Death and Insanity
Prior to this i have tripped 7 times on 3.5 grams and i always could handel myself perfectly fine. I also am familiar with Cid and Salvia and had no problems there. These shrooms must have been extremely potent.
10:30 pm- I started preparing for a trip I knew that would be intense. I cleaned my room, laid out some tie dye shirts I knew would look cool and got my book to draw in with colored pencils. Got a laptop and the DVD Harold and Kumar go to white castle. Turned on Christmas lights that hung around my room and turned off the light, except the desk lamp.
11:00pm- Ate my 4-5grams of delicious looking shrooms on an empty stomach. I start listening to the best of album by the grateful dead on my ipod while lying on my bed.
11:15pm- Things start looking a little brighter and colors more interesting. Music is sounding cool. I realize these shrooms are very strong and I have a long trip to go since I’ve never had a come up come this fast.
11:45pm- I am tripping hardcore now. I Look at the colored pencils and they are shooting color threw out my room. When I close my eyes I get lost in psychedelic patterns that seem like I am falling into. The wood floor is moving and there are faces on my carpet. My walls start bending back and forth. I feel the music in my head and my vision is vibrating to the music. There is a color outline to everything I look at. This entire time I’ve just felt as if I have been paralyzed and stuck to my bed. All I can do is look at my room in amazement. My body high is extreme, felt as if I were floating. The white Christmas lights that were hanging around my room were moving up and down. Each bulb had a color spectrum coming out of it. My Jimi Hendrix poster was twisting and turning.
12:00pm-3:00am- This is where stuff just keeps getting more intense. I start seeing demonic faces all around my room. The Walls would come closing in on me straight up to my face and then fly out and far away. My entire vision starts spiraling back and forth with every color. My room doesn’t look like my room anymore. My bed would stretch out into the middle of my room and I would sink into it. I once leaned back and it felt as if I was falling into somewhere behind my bed into darkness. I couldn’t feel my arms but I saw them floating around me. I raised my foot and watched it stretch 3 times as long as it was and watched it float throughout the room. I was sure I had entered another world. Nothing looked familiar anymore. I did not know if i had my eyes open or closed. Both worlds look the same, colors, faces and spirals. I couldn’t move I was paralyzed on my bed melting into it disappearing all together and then slowly coming back. I just laid there and watched the faces and people appear on my ceiling. Native Americans were everywhere along with demons. I cant handle the trip anymore I start thinking the worst….I overdosed, I was dead, If I made it alive till the morning I would be insane forever. I tried looking at my clock that was 4 feet away but my vision was blured and rocking back and forth. I had no idea what time it was. When I thought about time it did not even make sense to me. Minuets felt like years and years like minutes. I started panicking and the fear got too me.
3:30 am- I couldn’t handle it anymore. I pounded on the wall next to me. On the other side were my parents sleeping. I heard them say what’s going on. So I screamed MOM.
My dad came in my room and saw me laying there with my huge pupils muttering some gibberish to myself looking around my room freaked out. He immediately knew I was tripping. He came up to me and I asked him if I was dead. He told me I was not and started talking something. Everything I heard was gibberish. My mom came in. They were spiraling in my vision. My dads face turned to a Native Americans and I just kept asking them if I was dead. I asked them what life was, what god was and what language was. Nothing made sense to me. During all this there were random shades of color in my vision and I heard music even though none was playing. The music sounded angry and it was scaring me. I was asking for help and for them to stop this. My parents’ bodies were vibrating and shaking my vision. Everything except my parents was a swirly pool of colors. My dad asked me to sit up, so I did and I hugged him. I felt comforted and I told them I felt alive. Here is where for a second I felt good. I knew I was going to live but I remembered that this was not over and I was going to be insane forever. My dad decided to sleep on the extra bed in my room to make me feel better.
4:00am – My dad turns the light off and I stand up to go pee. I realize that I have no body coordination. I stumble all over my room toward the door that was moving sideways. Walking down my hallway felt as if I was flying through space. Once in the bathroom everything was breathing. I tried pissing and not missing. The problem was that I was seeing 4 different streams of piss going into the toilet and I didn’t know which one was mine. I stumble to the sink to take a drink and look at myself. My pupils were huge and the face I was looking at was not mine. I float on back to my room and lay down on my bed and enjoy a while having closed eye visuals until I fell asleep.
6:30am- I wake up to go to school. I am extremely tired. I asked my parents to call me out since I was going to have my history final at 7:30. They tell me no these are the consequences for tripping all night long. I didn’t care because I just was happy to be sane and alive.
This was two days ago and I found out I got a 93% on that final even though I thought I would have failed because I was completely out of it that entire day. Now I feel normal and I don’t think I will ever trip again. If I do, maybe like 2grams.
PS. I have tripped in my room several times w/ my parents home and i didnt give a crap about the final the next day. What I am trying to say is that the enviorment did not influence the bad trip but just i suppose my complete shock to how hard I was tripping.
