Sorry this is so long, but a lot happened and this is a condensed version of what happened to us...
So, Oregon Country Fair. Best place on earth to be at. I went last month with my friend and we were so stoked to have an amazing weekend filled with craziness! We also planned on getting shrooms for our Fair weekend, and we were so excited to do them. We walked around our campground (Shady Rest) aimlessly for hours, waiting for someone to come up to us and offer us shrooms (we had already been offered a variety of other drugs, but we had our hearts set on buying shrooms). Eventually we found a greasy looking man with a back pack full of shrooms. We bought 2/8ths. That very night we quickly shredded them up and mixed them into some yogurt that we had. We choked them down because they were just flat out nasty! With our stomachs full of mushroom yogurt, we decided to head to Darling Reunion (the neighboring campsite that was 10 times better than the campsite we were staying at) and listen to the band they had playing over there. As we sat in the grass, minutes passed and we started to feel something slightly. I began to see patterns in the air. We also started laughing really loud, and I felt like we were being disruptive. At that same time we saw a guy, completely fucked up on something, being hand cuffed and dragged away by campsite security. This sprout fear in us and we decided to leave. Once we made it back to our campsite, the visuals were EXTREMELY intense. Everything was crawling, and it just wouldn't stop. It was like a broken record that kept playing over and over again. I started to feel really sick, because I couldn't handle everything moving and crawling like that. My friend also started to feel really sick. The next thing I know, we were both sweating uncontrollably. Sweat was pouring out of us like a river! My dress and hair were completely drenched in sweat, and it was getting hard to breath. I felt like I needed to go to the emergency room, or something... I didnt know what to do! I started dry heaving, but nothing came out. My friend was freaking out because he thought I was dying. I was positive that I was going to die on shrooms. I just couldn't handle that intense feeling, the sweating, the everything just moving like crazy! I kept forgetting who I was, where I was, and what normal was.
Eventually after some walking around, figuring out what to do, we decided to get my mom's help (she was also at Country Fair with us, and in the same campground, thank goodness!) We walked over to her campsite and confessed that we had eaten shrooms. She reassured us that we weren't dying, and shrooms are just intense like that. But I don't think anyone understands the intensity of our trip (my friend and I have done many other drugs and have had some weird experiences, but nothing ever like this).
The next 6-7 hours we stayed in my mom's campsite, tweaking out. The feeling of "death" eventually went away, and we just sat back, guzzled down some water, and waited for it to be over. We couldn't grasp reality. Everyone I looked at, didn't have a face, and when they walked, they had a trail of 50 duplicates of them following behind them. I saw teddy bears crashing down like waves up in the trees and the black sky morphing into castles. My body felt awful, and then alright, and then awful again. As the night wore on, we started laughing and wondered why we paid for this. Every time someone came up tried to talk to me, they were speaking in gibberish. I remember getting up and peeing about 50 times. When we finally started to come down, my body felt achy and gross. I had a huge headache, and couldn't get to sleep that night. Most definitely the worst come down ever
So yeah, that was my first and last shroom trip. We may have eaten too much (considering we both had 1/8th to ourselves) or we may have been in a bad environment. It was the most uncomfortable feeling of my life. I can't even describe all that I saw because it was happening so fast. Definitely scary and we are definitely not doing them again.
Thanks for reading if you read it all!
again sorry it was so long 
So, Oregon Country Fair. Best place on earth to be at. I went last month with my friend and we were so stoked to have an amazing weekend filled with craziness! We also planned on getting shrooms for our Fair weekend, and we were so excited to do them. We walked around our campground (Shady Rest) aimlessly for hours, waiting for someone to come up to us and offer us shrooms (we had already been offered a variety of other drugs, but we had our hearts set on buying shrooms). Eventually we found a greasy looking man with a back pack full of shrooms. We bought 2/8ths. That very night we quickly shredded them up and mixed them into some yogurt that we had. We choked them down because they were just flat out nasty! With our stomachs full of mushroom yogurt, we decided to head to Darling Reunion (the neighboring campsite that was 10 times better than the campsite we were staying at) and listen to the band they had playing over there. As we sat in the grass, minutes passed and we started to feel something slightly. I began to see patterns in the air. We also started laughing really loud, and I felt like we were being disruptive. At that same time we saw a guy, completely fucked up on something, being hand cuffed and dragged away by campsite security. This sprout fear in us and we decided to leave. Once we made it back to our campsite, the visuals were EXTREMELY intense. Everything was crawling, and it just wouldn't stop. It was like a broken record that kept playing over and over again. I started to feel really sick, because I couldn't handle everything moving and crawling like that. My friend also started to feel really sick. The next thing I know, we were both sweating uncontrollably. Sweat was pouring out of us like a river! My dress and hair were completely drenched in sweat, and it was getting hard to breath. I felt like I needed to go to the emergency room, or something... I didnt know what to do! I started dry heaving, but nothing came out. My friend was freaking out because he thought I was dying. I was positive that I was going to die on shrooms. I just couldn't handle that intense feeling, the sweating, the everything just moving like crazy! I kept forgetting who I was, where I was, and what normal was.
Eventually after some walking around, figuring out what to do, we decided to get my mom's help (she was also at Country Fair with us, and in the same campground, thank goodness!) We walked over to her campsite and confessed that we had eaten shrooms. She reassured us that we weren't dying, and shrooms are just intense like that. But I don't think anyone understands the intensity of our trip (my friend and I have done many other drugs and have had some weird experiences, but nothing ever like this).
The next 6-7 hours we stayed in my mom's campsite, tweaking out. The feeling of "death" eventually went away, and we just sat back, guzzled down some water, and waited for it to be over. We couldn't grasp reality. Everyone I looked at, didn't have a face, and when they walked, they had a trail of 50 duplicates of them following behind them. I saw teddy bears crashing down like waves up in the trees and the black sky morphing into castles. My body felt awful, and then alright, and then awful again. As the night wore on, we started laughing and wondered why we paid for this. Every time someone came up tried to talk to me, they were speaking in gibberish. I remember getting up and peeing about 50 times. When we finally started to come down, my body felt achy and gross. I had a huge headache, and couldn't get to sleep that night. Most definitely the worst come down ever
So yeah, that was my first and last shroom trip. We may have eaten too much (considering we both had 1/8th to ourselves) or we may have been in a bad environment. It was the most uncomfortable feeling of my life. I can't even describe all that I saw because it was happening so fast. Definitely scary and we are definitely not doing them again.
Thanks for reading if you read it all!
again sorry it was so long 
