YurSnHere
Bluelighter
It was a week before halloween, and my sister called me to tell me she had just come upon some strong mushrooms and asked if I wanted some. Seeing as I had never done them before, and my two best friends B & T had several times before and absolutely LOVED THEM, I jumped at the chance. I immediately called B to let her know and we both agreed to do it. When we went to pick them up from my sister, she said "BTW, DO NOT do over half an 1/8th, these shrooms are extremely strong, they WILL fuck you up!" "Yeah, whatever", we replied.
B, T and I agreed to do them at our friend's upcoming halloween party, which in retrospect was a terrible idea. To make matters worse, we decided it would be fun to do them and not tell anyone we did them, just for the fun of it... because we're silly like that. So we get to the party, eat our shrooms in the car, and arrive in style, wearing really cool outfits.. (B & T were Bonnie and Clyde,and I was a gay leather daddy, but thats besides the point). Our friend who was hosting the party decorated the house wonderfully scary... every wall of EVERY room, including the bathroom, was decorated with the freakiest shit... decapitated barbies, psycho-childlike drawings, a fog machine, dolls, blood, etc etc etc... I started thinking that maybe it wasn't such a great idea to be tripping for my first time at a halloween party, but it was too late for that.
We were chilling outside when we started coming up. The first thing I noticed was that the gigantic pentagon the host made on his lawn from hundreds on candles looked REALLY cool, much cooler than it did a few minutes previous. The light started shimmering and waving and diffracting, it was really cool.. after that, me B and T went inside to sit on the couch, and a really odd boy who we had never met before started to chat with us. He was SO weird, and then all of a sudden, he started kissing my poor friend B... we were all really shrooming by this point and needless to say it freaked me out, and of course it freaked B out too... she pulled away but he still kept acting strangely and it was totally tripping me out...it was the start of my bad trip.
We walked into another room where people were smoking and by this time it was REALLY hitting me, mroe than I ever thought possible.. I didn't know what to do or say, I felt so awkward... what made it worse is that no one knew we were on mushrooms so I was so paranoid I was acting weird and that people thought I was being weird... people kept trying to pass me and B and T the pipe but we were too fucked up to hit it... they kept being like damn ive never been to a party where people didnt want to smoke.... it was at that point things started falling apart. I HAD to leave the room right then, and T came with me.. we ran out to the car and sat there for a while, not knowing what to do... we were both so scared and we didnt know why... we just wanted it to end.. T wanted to stay in the car, but I was like no, we have to go back in there, B's in there... she's alla lone... but T refused. I finally convinced her to come back inside with me
where we went into a back bedroom and layed on a bed... but even that was decorated... it had huge scary statues... weird freaky music... and a computer screen with random porn popping up as a screen saver... i was tripping so hard by this point i started to loose touch with reality, as did T. We both just wanted it to end... we seriously layed on that bed for 3 hours crying... We both literally felt like we were in hell forever. We had lost all sense of time and space. I wanted to kill myself! We were talking to each other but we were both muttering nonsense and that just made it worse. I just closed my eyes and tried to stop thinking. Eventually I came to the realisation that it wasn't going to last forever and that eventually we would stop tripping and that calmed me downa little bit. Of course it didnt help matters that NO ONE knew we were tripping yet and for some reason we thought we COULDN'T tell them. it just made everything much more stressful. SO FINALLY I came out of the bedroom and announced to everyone that we were indeed shrooming, and no one cared at all. It lifted a huge load off my back and B, T and I eventually came out of our bad trip (which we called a shroom hole, thats the only thing i can describe it as...) and we had a relativly good rest of the night.
Since that night, I have shroomed two more times. Both times I did not have bad trips, but I still pretty much hated it. I kept thinking back to my first trip and getting bad feelings from it. It just makes me feel uncomfortable and not in a good state of mind, which is really sad because soo many people love psilocybin. But oh well... we live and learn right??
~Josh
B, T and I agreed to do them at our friend's upcoming halloween party, which in retrospect was a terrible idea. To make matters worse, we decided it would be fun to do them and not tell anyone we did them, just for the fun of it... because we're silly like that. So we get to the party, eat our shrooms in the car, and arrive in style, wearing really cool outfits.. (B & T were Bonnie and Clyde,and I was a gay leather daddy, but thats besides the point). Our friend who was hosting the party decorated the house wonderfully scary... every wall of EVERY room, including the bathroom, was decorated with the freakiest shit... decapitated barbies, psycho-childlike drawings, a fog machine, dolls, blood, etc etc etc... I started thinking that maybe it wasn't such a great idea to be tripping for my first time at a halloween party, but it was too late for that.
We were chilling outside when we started coming up. The first thing I noticed was that the gigantic pentagon the host made on his lawn from hundreds on candles looked REALLY cool, much cooler than it did a few minutes previous. The light started shimmering and waving and diffracting, it was really cool.. after that, me B and T went inside to sit on the couch, and a really odd boy who we had never met before started to chat with us. He was SO weird, and then all of a sudden, he started kissing my poor friend B... we were all really shrooming by this point and needless to say it freaked me out, and of course it freaked B out too... she pulled away but he still kept acting strangely and it was totally tripping me out...it was the start of my bad trip.
We walked into another room where people were smoking and by this time it was REALLY hitting me, mroe than I ever thought possible.. I didn't know what to do or say, I felt so awkward... what made it worse is that no one knew we were on mushrooms so I was so paranoid I was acting weird and that people thought I was being weird... people kept trying to pass me and B and T the pipe but we were too fucked up to hit it... they kept being like damn ive never been to a party where people didnt want to smoke.... it was at that point things started falling apart. I HAD to leave the room right then, and T came with me.. we ran out to the car and sat there for a while, not knowing what to do... we were both so scared and we didnt know why... we just wanted it to end.. T wanted to stay in the car, but I was like no, we have to go back in there, B's in there... she's alla lone... but T refused. I finally convinced her to come back inside with me
where we went into a back bedroom and layed on a bed... but even that was decorated... it had huge scary statues... weird freaky music... and a computer screen with random porn popping up as a screen saver... i was tripping so hard by this point i started to loose touch with reality, as did T. We both just wanted it to end... we seriously layed on that bed for 3 hours crying... We both literally felt like we were in hell forever. We had lost all sense of time and space. I wanted to kill myself! We were talking to each other but we were both muttering nonsense and that just made it worse. I just closed my eyes and tried to stop thinking. Eventually I came to the realisation that it wasn't going to last forever and that eventually we would stop tripping and that calmed me downa little bit. Of course it didnt help matters that NO ONE knew we were tripping yet and for some reason we thought we COULDN'T tell them. it just made everything much more stressful. SO FINALLY I came out of the bedroom and announced to everyone that we were indeed shrooming, and no one cared at all. It lifted a huge load off my back and B, T and I eventually came out of our bad trip (which we called a shroom hole, thats the only thing i can describe it as...) and we had a relativly good rest of the night.
Since that night, I have shroomed two more times. Both times I did not have bad trips, but I still pretty much hated it. I kept thinking back to my first trip and getting bad feelings from it. It just makes me feel uncomfortable and not in a good state of mind, which is really sad because soo many people love psilocybin. But oh well... we live and learn right??
~Josh