent order. Everyone is tripping balls, but all seems fine. Then we realize that we are missing one of our friends (I’ll call him “L”. He is also on shrooms). At first we can’t believe that we just lost someone. But then we realize how it happened. When the three people first walked back to the house, apparently, L turned back around and the other two assumed he was just going back the park. But since then, he was not seen again for a good 3 hours.
So at this point, everyone starts somewhat panicking, seeing as how one of our friends who is tripping hard on shrooms is probably lost somewhere in the neighborhood. A few of us decide to go look for him, but as we’re coming out of the house, a cop car pulls up to us and asks something like “Is there a party going on here?” We just play it cool and were like oh no nothing is happening here were just hanging out, and the then the cop leaves. I really don’t know why that cop was there in the first place...maybe he was just patrolling for suspicious activity.
Anyway, we go back inside, scared shitless that there is a cop nearby outside while we are all tripping hard and have tons of drugs on us. At this point, shit gets really fucked up. We go inside, and see that our friend C seems to be in a delirious state. He won’t respond to anyone and is acting very crazily. Shortly, this escalated to C exhibited pure insanity. At first, he just kept getting up and running around asking things like “where is the pizza” and “Where is L.” We could tell he was starting to freak out so we tried our best to calm him down, but things just got worse.
He started screaming random things and going ballistic and kept saying he was going to call his dad. At this point, we had to forcibly hold him down on the bed so that he wouldn’t cause harm to anyone or himself. He constantly tried to break free, using all his force and causing a hell of a ruckus in the house. Of course, while all this is happening, most of us there were still tripping pretty hard, and this situation put a lot of us in a bad trip. Just watching my friend go literally insane fucked with my head, and that mixed with the fact that I was on 2c-e really gave me a bad trip.
C was now exhibiting what I would call a mixture of schizophrenia, tourettes, and pure mental insanity. We managed to get about .5mg of xanax in him at this point, because he was just too hard to control. It seemed to help a bit, but didn’t do much. For most of this time, he was lying on the bed, just blurting out random things like ‘’naruto” “Japan” “cock in my ass” “am I dead?” “is my dad here?” “”and a shitload more that I can’t remember right now. He also mentioned the names of random people at our school and randomly started masturbating. I mean that’s what he was basically doing the whole night, just saying random things with no order or reason. If you tried to have a conversation with him, it was literally impossible. It was as if no sensory input could affect him at all. Throughout all this, he would also have random outbursts of violence and just try to grab people and burst away.
Keep in mind, that throughout all of this, L was still missing, who was C’s ride home. So not only are we worried about L, but were scared as hell about C as well. For a while, we thought the C might have become permanently insane. At this point, most of the people that took shrooms were coming down, but C was still exhibiting pure insanity. Sometimes you couldn’t understand what he said, and when you did it he just was blurting out random memories and things that had happened to him recently or within that last year. He most spoke in one or two word sentences, but of course none of if made any sense, and we would change the subject after just about every two words. Don’t, get me wrong though, he was not sane nor coherent in the least at this point.
He was really giving everyone a bad trip now, and some people were even crying from the overload of terrible emotions. In the midst of all this, I decided to take .5mg of xanax because the whole situation was just so fucked up and too much handle when I was still tripping hard. Although I had already come down a lot at this point because of the terribly frightening situation situation we were in. We were all feeling really bad, and didn’t even know how the fuck we were going to deal with this situation. No one else that took shrooms that night came anywhere close to what happened to C.
Soooooooo now…. After being missing for the last 3 hours, L just shows up and walks in the room and were all just like what the fuck!?!?!? Apparently, L had been somewhere lost in the neighborhood and had lost his glasses at some point. So I could see it being fairly difficult to find your way anywhere without glasses and while tripping. But, the bad news is that it was a cop who found him out there. The cop actually stopped him twice that night. The first time L must have played it off cool, but then the second time, the cop must have known L was on drugs, and somehow L was able to tell the cop where he was staying and the cop brought him back to the house.
So anyway, the cop brings L to the door, and the owner of the house(who wasn’t tripping) talked to the cop for while. The cop was asking things like “are they doing drugs in there” and other shit. Somehow by some miracle, the cop went away without pursuing anything further, probably expecting the owner to the take care of L themselves.
So L comes in the room, shirtless, phoneless, and having lost his glasses, but is just acting like everything is fine, as if nothing had even happening. Clearly he was still tripping a lot at this point, and didn’t understand what had even gone on. C is still on the bed babbling like an idiot to himself and still acting clinically insane. At this point, everyone else who had taken shrooms had come down quite a bit and were somewhat coherent, even L to some extent, except for C. C was just as bad as ever. We just kept taking turns restraining him and trying to keep him from causing an harm. All of us were really frightened that he may had developed permanent psychosis of some sort, seeing as how he had been acting like a lunatic for the past straight 5 hours.
