DOSE:	Repeatedly	smoked	Cannabis
	1.8 g	oral	Mushrooms

BODY WEIGHT:

145 lb

Backround: The following experience happened when I was 17 and still attending high school. I was still fairly new to psychedelics and I had been obsessed with reading trip reports. Maybe it was reading one to many trip disasters that lead me to dosing at lower ranges early on. Before this experience I had tripped a few times before on both mushrooms and low dose acid (half tabs) and also smoked marijuana daily. It is also worth noting that I am very sensitive to psychedelics compared to most and even after dozens of trips found this to be true with almost all substances.

It was a Friday night, a week earlier me and two friends, F and T, had together purchased a quarter oz of mushrooms. We had decided that this Friday we would meet up at T’s house to take them since his mom and step dad were out of town. I had never been to this house before in my life so when I pulled my car into the driveway I was happy to see it was a fairy big and modern suburban house. Getting inside only confirmed that it seemed to be a nice, clean environment to trip. We sat around for about an hour and talked while smoking a moderate amount of weed as we usually do.

It was around 6:00pm when we finally broke out the mushrooms and weighed them out. At exactly 6:15 my friend T took 2.5grams, F took 2, and I decided on 1.8 because these mushrooms just looked potent to me. I remember them pressuring me to take a higher dose, as I had only wanted to take 1-1.2 because I wasn’t fully comfortable at T’s house. After we ate the mushrooms we decided to watch T.V. and talk. My anxiety grew slowly within the first 10 minutes as I started to think about how there was no going back now. I don’t even remember what was on the T.V. at this point but it became increasingly hard to focus on conversation as my anxiety rose.

By 6:40 I had stopped most of my talking and went to the bathroom to pee. Instead of peeing I just stood there and panicked for a few seconds and returned to my friends on the couch. I kept thinking about how I should just throw them up so I don’t accidentally have a bad trip. I returned to the bathroom a second and third time without mentioning it to my friends. On the third trip I actually tried putting my fingers down my throat but it didn’t work at all. I gave up and knew I just have to ride out the trip now.

After all the bathroom and anxiety it was now a little after 7:00 and I felt the first effects of the mushrooms. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach region that I always get from shrooms and everything was starting to feel off or different. I couldn’t put my finger on what I was feeling yet. T and F seemed to be feeling the come up strongly as well because we had been fighting over what to watch but now the G.I. Joe live action movie had come on. Nobody seemed to be able to give the mental effort to pick something else so this stayed on. The first half of the movie went pretty normal as we were still coming up and all felt strange so not much talk was had.

Around 7:30 the shrooms had fully kicked in. The movie now seemed more ridiculous than ever. We laughed at the scenes where the G.I. Joe characters talked to each other. The dialogue just seemed so ridiculous and acting so bad it made me think, “how are they getting paid for this”. As I was thinking this F had started to get very energetic and had made a habit of walking in front of the T.V. screen. At this point T and me had a connection to this movie and started to get genuinely annoyed. We would say “ F get out of the way man!” and he would act like it was completely ridiculous to be asked not to stand in front of the screen. At some point he became sarcastic and purposefully stood in front of it mocking us. At the time I was starting to really trip hard and every time he stood in front of it my anxiety shot upward. In his head he was just making a joke out of the situation but in my head I saw through to his soul as he mocked us. I saw in his eyes that he was indeed an asshole and there was nothing that could change that, as his soul was bad.

Somehow I was distracted and forgot about these negative thoughts and he soon sat back down. The movie ended somewhere around 8:00pm and it felt like I was at the beginning of the peak. We decided to go to the basement in order to smoke a blunt. This basement was unfinished but it was full of stacks of hundreds of textbooks taking up much of the large space. Apparently his step dad sells textbooks or something but it was a trippy environment. I felt like I was inside of a school library. Thoughts of my childhood and elementary school came to my head. As we smoked the blunt we had cracked the sliding glass door open so the smoke would air out as we blazed. Near the end of the blunt I had to stop hitting it as I starting tripping harder. I thought about how weird this basement was, the vents and wood and metal of the area had started warping. I couldn’t stand to look in once place too long. There were to many straight lines. To many things that could bend in my vision and to many books.

