DOSE:

2.2 g

oral

Mushrooms

(dried)

BODY WEIGHT:

190 lb

I experienced something terrifying this New Year's Eve.

I ingested the shrooms around 1:00, about 2.2g from what I can recall. (Not fully accurate because I grabbed a bit more after weighing, so this is just a rough estimate. )

I crushed the dried substance and put in warm water, drinking the whole cup. My body felt really really good after about 15 minutes, it felt heavy but in a nice floaty way. I started to experience mild/moderate hallucinations around 45 mins-ish in. The visuals were bright, colorful, and changing around. Some things I experienced visually were green hues, very light fractals in my vision, holographic colors everywhere, swirls, and just a general sort of colorful view. I looked at my art a bunch which was really fun with all the changing shapes and colors. Soon after, I went out to the half-dim kitchen and the colors in the kitchen were faint saturated yellows, purples, and greens with dotted patterns and such. It reminded me of roly poly (very old edutainment game). It's a bit of a creepy game all things considered, but I enjoyed the colors.

I felt great, and I felt that strong “everything's okay” feeling. However, I could tell that I underestimated how strong these ones were and I was starting to get a bit overwhelmed. I was laying down with my partner at the time and we were both tripping and relaxing, talking about small things. In the middle of it, I thought my partner was upset at something I said. Everything went downhill from there.

(The events described from here on out could possibly not be in order of when it occurred, because to tell the truth, I have no idea how to sort out what happened when.)

All I can describe what I went through for an hour or two of intense torture and delirium.

I started to sweat, and I thought I should go take a bath or shower to cool down. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. That's when my memory is foggy in some sections. I experienced some sort of amnesia every couple minutes, but some memories will stick with me. I screamed. I screamed a lot and kept screaming. I was roughly moving my body around. My partner, on the bed with me, grabbed me in a panic, unaware of the state I was in. They kept telling me I was okay and that I was on drugs, but I was far too gone to comprehend those words. (This was from my perspective. Apparently sometimes when my partner said this, I’d immediately calm down like a small child, and then would proceed to forget what happened and the screaming and drug-induced psychosis would start again. I do not recall any of this.) My partner sobered up fast and early on in my bad trip experience, and was able to help me despite my hysteria.

I cannot recall when I went to the bathroom except for one time. I kept running to the tub around 3-4 separate times, forgetting why I was in there, and freaking out. There was only one trip to the tub I could recall. I started chewing the shower curtains at some point, crying and begging for my partner to call for help because I thought I was dying. My teeth were so strange at the time because my mouth was so drawn to chewing hard on stuff, it felt wrong to not have some sort of object my teeth could clamp down to and put pressure on my jaw. The whole time I was experiencing the bad part of the trip, my movements felt delayed (by 1-2 seconds) and my touch felt crazy off. Sometime during the trip I bit my partner a few times and bit their phone, which cracked the screen protector more. Time felt locked in place. I wish I could describe what I saw but there wasn't really anything happening. When I say this, I mean that my comprehension of the world was so warped. All I'm left with afterwards is feeling like I saw some sort of incomprehensible mirrors full of images of… something… that's something I've never been able to recall (if I was even able to in the first place). I think a part of it was me feeling like I was suffering. And I mean SUFFERING. Like I was in some sort of hell for all eternity. This was my place. I forgot I even had a reality to return to, I was and always have only existed in this hell. I don't even remember half of what happened, just flashes of time where events occurred.

My ego felt warped and dissolved from my body, it was still somewhat attached to me, but like it flew somewhere else and I was unaware of it. I was unaware of everything.

I thought I was having a seizure or like I was dying the whole time. It felt like I wasn't moving at all and I had to throw myself forward towards my partner at one point from the edge of the bed. (I can recall this as well, as I remember almost having some sort of tunnel vision at that time.) I was completely delirious and babbling nonsense, talking about how I was dying and always experiencing this. I went into talking about white blood cells for some reason (likely because I thought I was diseased and dying and wanted my immune system to save me). My partner tried showing me my art and making me listen to my music, but I still kept forgetting what I was doing. My partner also ordered a sandwich wrap for me and held it to my face, I'd take a couple bites and spit it out all over the bed. (I still have some sort of memory of aftertaste of the sandwich wrap, as it wasn't very pleasant.) I also took some of it and rubbed it all over my face. It was really difficult for me to hold myself to drink water or a vitamin drink, which I also spilled a bit of on the bed. I knew I had a mouth, I just didn't know how to open or use it.

It took me a bit to come down, and my touch and movements felt weird for a bit after my head started to slowly clear. I ate some pizza pouches slowly, and came down from the high around 5:30. I profusely apologized to my partner as I realized I had thrashed around and caused a lot of disturbance. (We are both still stunned that we didn't get a noise complaint since we tripped in an apartment.) My partner had to tell me most of what happened in reality, since I had so many memory gaps during the trip. I never had time to recall things I didn't remember in the first place.

All in all the experience was overwhelming and I'm still left in amazement that I was so far gone to that degree. I'm starting to wonder if this bad trip was akin to tripping on salvia. (I've never done that before though, and I'm probably totally wrong. Lol.) I suppose sometimes shrooms just lead you to places. I've had plenty of wonderful shroom trips as well, but there's always those times where things line up and don't go as well.

Exp Year: 2024	ExpID: 118948
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Oct 9, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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