So L realizes that he was supposed to be home an hour ago, and starts to panic about what to do, seeing as how C is coming home with him and staying at his place. We finally devise a plan that our friend F, who was somewhat sober at that point would drive then both home, and I would go with them for company. Trying to get C into the car was like trying to fight a monster. We had to have three strong men force him in the back seat. So we drive to L’s house, and drop them off and then me and F have to walk quite a ways to get out of the gated community and get picked up by the owner of the house who came to get us and bring us back.
GOD WERE WE GLAD TO BE OVER WITH THAT SHIT. I mean at this point, my trip had been pretty much killed completely by what had gone down, but others said they were still tripping a bit. The whole night up until this point we were all really frightened. C invoked terror into us all, he was just like a raging lunatic monster that blurted out random things. I mean I’m not gonna lie, some of the things he said were hilarious, but it was hard to laugh in a situation like that.
So we finally, just chilled for a bit with like the five of us left and just talked about all the fucked up stuff that happened that night. L getting lost, cops showing up, C going insane, people having terrible trips, etc. So we smoked a bit of weed and I took another .5mg of xanax because I wanted to sleep soon. The weed didn’t do much for me, but did make me feel a little better. We were still all really shaken up and in shock over the events that went down that night.
This whole event really taught me that psychedelics are not something to fuck with lightly. I personally witnessed a friend of mine go completely insane for hours, not a pretty sight… I also learned a bit about myself during the trip, but I feel as though it would have been so much more fulfilling had this not all happened. Everyone was having a wonderful trip until C started going insane and we had to babysit him all night. Much later that night, we talked to L and C and they seemed to be more coherent than before, although they still didn’t know what the fuck had happened. I assume both of them probably won’t have much if any recollections of the events. And as for C, I guess I will know soon enough whether he will be back to normal completely or if he will stay slightly insane for a long period of time.
The night started off going pretty well. I started feeling a anxious feeling in my chest about 30 minutes after ingesting the 2c-e. By the hour mark, I was started to feel it quite a bit. My perception was a bit off, things were slowly starting to warp and ripple, and music sounded really good.
So about seven of us decide to take a walk to the park. On the walk there, I could feel a heavy body load coming on, and walking felt really weird. By the time we got there, I was having insane visuals. My entire world was morphing and my vision kept flashing into different colors. I would see everything in purple, then blue, green etc. Touch felt amazing and looking and lights really tripped me out. By this point, everyone I looked at was morphing as well, and it was really fun to stare at the patterns on the table.
So at this point, we’re just having some philosophical conversation, and after a while, three of the kids with us decided they wanted to walk back to the house. So us four stay, and they walk back. After about twenty minutes of chilling and bonding, we see of our friends who had left earlier frantically walking back to the park by himself (I’ll call him “C”; he was on the shrooms). He just runs up to us and were all concerened that something bad may have happened, since he seemed in a panic mood. But when he gets there, he just asks us if we want any pizza.
We were pretty puzzled about this whole situation at this point, but decided to walk back to the house to see what was up with everyone else. At this point, I was peaking on the 2c-e. Everything about myself felt really neutral. I felt as if I had left a certain part of myself behind, and It was just part of me remaining. I kind of saw everything in a new light, sometimes bringing upon negative emotions, and sometimes positive emotions. Everything was changing colors and bending and spiraling, it was really neat. I also had a few spiritual insights that gave me new perspectives on things.
But alas, the story begins…
So we return to the house and find everything in fairly decent order. Everyone is tripping balls, but all seems fine. Then we realize that we are missing one of our friends (I’ll call him “L”. He is also on shrooms). At first we can’t believe that we just lost someone. But then we realize how it happened. When the three people first walked back to the house, apparently, L turned back around and the other two assumed he was just going back the park. But since then, he was not seen again for a good 3 hours.
So at this point, everyone starts somewhat panicking, seeing as how one of our friends who is tripping hard on shrooms is probably lost somewhere in the neighborhood. A few of us decide to go look for him, but as we’re coming out of the house, a cop car pulls up to us and asks something like “Is there a party going on here?” We just play it cool and were like oh no nothing is happening here were just hanging out, and the then the cop leaves. I really don’t know why that cop was there in the first place...maybe he was just patrolling for suspicious activity.
Anyway, we go back inside, scared shitless that there is a cop nearby outside while we are all tripping hard and have tons of drugs on us. At this point, shit gets really fucked up. We go inside, and see that our friend C seems to be in a delirious state. He won’t respond to anyone and is acting very crazily. Shortly, this escalated to C exhibited pure insanity. At first, he just kept getting up and running around asking things like “where is the pizza” and “Where is L.” We could tell he was starting to freak out so we tried our best to calm him down, but things just got worse.
He started screaming random things and going ballistic and kept saying he was going to call his dad. At this point, we had to forcibly hold him down on the bed so that he wouldn’t cause harm to anyone or himself. He constantly tried to break free, using all his force and causing a hell of a ruckus in the house. Of course, while all this is happening, most of us there were still tripping pretty hard, and this situation put a lot of us in a bad trip. Just watching my friend go literally insane fucked with my head, and that mixed with the fact that I was on 2c-e really gave me a bad trip.
