Citation: c0k3h3ad. "Life in the Cube Which Is My Room: An Experience with Mushrooms & Cannabis (exp68417)". Erowid.org. May 5, 2020. erowid.org/exp/68417
This is my story of a night that I went to hell and back because I popped too many mushrooms.
Prior to this experience I have only tried mushrooms once and smoked marijuana daily. The reason I tried mushrooms in the first place was because of an extremely stupid pledge I made to myself the beginning of senior year in high school- to try every drug out there at least once. This alone can give you a pretty good idea what trouble would be soon to come.
Iíll start first with my day leading up to the trip. At the time I was a senior in high school who dealt weed to make a little pocket change and smoke for free. I was sitting at my house watching TV, when one of my buddies called me up and asked me if I needed any shrooms? I thought about it for a while and being the money-making addict that I am, I quickly told him Iíd take two ounces. My day after that consisted of selling shrooms and debating whether or not I should consume some myself. The reason I had to think about it for a while is because of a fairly life-changing tripping a couple months back.
I remained undecided the rest of the day until roughly 10:00pm. I laid in my room bored out of my mind. This boredom resulted in me taking about a gram of the blue and brown caps. I ate them mixed in with apple sauce (the best way I think, canít taste them at all. Although I really donít mind the taste).
I have a giant beanbag chair in my room wear I laid and watched TV waiting for them to kick in. I periodically (probably every 20 minutes) got up and checked how dilated my pupils were. After around 40 minutes my pupils started to become dilated. Still feeling no physical or mental effects I decided to take a few tokes from the pipe. I took a fairly large hit held it in for as long as I could and closed my eyes. I probably held it in for about a minute and blew it out and opened my eyes.
All the posters on my walls began to shift and twist. Not like my walls were warping, but rather each individual picture rotated and shifted about my walls independently. It was incredible. The best part was that my mind was crystal clear. The shroom head had not yet set in.
I decided that I wanted to have a strong trip so I took another two grams of mushrooms (keep in mind that I had no tolerance to mushrooms and was an extremely inexperienced psychonaut). By this time I shut my TV off and was trying to focus my mind on the mushrooms. I decided to smoke a little more weed preceded by eating another fairly large cap (I guessed it was a little over a gram). I had stopped checking my pupils because gazing into the mirror creeped me out at this point.
My room was in full swing and I mean this quite literally. My posters were flying around the room and my floor looked like water the way it rippled. I was still enjoying the trip until I made the mistake of taking another hit of weed. I think at the very same moment I took another hit the rest of the psilocybin rocketed to my brain. I remember sparking the bowl, closing my eyes, and when I opened them, all hell broke lose. I was laying in my bean bag in my room, but it wasnít my room anymore. My walls were still my walls except for the fact each of them was only inches from my face. The fear I felt at that point can only be described as claustrophobia times 100.
The fear I felt at that point can only be described as claustrophobia times 100.
I was so freaked out I began to panic. I was rolling around in my beanbag sweating balls trying to figure out what to do. The first and only thing I could think of was shut off the lights. And when I got up to turn them off, let me tell ya I have never experienced a body load so intense in my life. I stumbled to the light switch flicked it off and collapsed back in my beanbag. I remember at one point I turned the TV on to see if it would help. Probably the second biggest mistake of the night (first being ingesting over 4 grams of mushrooms). All the voices on the TV sounded like a record being slowed waaaaaaaaaaaaay down and I was convinced the devil was talking to me through the TV. That TV was turned off as fast as it was turned on. I believe this is what set the tone for the rest of the night because it scared the living shit out of me.
The rest of my night consisted of me laying in the dark in just my boxers looking at my alarm clock watching every little red number change until roughly 6:00am.
There were two parts of the trip that were extremely (and when I say extremely Iím using it very loosely) hard for me:
1) Debating on whether or not to wake up my mom so I could be with someone. The fact that I couldnít talk to anyone made me even crazier. And
2) at the peak of the trip I had no idea what was going on. I didnít know what I was, where I was from, or what my life was like. Iíd also like to note at this point of the trip, if there was a gun in my room I probably wouldíve taken my life. After I started to come down slightly I realized what was happening and I rehearsed every thing I knew about myself out loud. I repeated my name, address, phone number, hair color and many other things several times until I finally got it together enough to relax and slowly fall asleep.
There are countless lessons I have learned from this night but two that I believe are most important:
1) Somewhere in the night I remember thinking if and when I made it through this I would never do drugs again. Although Iím still a drug user, I took a good look at that pledge I made and immediately realized how stupid it was.
2) Respect. Since that night I have respected drugs like nothing else. I no longer take drugs to ďtripĒ or have fun socially. I take them only to learn and become a better person. And god knows that night has made me a better person.
COPYRIGHTS: All reports are copyright Erowid and you agree not to download or analyze the report data without contacting Erowid Center and receiving permission first.
Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
Some of the activities described are dangerous and/or illegal and none are recommended by Erowid Center.