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Freebase Dali · 05-23-2010, 06:09 PM

Harry, I know the feeling.

My first bad trip wasn't actually bad, as I was relatively new to psychedelics at the time and not fully aware of what to expect at high doses, so there wasn't really a "fear" so much as a loss of control.
I think it was 97' or around there. Hard to remember. But I was at a friend's apartment and we all decided to go shrooming. This was Louisiana and back then, a lot of cattle farmers didn't take preventative measures. We snuck into a pasture and it was absolutely a jackpot. We came back with 2 plastic grocery bags full of P.C.'s... LARGE ones. Back at the pad, we started eating them straight. I ate 12 or 13 large mushrooms (raw, with ramen-noodle seasoning on it because they're nasty as hell).
I was absolutely NOT expecting to trip as hard as I did.
When it kicked in fully, I laid down on the couch and tried to close my eyes because there were literally unbearable visuals, colorful petal-like kaleidoscopic explosions that were overlaid on everything. I remember closing my eyes and STILL SEEING the room. The picture of the room was like a tracer that just stayed there as still as a photograph taped to the back of my eyelids, with all those colorful explosions, and it was intense.
Then my girlfriend at the time comes over, and she was one of those anti-drug folks... she finds me tripping balls and is disappointed and telling me all kinds of disappointing crap. Leaves pissed off. Then it starts raining...

After about 2 hours, I was out of my mind. I tried to go to sleep, believed I fell asleep and was having a lucid dream. I was really awake, but thought that reality was just a dream I was having. Consequently, I started doing whatever I wanted. Punched my best friend in the face, started trashing the apartment, walked outside in nothing but my clothes and socks.. in the rain... broke into a car (which thankfully happened to be for one of my friends that was there) and tried to drive it off.
I remember thinking "Wtf... this is a lucid dream, I should be able to make the car start without keys."
Thank god the keys weren't in the car, because I was intent on driving down the road and crashing into some shit.

They dragged me back into the house, where I proceeded to crawl around on the floor repeating the phrase "It's all gravy, baby!"
Drank a few beers that had cigarette butts in them. Then after a while I don't remember anything.

I woke up later on, and when I say "woke up" I mean I sorta came back to reality. I didn't know who I was, where I was, who the people around me were, or anything that had happened... ever. I remember the feeling I got was that somehow we, the people in the apartment, and the apartment itself were the only things that existed and had just been created. My friends started refreshing my memory, like telling me I had a girlfriend.. what her name was... that I took mushrooms... etc. This, at the time, was mindblowing because it just didn't compute. It was temporary amnesia. All I retained were motor skills and a sense that I was an individual, whoever that may be.

Gradually, things started coming back to me and after a while I remembered everything and was thoroughly embarrassed. After that night, I vowed to always do shrooms again, but never that much. lol...

Needless to say, it was a turning point and a good bit of my subsequent trips, even acid trips, were bad but in existentially worse ways. Oh, and all the rest of the shrooms went bad because we were stupid and thought we could store them in the freezer.

05-23-2010, 06:09 PM	#2781 (permalink)
Freebase Dali Partying on the inside Join Date: Mar 2009 Posts: 5,584	Harry, I know the feeling. My first bad trip wasn't actually bad, as I was relatively new to psychedelics at the time and not fully aware of what to expect at high doses, so there wasn't really a "fear" so much as a loss of control. I think it was 97' or around there. Hard to remember. But I was at a friend's apartment and we all decided to go shrooming. This was Louisiana and back then, a lot of cattle farmers didn't take preventative measures. We snuck into a pasture and it was absolutely a jackpot. We came back with 2 plastic grocery bags full of P.C.'s... LARGE ones. Back at the pad, we started eating them straight. I ate 12 or 13 large mushrooms (raw, with ramen-noodle seasoning on it because they're nasty as hell). I was absolutely NOT expecting to trip as hard as I did. When it kicked in fully, I laid down on the couch and tried to close my eyes because there were literally unbearable visuals, colorful petal-like kaleidoscopic explosions that were overlaid on everything. I remember closing my eyes and STILL SEEING the room. The picture of the room was like a tracer that just stayed there as still as a photograph taped to the back of my eyelids, with all those colorful explosions, and it was intense. Then my girlfriend at the time comes over, and she was one of those anti-drug folks... she finds me tripping balls and is disappointed and telling me all kinds of disappointing crap. Leaves pissed off. Then it starts raining... After about 2 hours, I was out of my mind. I tried to go to sleep, believed I fell asleep and was having a lucid dream. I was really awake, but thought that reality was just a dream I was having. Consequently, I started doing whatever I wanted. Punched my best friend in the face, started trashing the apartment, walked outside in nothing but my clothes and socks.. in the rain... broke into a car (which thankfully happened to be for one of my friends that was there) and tried to drive it off. I remember thinking "Wtf... this is a lucid dream, I should be able to make the car start without keys." Thank god the keys weren't in the car, because I was intent on driving down the road and crashing into some shit. They dragged me back into the house, where I proceeded to crawl around on the floor repeating the phrase "It's all gravy, baby!" Drank a few beers that had cigarette butts in them. Then after a while I don't remember anything. I woke up later on, and when I say "woke up" I mean I sorta came back to reality. I didn't know who I was, where I was, who the people around me were, or anything that had happened... ever. I remember the feeling I got was that somehow we, the people in the apartment, and the apartment itself were the only things that existed and had just been created. My friends started refreshing my memory, like telling me I had a girlfriend.. what her name was... that I took mushrooms... etc. This, at the time, was mindblowing because it just didn't compute. It was temporary amnesia. All I retained were motor skills and a sense that I was an individual, whoever that may be. Gradually, things started coming back to me and after a while I remembered everything and was thoroughly embarrassed. After that night, I vowed to always do shrooms again, but never that much. lol... Needless to say, it was a turning point and a good bit of my subsequent trips, even acid trips, were bad but in existentially worse ways. Oh, and all the rest of the shrooms went bad because we were stupid and thought we could store them in the freezer.