Eventually we went upstairs. We sat in the living room once again and were all peaking. We shared lots of laughs, long periods of silent thought, and the occasional uncomfortable grunt as people fought odd body sensations. By now it was well past 9:00pm, well over 3 hours into the trip. After settling down a bit T and F decided to go upstairs and smoke a bong in the bathroom while listening to music. I had decided to stay on the couch as I was feeling to weird to smoke more weed. I turned the channel almost at random to AMC and the last about 15 minutes of an episode of the walking dead was on. For some reason I didn’t change the channel and the zombies morphed badly when I would see them for too long. And I remember Rick looked so weird I thought he was a freak. I hadn’t seen the show and thought “Why would they cast someone so ugly and crazy looking to be the main character”. I laughed at the misfortune of the casting director. After a bit the zombie images were creeping we out and I was glad when the credits rolled.

It must have been around 10:00pm by now as walking dead had ended and it was a commercial break. During the break I could not comprehend the ads. They all seemed like pointless products or ridiculous concepts of what makes a funny commercial. I started to feel very lonely. I could hear my friends playing music upstairs in the bathroom. I knew they were probably talking and smoking and jamming to music but I felt isolated. I couldn’t go up there and I didn’t know why. That was when the next program came on AMC, and it was Comic Book Men (a reality tv show about a comic book store). Almost as soon as it came on my vibes changed. After a few minutes I felt like these guys were my friends. When they spoke and riffed I felt like I was actually part of their world. It made me so happy. They all looked disfigured but I was able to understand it was a hallucination. After spending about 20 minutes with my new friends I ended up shutting off the tv.

I then put in my ear buds and began listening to random music I had saved on my i-pod. I started to feel really good and the visuals were dying down a tiny bit but I was now enjoying it more than ever. Earlier T had been strict about smoking only in places where it would air out quickly. I was so pumped by the music I was listening to and the visuals filling the air and walls around me that I took out my pipe anyway. I filled it with about 4-5 hits of quality weed. I smoked these hits over a 10 min span and enjoyed the visuals. Then the song Princess Bride by Cloud Cult came on. This song samples parts of the movie by the same name. It’s really trippy and felt so emotional to me. I started crying during it, which took me off guard. Then it got to the part of the song where he finds the 4 fingered man and the “you killed my father, prepare to die” part of the movie happens. This made me full out cry at the time. Then I remember listening to Sleepyhead by passion pit and it was so euphoric. I was enjoying the come down a lot.

Around 10:45 or 11:00 my two friends came back down from smoking in the bathroom and we reunited. T didn’t smell the weed I smoked in the living room luckily. While T was gone I was asking F what they did the last hour or so. He didn’t say much but something about T crying over happiness or some unknown emotion, which made me feel better about crying. It was clear we had past the peak a bit ago and we were all coming down. I still felt very weird and knew in my head it would be a couple hours before I felt normal. I could tell both my friends felt about the same way from the actions they took.

11:25pm My friend F had been talking about leaving and how he felt sober. I could tell he wasn’t though and T and I both pleaded and tried to convince him he was still indeed tripping. After a few minutes he sort of stealthily got his stuff together and just left. T and me told him to stay one last time but neither of us felt comfortable physically stopping him. So he pulled out of the driveway as T and me watched helplessly. I remember in my trippy state I thought surely he would die.

11:40pm For the past few minutes I had been assessing T’s mental state. He has taken close to a full gram more than me and confidently claimed “I feel 100% completely normal”. I laughed at this but then realized he wasn’t joking. I tried to explain how crazed he looked and how irrational his thought pattern had been when I asked simple questions. He simply would not believe me and continued claiming to be only slightly high from weed.