C was now exhibiting what I would call a mixture of schizophrenia, tourettes, and pure mental insanity. We managed to get about .5mg of xanax in him at this point, because he was just too hard to control. It seemed to help a bit, but didn’t do much. For most of this time, he was lying on the bed, just blurting out random things like ‘’naruto” “Japan” “cock in my ass” “am I dead?” “is my dad here?” “”and a shitload more that I can’t remember right now. He also mentioned the names of random people at our school and randomly started masturbating. I mean that’s what he was basically doing the whole night, just saying random things with no order or reason. If you tried to have a conversation with him, it was literally impossible. It was as if no sensory input could affect him at all. Throughout all this, he would also have random outbursts of violence and just try to grab people and burst away.
Keep in mind, that throughout all of this, L was still missing, who was C’s ride home. So not only are we worried about L, but were scared as hell about C as well. For a while, we thought the C might have become permanently insane. At this point, most of the people that took shrooms were coming down, but C was still exhibiting pure insanity. Sometimes you couldn’t understand what he said, and when you did it he just was blurting out random memories and things that had happened to him recently or within that last year. He most spoke in one or two word sentences, but of course none of if made any sense, and we would change the subject after just about every two words. Don’t, get me wrong though, he was not sane nor coherent in the least at this point.
He was really giving everyone a bad trip now, and some people were even crying from the overload of terrible emotions. In the midst of all this, I decided to take .5mg of xanax because the whole situation was just so fucked up and too much handle when I was still tripping hard. Although I had already come down a lot at this point because of the terribly frightening situation situation we were in. We were all feeling really bad, and didn’t even know how the fuck we were going to deal with this situation. No one else that took shrooms that night came anywhere close to what happened to C.
Soooooooo now…. After being missing for the last 3 hours, L just shows up and walks in the room and were all just like what the fuck!?!?!? Apparently, L had been somewhere lost in the neighborhood and had lost his glasses at some point. So I could see it being fairly difficult to find your way anywhere without glasses and while tripping. But, the bad news is that it was a cop who found him out there. The cop actually stopped him twice that night. The first time L must have played it off cool, but then the second time, the cop must have known L was on drugs, and somehow L was able to tell the cop where he was staying and the cop brought him back to the house.
So anyway, the cop brings L to the door, and the owner of the house(who wasn’t tripping) talked to the cop for while. The cop was asking things like “are they doing drugs in there” and other shit. Somehow by some miracle, the cop went away without pursuing anything further, probably expecting the owner to the take care of L themselves.
So L comes in the room, shirtless, phoneless, and having lost his glasses, but is just acting like everything is fine, as if nothing had even happening. Clearly he was still tripping a lot at this point, and didn’t understand what had even gone on. C is still on the bed babbling like an idiot to himself and still acting clinically insane. At this point, everyone else who had taken shrooms had come down quite a bit and were somewhat coherent, even L to some extent, except for C. C was just as bad as ever. We just kept taking turns restraining him and trying to keep him from causing an harm. All of us were really frightened that he may had developed permanent psychosis of some sort, seeing as how he had been acting like a lunatic for the past straight 5 hours.
So L realizes that he was supposed to be home an hour ago, and starts to panic about what to do, seeing as how C is coming home with him and staying at his place. We finally devise a plan that our friend F, who was somewhat sober at that point would drive then both home, and I would go with them for company. Trying to get C into the car was like trying to fight a monster. We had to have three strong men force him in the back seat. So we drive to L’s house, and drop them off and then me and F have to walk quite a ways to get out of the gated community and get picked up by the owner of the house who came to get us and bring us back.
GOD WERE WE GLAD TO BE OVER WITH THAT SHIT. I mean at this point, my trip had been pretty much killed completely by what had gone down, but others said they were still tripping a bit. The whole night up until this point we were all really frightened. C invoked terror into us all, he was just like a raging lunatic monster that blurted out random things. I mean I’m not gonna lie, some of the things he said were hilarious, but it was hard to laugh in a situation like that.
So we finally, just chilled for a bit with like the five of us left and just talked about all the fucked up stuff that happened that night. L getting lost, cops showing up, C going insane, people having terrible trips, etc. So we smoked a bit of weed and I took another .5mg of xanax because I wanted to sleep soon. The weed didn’t do much for me, but did make me feel a little better. We were still all really shaken up and in shock over the events that went down that night.
This whole event really taught me that psychedelics are not something to fuck with lightly. I personally witnessed a friend of mine go completely insane for hours, not a pretty sight… I also learned a bit about myself during the trip, but I feel as though it would have been so much more fulfilling had this not all happened. Everyone was having a wonderful trip until C started going insane and we had to babysit him all night. Much later that night, we talked to L and C and they seemed to be more coherent than before, although they still didn’t know what the fuck had happened. I assume both of them probably won’t have much if any recollections of the events. And as for C, I guess I will know soon enough whether he will be back to normal completely or if he will stay slightly insane for a long period of time.
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