DOSE:	repeated	smoked	Cannabis	(plant material)
	2 g	oral	Mushrooms	(dried)

BODY WEIGHT:

150 lb

My friend had invited me last minute to do shrooms with her and a bunch of people at this party. I jumped at the chance, I've done them only twice before, first time it was 1.3 grams, second I did 1.5. Both times had been amazing and I thought this time I'd be able to handle 2. Well there were 8-10 people at this party and I have never done psychedelics with a large group of people. We had 28 grams in total. Everyone was doing shrooms and some people were also doing acid. I was unsure because I only knew two people and I wasn't very experienced. My gut told me maybe I shouldn't. and I should have listened.

Everyone took their stuff about a half hour before I did. They ate their shrooms and took their hits and we decided to go for a walk to a park. It was night time and dark. We had been smoking purple kush on the walk so I had no idea where we were. As people starting coming up I felt jealous and decided I was going to take the shrooms after all. But here's the thing. We weren't exactly sure how much each of us had because the shrooms came uncut in a large bag so we just divided them up by eye into one gram bags. I supposedly had three grams, and I divided that up and took what I thought was two, but who's to say really? I was munching on them like candy and we smoked some joints while I was coming up.

I started feeling the effects about 30 minutes after and I was feeling pretty great. We were wandering around on dark streets but the street lights were beautiful to me and there was an intense fog that made the light melt into other lights. I put on some calming music and felt like I was on top of the world. I was dizzy, couldn't walk straight and had giggle fits every few minutes. Time stopped making sense after that. We came to another park and I again had no idea how we got there. We were just relaxing and enjoying ourselves on some bleachers. I started seeing patterns in things and decided to draw them. Then I thought I lost my mp3 player and expensive headphones so I start tripping out and this is when my trip starting going bad. I was paranoid that someone had stolen it and I had convinced myself it was one guy that looked particularly sketchy to me at the time. I started freaking out and running around trying to find my headphones and nothing made sense. I couldn't connect one moment to the next. A friend took me and we back tracked and found them (thank fuck) and my trip was suddenly back on track. Or so I thought.

A guy, we'll call him M, started going on paranoid rants. M had done the most of all of us, he did approx. 6 gram of shrooms and a hit of acid. He started saying things like 'What are you all looking at? I'm not doing anything. I'm just fucking high okay' when no one was talking to him and this went on for about 20 minutes and we were getting annoyed. I thought I could talk him down from his defensiveness with calming words but unfortunately he had slipped into another reality. he started freaking out, screaming, rolling on the ground, screaming about how high he was. We were in public, in a large field but still close to houses. We were sketched about someone calling the police and I was getting scared so I got myself far away from this guy as did most of us.

The night took a turn for the worst as everyone began concentrating on this guy and his awful trip in which he had thought he was dying and going to hell. He was having his Ego death. Negativity was circulating and we all began to become extremely confused. I've never been so confused in my whole life. I had no idea where I was, what I was doing, who I was with, how much I had taken. I couldn't see or walk properly. My entirely world was full of patterns, I was seeing patterns on everything. It soon clouded my whole vision. When I closed my eyes I saw a floating, rotation, patterned cube. The fog was clouding my vision which I think helped the patterns take over. I didn't know left from right. There were so many different conversations, I couldn't focus on one single thing.

Every single person was saying the same thing 'I have no idea what is happening right now.' My ability to connect and understand had gone out the window and my friend went from hating me to wanting us to leave together to shunning me again and it seemed like everything that was happening had happened before and was repeating, in cycles.

We went back to the party house, eventually. My reality had been ripped to shreds. I was questioning everything I thought I knew. i thought I was never going to be sober again. I think we had left M in the field, with someone who was sober but as awful as it sounds, I think he was alone for a couple hours in his hell. If I had any clue what was going on I would have helped but this was not an option for me. Some people went back out to find him again, he was finally calmed down but still not entirely there. They were stopped by the police who had said this was their lucky day, they took his shrooms and didn't charge him. He was covered in mud and soaked from rolling in puddles, probably looked like he had just seen death so maybe they took pity on him.

I came down in rolls, one moment I thought I was sobering up and the next I was still questioning my reality. Slowly I started piecing together information I had always known and forgotten. Slowly I repaired my reality. There was far too much negativity for this to have been a good trip. I was the highest I had ever been, there were too many unknown factors and TOO MANY PEOPLE. Never again will I be doing shrooms at parties. It was still beautiful and it actually left me feeling stronger as a person, to have been ripped open and sewed shut.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 91256
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Mar 10, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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