DOSE:	2.5 g	oral	Mushrooms	(edible / food)
	1.25 g	oral	Mushrooms	(edible / food)
	1.5 g	oral	Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

225 lb

The crew and I had decided to meet up again following my immediate arrival home from my California road trip. We'd lost one member of the 'trip squad' per say due to his desire to mentally recover from his latest venture, so we'd planned this night to be the three of us only instead of the typical four. My close friends I was with tripped while I was on vacation, so they inherently knew the mushroom dichotomy and what it's like to trip with only one other individual, of equal trip-out. I was curious to see how my presence as a third individual would form in their minds post-drop - would it be awkward or pleasant for them?

This thought soon faded into the depths of subconscious as we had all eaten the first chocolate. These chocolate mushrooms we bought were rather sort of Neslé Crunch like, and had had condensed-psylocibin in them making them a psychoactive force to be reckoned with. One chocolate is equal to 2.5 grams of mushrooms in their natural form orally ingested.

The first chocolate was ingested surprisingly fast, and I was caught off guard by the speed of the come-on. Within 15 minutes, we all were of equal state, examining each other's thoughts and minds. I had started to feel extremely lethargic, and my friends were worried something was wrong. This feeling of lethargy stemmed from my tiredness after driving for a full day and tripping the same night I arrived back before getting any rest.

With the topic of discussion getting more interesting (something about Camel Spiders), we had decided that 'Camelspiders' was the best word in the world and we started to discuss how we should form an elegant society called The Camelspiders and name our lair The Camelspider Cove. It may sound ridiculous, and probably is in retrospect, but the topic got us off our feet thinking of ways to innovate our newly formed 'society.' With all of us energized, there was no stopping the possibilities of our seemingly never-ending innovations and ideas. This caused me to suggest that I am willing to eat another chocolate, but only half of one this time.

With the setting in of the half of the chocolate I ate in excitement and recklessness, things visually were of much more color and intensity. I also was having extreme tracers at this point, from small gnats to large trees. The intense lethargy was coming on once again, and for some reason I was extremely worried about my car smelling like pot and getting arrested, especially since I had a quarter of California medical in my backseat. This anxiety about getting arrested caused me to go to my car and stay out there, and I told my friends I'd be right back.

I was performing the classic smell/sight stoner car check, where you make sure there is nothing visible and you do not have the smell of dank leaking from your vehicle, as to eliminate any probable cause. Suddenly I hear a car down the street, and see flashing lights. I immediately start to worry that an officer would pass by and see me, questioning my already tripping mind. I hear a man shout to 'shut up,' and I thought that I was the one causing the noise and he had called the police on me.

I get in my car, and nervously leave in a quick manner to avoid the possible police car seeing me. I have no destination, and in fact I didn't know how I would get home if I wanted to, I had forgotten how I had gotten to my friend's house from my house. I had an iPhone, but unfortunately it was completely dead. Driving down the street, I take a right and go over speed bumps, confirming that I am still in a neighborhood. I stop on the right in front of a house. I had feared the police were following me, and if I stopped on the side and killed the lights I would be unnoticeable. With the car passing by (ironically it was a police car), I had felt a pressure come off my chest, feeling as if was free from any possible arrest. Unfortunately, seeing one police car and him not finding me also made me think that every other car passing me by would be police officers as well, searching the area for me. This idea grew, and trapped me in my car in a delusion.

I was in my car for about ten minutes, in the same spot, when I opened the window for the first time. I had heard helicopters, and although they weren't police helicopters at all, I had formulated that they were and they were searching for me specifically. I was scared to turn on any lights in my car or even turn the car on, 'what if the helicopters see lights in a car?' 'This bright light in this dark car and area will surely be noticeable.' These false paranoid thoughts literally kept me for stepping foot out of my car for two or three hours.

I started to reel over the thought of getting arrested, I would disappoint so many people and I would ruin my future. I was crying, telling myself that I would do anything to just be out of this situation. Understand, I really did think that many police officers were in the area searching for me at 3 AM. I had started to cause humidity inside of my car, causing all windows to start to look like they were melting and flow downward like when you are in a carwash, only causing my visual hallucinations to worsen. Desperate and in firm conviction that I will not let myself sit by and be arrested, I ate at least a gram and a half. I couldn't eat anymore, since I had no water and my mouth was dry. Eating the weed would make sure I had nothing on me.

I also had thought of an extreme, but it seemed the only viable option. I wanted to kill myself to end the hell I was being put through of supposedly 'waiting to get arrested' living in mortal fear of anything around me. I won't go further for the sake of my own personal well-being, but I'm extremely happy this negative experience happened to me with the will to live instead of some of my maybe not so strong willed friends.

I had decided there was no hope since I refused to commit suicide, and I might as well relax before I sentence my life away, so I lean back and rest. I suddenly think, I can't sleep because the police will surely see me sleeping in front of a random house if the sun comes up. I needed to get back to my friend's house before sunrise. My friends had tried to contact me, but the little power I had went out before I could respond. As I stated, I couldn't explain where I was, so I had no idea how to get back. I needed to charge my phone just enough to contact them and get back to safety. Charging my phone required me to turn the car on, which caused obvious lights in a dim lit street.

As soon as I saw a car or hear a helicopter, I would turn my car off in order to kill the lights. At this point (5 AM), I was also drenched in my sweat since it was so humid, and I could not see out any window due to the inner fog. This process caused a delay in the amount of time it took for my phone to even turn on. Contacting my friends, I was given an address and I found my way back. Getting back, I see one of my extremely close brothers in the same emotional and physical trauma I am in, and I find out he has had it just as bad as I have if not worse. Reuniting and sharing a victory cigarette, we all have decided not to do shrooms again in such irresponsible circumstances.

Funny, I was less than a block away from my friends, and they went through a bad trip as well, only we had different forms of our hells. I feel the experience had helped me grow and given me the desire to truly live and love.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 97034
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Jan 22, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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