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ramathorn
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Hello everyone,
I'm new to this site but I felt I would share one of my challenging trips that happened a few months ago.
One cold October weekend, me and my buddy wanted to trip in his dorm room as his roommates were gone for the entire weekend and we had the room to ourselves. It was perfectly set up; we bought a quarter ounce of some of the most beautiful mushrooms I'd seen in my life, a dubsack of weed, plenty of drinks, and music. I had pulled an all-nighter that previous Thursday to finish a paper, and managed to get only 3 hours of broken sleep because of all the ritalin and caffeine I'd had that night. [A] cut up the mushrooms into little pieces and put them into peanut butter sandwiches. For some reason, I hated that sandwich and could barely choke it down. We sat down and watched Anchorman to wait for the onset of the trip. I'm no newbie as this was probably the 10th or 11th time I've shroomed before, but the intensity of this one scared me shitless.
The only bad trip I'd had before this one was my very first time booming, and even though that one ended with a hospital visit, this one was far worse. About an hour after eating the sandwiches we still hadn't felt alot besides being really high. We smoked 2 bowls of dank pot out of a gravity bong to try to speed up the onset. At 1.5 hours, we both started to peak out of nowhere. The posters all over his walls had matrix-style symbols and patterns growing and shifting all over it, and everything was breathing. The body high was so intense I felt like I couldn't sit still. I kept telling [A], I'm too high man, help me calm down. He would respond with something like "Stop being a little bitch and enjoy your trip". We kept this annoyed dialogue with each other for what seemed days, and kept getting more and more pissed at each other. At the pinnacle of our argument, we both stood up and glared at each other. [A] said "If you don't stop acting fucking crazy I think I'm gonna hit you man!" I told him it might be best if we spent some time alone so we didn't attack each other. [A] stormed out of the dorm room and went out for a cigarette.
Alone in the room, something cracked in my brain and I went into incredibly convoluted, repetitive, and fucking scary thought loops. I would think in my head, "This trip is going to put me in the nut house, I'm gonna be like the guy that thinks he's a glass of orange juice!" Then I would stand up, walk over to the sink and look at myself in the mirror, and then all memory of that thought would vanish. I'd sit down on the couch again, and the same exact loop would happen. The only other loop I recall was were I'd lie down on the couch and say, "I'm so tired, I should just try to take a nap". I would stand up, and walk over to my friend's bed, lie down and close my eyes, realize I was tripping and would think "fuck, I can't sleep - I'm tripping". So I'd stand up, walk back to the couch then rinse and repeat. I can't remember alot of this part of the trip in detail, it was too confusing. I went through at least 4 or 5 different loops for what seemed like eternity. By the time [A] got back to the room, I was going fucking bonkers, talking to myself constantly and had absolutely no grasp on reality. It seemed like everything I tried to grab would shift slightly out of reach, like it was in a different plane of reality. The next part of the trip was the most disturbing.
I heard [A]'s phone ringing. By this time it had to be around 4am, and this alarmed me. It was his girlfriend calling to see what was going on. [A] struggled to form coherent sentences and finally blurted out "I'm tripping my balls off on mushrooms babe". A heated argument happened and it ended with his girlfriend breaking up with him and hanging up. I just looked at [A] in shock, wondering how he could be so calm after he'd just broken up with his girlfriend of 4 years. He looked back and said "dumb bitch, no big deal". The fucked up part about this conversation is that it never actually happened, it was all in my head. He didn't talk to her once that evening, he'd texted her once earlier in the night before his phone died. The fact that my mind created this imaginary conflict is mind-blowing, in all of the trips I've had, never before have I hallucinated something that was pure fantasy.
At this point in the trip, [A] was doing his best to calm me down, and suggested that we go out for smokes. He walked out to the car, and I told him it would be just a minute. I was terrified of being confronted by someone on the way to the car in my completely messed up state, so I listened under his door to see if anyone was out in the hallway. To my dismay, I heard doors slamming and people talking constantly, and ended up staying in the room because of it. [A] told me the next day that no one was out in the hall, it was all in my head. I started to feel a weird sensation in my throat, and tried to eat a breath mint to soothe it. My tongue felt like it melted into the bottom of my mouth, and I suddenly had the urge to vomit. I quickly ran over to the sink and my throat started to convulse, kind of like it was inverting itself inside out. I realized all I could do at this point was wait it out and listened to some music before eventually passing out.
Overall, this trip was nothing short of absolutely distorted and horrifying. I haven't had the balls to do shrooms again since then. I think it would have been a beautiful trip had we not been trapped in a small, dark dorm room. It's all about set and setting. Sorry for the length of the story, I hope some of you can relate to it!