11:45pm This is one of the weirdest parts of the trip. I had decided I would leave in a little bit. Me and T walked around the house getting our stuff together and cleaning up any mess. I remember we kept looking at each other and asking “what are we missing?”. T kept asking me questions to this effect and we both felt deeply something was wrong and we couldn’t leave. This line of mentality seemed to affect T more than me and it was concerning me how much he was still tripping. We eventually had everything we could possibly think of cleaned and everything looked spotless.

12:10am We are at his front door fully prepared to leave. We even have our shoes on but something can’t shake the horrible feeling like there is something we didn’t do. It was an overwhelming feeling and we even went back and checked around the house. I could tell T was deeply thinking the same thing as me and we spent over 10 minutes standing by the door asking what we missed and thinking. We eventually ignored this feeling and finally walked out the door. For some reason T was going to drive to sleep at his dads 20 minutes away instead of sleeping at this house. This confused me greatly and I disagreed with his decision

[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

12:25am I got in my car and started it. I felt normal at first, and slowly realized I was only 2/3 of the size I should have been. I felt like the machine I was operating was completely too enormous for me to handle. I felt as if normal humans shouldn’t have the ability to drive these massive machines. It tripped me out hard as I drove the quick ride home. Luckily I was minutes away from this location and got home safely. Other than the sensation of being way to small I seemed to drive mostly normal although I deeply regret driving at all.

12:30am I get home and feel this huge sigh of relief. I made it back to safety. My headspace changes rapidly though. As I walk in my house I realize three things. Something is wet on my back, I’m wearing a backpack, and I had a can of root beer in my backpack. I ran down the stairs and into my downstairs bathroom. Upon opening my backpack I see the can of root beer I had inside had burst somehow. This shattered my fragile psyche as all of my notebooks for school had been inside as well. I freaked out for a few seconds in panic. Then I started quickly taking out everything from the backpack. I was still tripping because it all felt so hectic and confusing like simple tasks do on psychedelics. At some point when my backpack was empty I started rinsing it using the tub part of a shower-tub.

12:45am The tub was obviously sort of loud which I did not consider before. My mother had awoken and come downstairs to see what I was doing which is very out of character for her. This caught me off guard. I tried explaining that a root beer can burst in my backpack when I came home. She looked at me like I was insane. I’m not sure if it was the look in my eye or what but I knew that she knew I had taken shrooms and could almost see into my soul. After a bit of advice and a semi awkward conversation she told me to just go to bed and shed put it in the washer. I now realize that she didn’t know I was tripping and that was all in my head. She may have just thought I was high on weed.

1:00am-300am I went to my bed and lay down for a few minutes but I was completely restless. My mind was wandering with trippy thoughts and I still had minor visuals. I decided that I couldn’t sleep yet. I went to my super comfortable giant couch where most of my other trips had been and turned on the tv. I was paranoid about waking my mom since she told me to go to bed. I turned the volume super low as at this point I still thought she knew I was tripping. For some reason my hearing is super sensitive. I watch random tv shows at this low volume and enjoy the afterglow more than the t.v. I’ve always enjoyed watching t.v on the comedown of things cause of the randomness of being able to change channels. Weird thoughts continued all night until I slept.

The next day I woke up feeling normal. Upon inspection I saw that somehow only some of my folders had gotten slightly sticky and none of the notebooks were damaged at all. This honestly still seems like a miracle to me. I know I was tripping still and it seemed like a bigger mess then it actually was but when I went to sleep I was sure it ruined at least some of it. Also a couple days later we found out we had left the sliding glass door open in the basement. That’s why T and I couldn’t leave his house. We subconsciously knew we left the door open but couldn’t think of it. This was a really weird explanation for the true feelings I had before we left. I truly think we somehow knew. T got in huge trouble since the basement was full of stuff and anyone could have wandered in and ransacked the house. Overall it was a mostly positive trip and I don’t regret it at all.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 112883
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: Jul 5, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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