Citation: Cervantes. "The Four Great Problems Of The Universe: An Experience with Mushrooms (exp58297)". Erowid.org. Jan 4, 2018. erowid.org/exp/58297
Let me begin by saying I am an experienced drug user. The only things I haven't done at least 10 times are maybe Meth, Heroin, Mescaline, or some weird South American herbs. I am also a very logical, skeptical person. Every time I hear someone doing acid or shrooms and 'seeing men appear and start talking to them' I feel like punching them. Sure, walls start breathing, euphoria, etc. My friend even passed out and entered a detailed dream before, but usually I disregard most stories since they seem exaggerated. I'm only telling you this so that you can trust I'm giving an honest story of what exactly happened to me.
T:00 - I eat the eighth of goldcaps of my friend's dorm.
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
T:25 - Like usual, I feel a little excited, a little nauseous, hallucinations start. I begin to drive everyone to pick someone up( I drive often on almost anything, usually no trouble).
T:45 - It's hard to explain. My mind feels so clear that it's uncomfortable, yet I'm having a great deal of trouble communicating or operating anything, a car for that matter. I can speak fluently, it just rarely makes sense to anyone else, though it makes perfect sense to me.
T:1:00 - Worrying. That's all I'm doing and nothing can stop me. I have four things. I worry about my roomate(for some reason I think he's mad at me for leaving something in the room). I worry about my ex-girlfriend. I worry about money problems. I worry about my test the next day. At this point, I decide I WILL have a bad trip, because I have too many things to worry about. Nevertheless, I go to my friend's house and try to act like I'm fine.
T:1:20 - 'I have to fucking get out of here.' I tell my friend he can go get his pipe from his dorm and I'll drive him back. As soon as we leave the house I tell him I just said that so that I could go back to my room since I was freaking out there. He says that's fine. I drop him off and start driving. I completely forget what I'm doing. I just know I'm on a road, in a car, with four problems in my head. I can no longer even acknowledge that a drug is in my system. I think my final I haven't studied for tomorrow will literally RUIN my life. I think my roomate will never speak to me again. I think I'll have to get a shitty job to get more money, etc. I come to the conclusion I have to die. That's the only way to avoid these upcoming horrendous events.
T:1:40 - Idiot. My friend calls. I have to take him back after he gets his pipe, obviously. I stop bawling my eyes out and drive back to where he's at. I try to act fine and take him back. I tell him I am just going to drive around a little longer, then I'll be back.
T:2:00 ...Oh my god. I am driving. I think I'm driving. What is driving? If...I'm bad at driving, I might wreck, and that could injure or kill me, right? No...driving does not matter, whatever that is. 'My problems are the only things that matter' I say as I'm driving down one-way streets the wrong way, running stop signs.
Nothing makes sense anymore. I see a van pass me on the road. I have NO idea what it is. All I know is that it looks familiar. Everything looks familiar, trees, buildings. But if someone asked me what they were, I could not have told you. Every sense has combined into one - I smell, feel, see, taste, hear everything I come across, even if it doesn't smell, make noise, and is not in reach. My problems - I don't even know what they are anymore. They have evolved into physical shapes in my mind. My ex-girlfriend is an orange triangle, for example, that would physically harm me. It felt like something was attacking me. Hallucinations are not describable - and that's all I can say - literally. I cannot describe them or even begin to.
T+2:15. I return, somehow, still very confused but slightly better.
T+2:45. After just talking to people and feeling better, the shrooms COMPLETELY wore off. I felt entirely sober, which is odd, since they almost always last 5-6 hours.
It turns out I had nothing to worry about, as well. My test..as soon as I sobered up again I'm like 'Fuck math.' Didn't even take it the next day, didn't care either.
My ex: no problem there. We're actually back together now.
My roomate: Didn't even know what I was talking about when I asked if he was pissed at me. He was more concerned about playing me in ping pong in 10 minutes.
My money: I had like $100 in my account. Not sure why I even worried.
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