Prior to this i have tripped 7 times on 3.5 grams and i always could handel myself perfectly fine. I also am familiar with Cid and Salvia and had no problems there. These shrooms must have been extremely potent.
10:30 pm- I started preparing for a trip I knew that would be intense. I cleaned my room, laid out some tie dye shirts I knew would look cool and got my book to draw in with colored pencils. Got a laptop and the DVD Harold and Kumar go to white castle. Turned on Christmas lights that hung around my room and turned off the light, except the desk lamp.
11:00pm- Ate my 4-5grams of delicious looking shrooms on an empty stomach. I start listening to the best of album by the grateful dead on my ipod while lying on my bed.
11:15pm- Things start looking a little brighter and colors more interesting. Music is sounding cool. I realize these shrooms are very strong and I have a long trip to go since I’ve never had a come up come this fast.
11:45pm- I am tripping hardcore now. I Look at the colored pencils and they are shooting color threw out my room. When I close my eyes I get lost in psychedelic patterns that seem like I am falling into. The wood floor is moving and there are faces on my carpet. My walls start bending back and forth. I feel the music in my head and my vision is vibrating to the music. There is a color outline to everything I look at. This entire time I’ve just felt as if I have been paralyzed and stuck to my bed. All I can do is look at my room in amazement. My body high is extreme, felt as if I were floating. The white Christmas lights that were hanging around my room were moving up and down. Each bulb had a color spectrum coming out of it. My Jimi Hendrix poster was twisting and turning.
12:00pm-3:00am- This is where stuff just keeps getting more intense. I start seeing demonic faces all around my room. The Walls would come closing in on me straight up to my face and then fly out and far away. My entire vision starts spiraling back and forth with every color. My room doesn’t look like my room anymore. My bed would stretch out into the middle of my room and I would sink into it. I once leaned back and it felt as if I was falling into somewhere behind my bed into darkness. I couldn’t feel my arms but I saw them floating around me. I raised my foot and watched it stretch 3 times as long as it was and watched it float throughout the room. I was sure I had entered another world. Nothing looked familiar anymore. I did not know if i had my eyes open or closed. Both worlds look the same, colors, faces and spirals. I couldn’t move I was paralyzed on my bed melting into it disappearing all together and then slowly coming back. I just laid there and watched the faces and people appear on my ceiling. Native Americans were everywhere along with demons. I cant handle the trip anymore I start thinking the worst….I overdosed, I was dead, If I made it alive till the morning I would be insane forever. I tried looking at my clock that was 4 feet away but my vision was blured and rocking back and forth. I had no idea what time it was. When I thought about time it did not even make sense to me. Minuets felt like years and years like minutes. I started panicking and the fear got too me.
3:30 am- I couldn’t handle it anymore. I pounded on the wall next to me. On the other side were my parents sleeping. I heard them say what’s going on. So I screamed MOM.
My dad came in my room and saw me laying there with my huge pupils muttering some gibberish to myself looking around my room freaked out. He immediately knew I was tripping. He came up to me and I asked him if I was dead. He told me I was not and started talking something. Everything I heard was gibberish. My mom came in. They were spiraling in my vision. My dads face turned to a Native Americans and I just kept asking them if I was dead. I asked them what life was, what god was and what language was. Nothing made sense to me. During all this there were random shades of color in my vision and I heard music even though none was playing. The music sounded angry and it was scaring me. I was asking for help and for them to stop this. My parents’ bodies were vibrating and shaking my vision. Everything except my parents was a swirly pool of colors. My dad asked me to sit up, so I did and I hugged him. I felt comforted and I told them I felt alive. Here is where for a second I felt good. I knew I was going to live but I remembered that this was not over and I was going to be insane forever. My dad decided to sleep on the extra bed in my room to make me feel better.
4:00am – My dad turns the light off and I stand up to go pee. I realize that I have no body coordination. I stumble all over my room toward the door that was moving sideways. Walking down my hallway felt as if I was flying through space. Once in the bathroom everything was breathing. I tried pissing and not missing. The problem was that I was seeing 4 different streams of piss going into the toilet and I didn’t know which one was mine. I stumble to the sink to take a drink and look at myself. My pupils were huge and the face I was looking at was not mine. I float on back to my room and lay down on my bed and enjoy a while having closed eye visuals until I fell asleep.
6:30am- I wake up to go to school. I am extremely tired. I asked my parents to call me out since I was going to have my history final at 7:30. They tell me no these are the consequences for tripping all night long. I didn’t care because I just was happy to be sane and alive.
This was two days ago and I found out I got a 93% on that final even though I thought I would have failed because I was completely out of it that entire day. Now I feel normal and I don’t think I will ever trip again. If I do, maybe like 2grams.
PS. I have tripped in my room several times w/ my parents home and i didnt give a crap about the final the next day. What I am trying to say is that the enviorment did not influence the bad trip but just i suppose my complete shock to how hard I was tripping.
