DOSE:

3.4 g

oral

Mushrooms

(tea)

BODY WEIGHT:

140 lb

I would like to preface this report with an apology for the lack of time stamps. I’m writing this several years later, and was not keeping time. I hope to include them in future reports.

I was about 17 years old. My friend C scored a decent amount of mushrooms, and we were planning on taking them on Friday night in his apartment, which was a really chill environment and he lived alone. C was about two years older than me. He was the hippy type, and really laid back and kind. He was also emo and was wearing skinny jeans shamelessly even back in the mid 2000’s.

The big day arrives. Late that afternoon, I arrive at his apartment. It’s him, me, and our friend M. M is a cool guy, pretty chill, tall stoner type. It was going to be a fun night. I had tripped mushrooms once before, and I felt that I was ready for this. We were all in a great mood, and ready to dive into the psychedelic universe.

We are sitting in his living room, which has two couches facing each other and a coffee table in between. We are laughing and having a great time with some psychedelic music in the background, discussing how to ingest these. We rolled a few blunts of various sizes and types that we thought were going to be a blast to smoke as the night progressed and we were into our trip.

C decided after some research that the best way to ingest them is to grind them up, and make a tea out of them in his coffee maker. The dosage was not as precise as I’d like when reporting, though I’m estimating about 3-4 grams since he put 10 grams and there were three of us, and we all consumed an equal amount of the tea. We ingest the tea, it tastes like awful, and the night begins.

As we await the come up, another friend shows up, B, who I liked a lot. He is hilarious. I found out a year later he strangled someone to death which is very alarming but that’s neither here nor there. B ate some mushrooms too, and we were all laughing and vibing out with the music.

I knew the come up suddenly began when I pulled out a cigarette, and it felt bizarre in my hands. I lit it just fine, but I kept staring at it like, what is this? Why does this feel so weird in my hands? Holding this and navigating it is a chore. I begin to wonder why I even smoke, why am I wearing these dumb baggy clothes, what is this weird identity that I am apart of?

I look at my friends, and I can tell they are getting rather confused at basic concepts as well. Nonetheless, we are still laughing and drinking Pepsi.

The dysphoria and confusion got worse. We rolled a few blunts earlier in the night to prepare for this, they were right on the coffee table, but now they are gone. We are all so confused we didn’t comprehend what looking for them would even entail, let alone why we’d need them.

The concepts and structure to reality and why we do the things we do out of routine is gone. And now I am expected to navigate my being in this space accordingly.

I can tell my friends are in the same boat. Confused, but holding it together enough to not dissent into chaos. We turn the music up a bit more and C and D and B are all chatting, and I hear a knock on the door.

I open the door and see a female. C was a dealer (I’m using this term loosely, he tried to deal, but everyone would always run off with his stuff and we’d have to go get it back for him), so I’m very hesitant to let anyone in. I immediately ask ‘Hey, who are you? What do you want?” She goes “I’m K”, and steps in. I said ‘No no no, I don’t know you, you’re going to have to leave. She said ‘Oh it’s cool, I know C’. Ok, cool. She looks like the type that would.

She goes over and chats with them, I return to the couch so that I can sit and try to figure out what I have been doing with my life and if I’m on the right path. A wave of very deep introspection hit me, and I realized I’m happy to have a job even though I never went to school. I messed up, but I’ll be ok. I ended up ok.

My friends and the female join me on the couch. After us chatting for about 10 minutes and listening to music, B gets into a story, and I see K, the unknown female, reach over and grab C’s bag of mushrooms from the coffee table. She opens her legs, and I see she’s not wearing underwear. She proceeds to slowly stuff an entire ounce of mushrooms into her vagina. I look at C wondering if he just saw this, and he’s looking at me with a look of shock and horror. We were so confused at every little thing going on that we both just shook our heads and kept listening to B try to talk over the music.

The night continues, the confusion intensified even more. Everyone left, and I’m laying on the couch in the dark trying to figure out why my thoughts are enumerating my soul. I want them to stop, they are resonating too hard in a way that makes me want to cry. I don’t know how else to explain it. C is pacing frantically in his kitchen trying to make sense of his own reality. It’s like we were hit with sudden amnesia and confusion, and have now entered a crazy quasi reality. Like a weird David Firth illustration.
In a sudden bolt, C runs out of his apartment. I sit there for a second like, wtf. I then laid back down to try and turn this world off, trying to stop my thoughts from amplifying feelings of despair. Every thought felt like a mental, guttural scream, and I could not make this stop.

What seemed like hours later, probably only 1 though as we were still plenty high, C comes back in. Scared the shit out of me, but it’s his place so I can’t complain. We proceed to have a heart to heart for the next several hours while we sobered up, found the blunts of swag weed and blazed one. The weed made the trip intensify slightly, but thankfully I was already past the thick of it, and I could breathe.

C told me he just broken up with his fiancé, who was the love of his life. That blew my mind. He told me he is quitting trying to deal after this. I encouraged it completely, and he gave me a decent amount of swag weed that he was planning on trying to sell but would probably have gotten stolen too. So, of course I encouraged this.

When I woke up the next morning, I was almost completely sober, but I felt like a character in a movie that just made it out of despair. I felt like a character in one of those Saw movies movies, if they were to have escaped and given another chance. I was just thankful that my world made sense now, and I walked out the apartment and walked home.

During my walk, I found M passed out on a bench in a children’s park wearing a toga. I don’t know where he acquired the toga, though i do recall he disappeared at the start in the night, but we were all so confused we couldn’t find him anywhere. Apparently this is where he ended up. I woke him up, and he walked home as well.

Turns out the girl who showed up randomly that night actually did put the whole bag of mushrooms in her vag, and left. Before I walked home that morning C said “Hey man, did a girl come in here last night and put my bag of shrooms in her vag or was I tripping?” I confirmed that she did indeed.

C said “Well, can you call her and tell her to give them back? There was like an ounce in there.” I said “I don’t know her, I only let her in because she said she knew you, she even knew your name”. He said “What the fuck, I have no idea who she was either, when she walked over to me in the kitchen she immediately said she knew you, so I thought she was cool”.

What a thing to have happen in the middle of an already very confusing trip. We never did find out who that girl was.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 116217
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: Aug 11, 2022	Views: 336
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