I'm new to this site but I felt I would share one of my challenging trips that happened a few months ago.
One cold October weekend, me and my buddy wanted to trip in his dorm room as his roommates were gone for the entire weekend and we had the room to ourselves. It was perfectly set up; we bought a quarter ounce of some of the most beautiful mushrooms I'd seen in my life, a dubsack of weed, plenty of drinks, and music. I had pulled an all-nighter that previous Thursday to finish a paper, and managed to get only 3 hours of broken sleep because of all the ritalin and caffeine I'd had that night. [A] cut up the mushrooms into little pieces and put them into peanut butter sandwiches. For some reason, I hated that sandwich and could barely choke it down. We sat down and watched Anchorman to wait for the onset of the trip. I'm no newbie as this was probably the 10th or 11th time I've shroomed before, but the intensity of this one scared me shitless.
The only bad trip I'd had before this one was my very first time booming, and even though that one ended with a hospital visit, this one was far worse. About an hour after eating the sandwiches we still hadn't felt alot besides being really high. We smoked 2 bowls of dank pot out of a gravity bong to try to speed up the onset. At 1.5 hours, we both started to peak out of nowhere. The posters all over his walls had matrix-style symbols and patterns growing and shifting all over it, and everything was breathing. The body high was so intense I felt like I couldn't sit still. I kept telling [A], I'm too high man, help me calm down. He would respond with something like "Stop being a little bitch and enjoy your trip". We kept this annoyed dialogue with each other for what seemed days, and kept getting more and more pissed at each other. At the pinnacle of our argument, we both stood up and glared at each other. [A] said "If you don't stop acting fucking crazy I think I'm gonna hit you man!" I told him it might be best if we spent some time alone so we didn't attack each other. [A] stormed out of the dorm room and went out for a cigarette.
Alone in the room, something cracked in my brain and I went into incredibly convoluted, repetitive, and fucking scary thought loops. I would think in my head, "This trip is going to put me in the nut house, I'm gonna be like the guy that thinks he's a glass of orange juice!" Then I would stand up, walk over to the sink and look at myself in the mirror, and then all memory of that thought would vanish. I'd sit down on the couch again, and the same exact loop would happen. The only other loop I recall was were I'd lie down on the couch and say, "I'm so tired, I should just try to take a nap". I would stand up, and walk over to my friend's bed, lie down and close my eyes, realize I was tripping and would think "fuck, I can't sleep - I'm tripping". So I'd stand up, walk back to the couch then rinse and repeat. I can't remember alot of this part of the trip in detail, it was too confusing. I went through at least 4 or 5 different loops for what seemed like eternity. By the time [A] got back to the room, I was going fucking bonkers, talking to myself constantly and had absolutely no grasp on reality. It seemed like everything I tried to grab would shift slightly out of reach, like it was in a different plane of reality. The next part of the trip was the most disturbing.
I heard [A]'s phone ringing. By this time it had to be around 4am, and this alarmed me. It was his girlfriend calling to see what was going on. [A] struggled to form coherent sentences and finally blurted out "I'm tripping my balls off on mushrooms babe". A heated argument happened and it ended with his girlfriend breaking up with him and hanging up. I just looked at [A] in shock, wondering how he could be so calm after he'd just broken up with his girlfriend of 4 years. He looked back and said "dumb bitch, no big deal". The fucked up part about this conversation is that it never actually happened, it was all in my head. He didn't talk to her once that evening, he'd texted her once earlier in the night before his phone died. The fact that my mind created this imaginary conflict is mind-blowing, in all of the trips I've had, never before have I hallucinated something that was pure fantasy.
At this point in the trip, [A] was doing his best to calm me down, and suggested that we go out for smokes. He walked out to the car, and I told him it would be just a minute. I was terrified of being confronted by someone on the way to the car in my completely messed up state, so I listened under his door to see if anyone was out in the hallway. To my dismay, I heard doors slamming and people talking constantly, and ended up staying in the room because of it. [A] told me the next day that no one was out in the hall, it was all in my head. I started to feel a weird sensation in my throat, and tried to eat a breath mint to soothe it. My tongue felt like it melted into the bottom of my mouth, and I suddenly had the urge to vomit. I quickly ran over to the sink and my throat started to convulse, kind of like it was inverting itself inside out. I realized all I could do at this point was wait it out and listened to some music before eventually passing out.
Overall, this trip was nothing short of absolutely distorted and horrifying. I haven't had the balls to do shrooms again since then. I think it would have been a beautiful trip had we not been trapped in a small, dark dorm room. It's all about set and setting. Sorry for the length of the story, I hope some of you can relate to it!
