One day my friends and I decided to shroom instead of our usual pharmaceuticals and weed, and according to multiple people the gold caps we picked up were AMAZING. The three of us ate our bags and walked to a friend's house to smoke bowls. After an hour and a half intense visuals started, so far so good. Not much longer after that, the apartment we were in began to fade into empty white space, no furniture or objects of any kind, just people who lost all definition and seemed to speak a different language. At this point i had lost control of my thoughts and actions, had such a bad panic attack that for a short time i considered suicide but quickly dismissed the idea when i became aware i wasnt alone in that hellish trip. just as my trip went bad both of my friends did as well. Out of 7 mushroom experiences, ive never lost control of my trip except for this time. Utter confusion, continuously changing emotion, overwhelming anxiety and visuals so intense i had no idea i was inside a house. After the trip, the friend who supplied the damned Psilocybin, informed us that each person got 5 grams because he wanted too see the outcome.
It was my 7th and last mushroom trip. My opinion now, psychedelics are for hippies. Opiates, brew, weed, and amphetamines are real drugs.
It was my 7th and last mushroom trip. My opinion now, psychedelics are for hippies. Opiates, brew, weed, and amphetamines are real drugs.